The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1889-05-30
Open Letter.

The following letter was by acci-
dent mislaid, handed i'll to us, and
we take the liberty of presenting it |
to the public.
DEAR KITTIE Every time / think
of you sensations of unutterable Joy
caper over me like young goats over a
stable roof, and thrill through il like
Spanish needles through apair of
tow linen trowsers. As g)sl.n
swimmeth in mud puddle, so swim
] in sea of glory. Visions of estate
rapture. thicker than the hairs of
bl ,c'iing brush and brighter than
the hues of a humming birds pin
IONS visit me in my slumber, and
born on their invisible wings your
image stands before me and reach
out to grasp it like pointer snap
ping at blue bottle fly.
When / first beheld your angelic
perfection | was bewildered, and
my brains whnled around, my eyes
stood open like cellar doors in n
country town and lifted up my
ears to catch the silvery accents of
thy voice. Ny tongue refused to
wag, and in silent alteration / drank
in the sweet infection of love rs Il
thirsty man swalloweth tumbler of
hot whisky punch.
Your forehead is smoother than
the elbow of an old coat your eyes
are glorious to contemplate i'll
their liquid depths l behold legions
OF Cupids bathing like cohart OF
unts in an old army cracker. When
thy head lies pressed upon my man
" breast the fire of your eyes pene.
trate my whole anatomy rs II load OF
bird-shot goes through rotten ap
pie. Your nose is as perfect as
though carved from chunk of Per
sian marble. and your mouth Is
puckering with sweetness. Nectal
hangs on your lips like honey on ,
bears paw, and myriads of unhedg
ed kisses are there ready to fly on
and light somewhere like blue bird
ont of their parents nest
Your laugh rings i'll my ears lik,
the music of harp strings, or TIN
blrat of II stray lamb on bleak hill
side. The dimples on your cheek
are like bowers in bed of roses o
the hollows in cakes of home mad
sugar. / am dying to fly to thy pres
ence and pour out the burning elo
quence of my love rs thrifty house
wives pour out hot coffee. Ava
from you Ii am as lonely rs sick raj
Sometimes / can hear the Jun
bugs of dependency buzzing i'll m
ears and feel the cold lizards O
n despair crawling down my back
Uncouth fears like Il thousand min
nows nibble ut my spirits, and m
j soul is pierced with doubt like IN oil,
cheese bored with shippers. NJ
love for YOU is stronger than paten
butter or the kick of n young COW
and more selfish than kittens frs
4 caterwaul As II song bird banker
r for the light of day, the caution
- mouse for piece of bacon i'll trap
IL wcancd pup longs longs forneN
milk, so | long for thee. You ar
l.. fairer than speckled pullet, than
9 Yankee doughnut fried in sorghum
b, molasscs, brighter than the top kno
y plumagc on the head of duck
You are candy. kisses. raisins, pOun
cake, and sweetened tody altogethe
;. aud if these few line will enable yo
I; TO see the inside of my soul, and n
ID sist me i'll winning your affections,
n shall be happy AS wood pecker i'll
cherry tree or stage horse in
green pastorc. If You cannot M
preciate my soul-mastering passion
re / shall pine away like n poisoned be
bug and fall away from the flourish
sse ing vine of life like an untimel
1o 1o branch And i'll the cleaning whe
s. the shadows grow from the hill an
the frog sings his cheerful evenin
, hymns, you, happy in another love
VI can come and shed tear and cate
- n cold on the grave of yours truly,
CHARLIE