Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1899-11-03
EXPRESSIVE
Love MISSIVE.
A MODEL LETTER FULL.
OF HUMOR,
A Pleasing Combination OF
Beauty and Wit the Disease
Called Love.
Roanoke News.

The following letter was pub
1ished in the Monroe Enquirer.
A portion of it is an old docu-
ment of sc1ne twenty years or
more standing, but brother Ash
craft has craftily worked it over
and given us more of the plead
ings of ove-stricken heart. 1T
is enjoyable reading
DEAR ANNIE Every time
think of you my heart fops up
and down like a churn dasher,
sensations Of unutterable Joy
caper over it like young goats
over a stable roof, and thrill
through it like Spanish needles
through a pair of tow linen
trousers; as a gosling sWlmmeth
in a mud puddle, SO swim | in
sea of glory. Visions of ecstatic
rapture thicker than the hairs of
a blacking brush, and brighter
than the hues CT a hummlng
bird pinions, visit me i'll my
slu1nbers, and borne Oh their in
visible wings, your image stands
before me, and | reach out and
grasp it like a pointer swapping
at blue bottle fly. When | first
beheld your angelic projections,
I was bewildered and my brains
whirled around like a bee under
a glass tumbler, my eyes stood
open like cellar door i'll a
country town; l lifted up my
ears to catch the silvery accent
of your voice. My tongue re-
fused to wag and in silent ador-
alton I drank in the sweet infec
ton Of love as a thirsty man
swallows tumbler of hot lemon
ade. Since the light of your face
fell upon my life, l sometimes
feel as if | could lift myself up
by my suspenders to the top OF
the church steeple and pull the
bell-rope for Sunday School.
Day and night you are in my
thoughts; when Aurora, blush
ing like a bride, rises from her
saffron couch; when the jay bird
pipes its tuneful lay in the apple
trees by the spring house; when
the chandeliers shrill clarion
heralds the coming morn; when
the awakening pig ariseth from
his bed and grunteth, and goeth
forth for his refreshments; when
the drowsy beetle Yields his
droning higet at sultry noon
tide; and when the lowing herd
comes home at milking time, II
think of thee; and like a piece of
gum elastic, my heart seems
stretched clear across my bosom.
Your hair is like the name of a!
sorrel horse powdered with gold,
and the brass pins skewered |
through your back hair fill mel
with uuutterable awe. Your
forehead is smoother than the
elbow of an old coat. Your
eyes are glorious TO contem-
plate; i'll their liquid depths |
behold legions Of little cupids
bathing like court of ants in
an old army cracker. When
your head lays pressed against
my manly breast, the fife Of
your eyes penetrates my whole
anatomy as a load of bird shot
goes through an old rotten ap-
pie. Your nose is as perfect as
if carved from a chunk of Pari II
marble, and your mouth is puck
cred with sweetness. Nectar (
fingers on your lips like honey /
on bears paw, aud myraids of h
unhedged kisses are there, ready
to fly out aud light somewhere,
like blue birds out of their par
ents' nests. Your laugh rings
in my ears like hap strings, or
the bleat of a stray lamb on the
bleak hillside. The di1nples on
your cheek are like bowers in a
bed of roses or hollows in cakes
Of home made sugar. l am dy>
ing to fly to thy presence, and /
pour out the burning eloquence
of my love as thrifty house
wives pour out hot coffee.
When away from you, am as
melancholy as sick rat. Some
times l can hear the hum of the
June bugs Of dependency buzz
zipg in my ears and l feel the
cold lizards of despair crawling
down my back. Uncouth fears,