Connecticut western news., 1916-09-21
L0ST-A LOVE LETTER
Author Gan Have Same by Proving | Property.

Property.
 The following outburst of eloquence was found in Canaan last week, and we publish it in its entirety, minus names, for the benefit of those who may be looking for points" in this line. but whose vocabulary may be in. adequate to properly express their emotions:
 My Dear: Every time I think of yod my heart fiops up and down like a churn dssher. Sensations of unutter- able joy caper over it like young goats on stable roof, and thrill through it | like spanish needles through pair of tow linen trowsers. As gosling swImmeth with delight through a mud puddle, so swim I in a sea of glory. Visions of eCstatic rapture thicker than the hairs of a backing brush and brighter than the hues of a humming birds pinions visit me in my slumbers, and borne on their invisible wings, your image stands before me. and I reach out to grasp it like a pointer snapping at blue bottle fv. When I first beheld your angelic perfection I was bewildered, and my brain whirled around like humble bee under glass tunlbler. My eyes stood open like cellar doors in a country town, and I lifted up my ears to catch the silvery accents of your voice. My tongue re. fused to wag, and in silent adoration I a thirsty man SwolIoweth tumbler of hot whiskey punch.
 Since the light of your eyes fell upon my life, sometimes feel as if could lift myself up by my boot straps to the top of the church steeple, and pull the i bell rope for singing school. Day and nigh you are in my thoughts. When Aurora, blushing like bride, rises from her saffron colored couch; when the jay bird pipes his tuIetul lay in the apple tree by the springhnuse; |; when the chanticleer's shrill clarion heralds the coming morn; when the awakening pig arises from his bed and grunteth, and goeth for his morning refreshments; when tine drowsy beetle wheels to droning flight at sultry noou- tide; and when the lowing herds come home at milking time, 1 think of thee; and like piece of gum elastic, my heart seems stretched clear across my bosom. Your hair is like the mane of my sorrel horse powdered with gold; i; and the brass pins skewered through your waterfall fill me with unbounded awe. Ynur forehead is smoother than the elbow of an old coat. Your eyes are glorious to behold. In their depths l see legIon of little cupids bathing, 1 like q cohort of ants in an old army cracker. When their fire hit me upon my manly breast it penetrated my whole anatomy as load of bird shot through a rotten aple. Your nose IS alike chunk of Pariau marble, and yOTr mouth is puckered with sweet. ness. Nectar fingers on your lips, like honey on bears paw, and myriads of unfledged kisses are there ready to fly out and light anywhere like blue birds out of their parents nests. Your laugh rings in my ears like the wind harp's strain, or the bleat of stray lamb on the bleak hillside. The dimples on your cheeks are like bowers in beds of roses, or hollows in cakes of homemade sugar.
 am dying to fly to thy presence, and pour out the burning eloquence of my love us thrifty housewives pour out coffee. Away from you I am as melancholy as sick rat. Sometimes can hear the June bugs of despond- ency buzzing in my ears, and feel the cold lizards of despair crawling down my back J1ncOunted fears like a thousand minnows, nibble at my spirits and my soul is pierced with doubts like an old cheese is bored with skip pers.
 My love for you is stronger than the smell of Coffee 8 patent butter, or the ] kick of young COW, and more unsel- fish than kittens first caterwaul. As song bird hankers for the light of the | day, the cautious mouse for the fresh