A LOVE LETTER.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1173, 13 November 1883, Page 3

A LOVE LETTER.

We have received the following through the Post office with a request to publish it “ Oh ray love of loves, glorified honey and citron ; double refined loaf sugar of my expectations, the sun is dark ; at midnight the moon and stars are black when thou art absent. Thy step, oh, dear. Arthur, is as the music of the harp; and the ground thou walkest on, as the spring time and early flowers. You have been absent from me the whole week ; you kissed me, dear Arthur, when we last parted, and oh 1 my whole frame was filled with sweetness and delight. Oh, spice of spices, bower of delights, send me a lock of thine hair, or anything thy fingers have touched, and I will go raving mad with ecstacy. One look of thine will send me into the third Heavens ; your words, dearest, are as molten pearls dropping from your mouth ; my.heart blazes at the thought of thee, dear Arthur—my blood burns and scorches my brains as it passes through them. I should like to see thy dear face once again, but, when you come, bring that two shillings you borrowed of me. —J. L.”

[Whoever J. L. is she has adopted a novel way of collecting her accounts. We had to pay fourpence postage on

her letter, and as she appears very desirous q{ collecting her own debts we trust slik will see the justice of forwarding to us that amount. We have changed the name given in the above epistle to Arthur, so that if the intention of the letter was to hurt anyone’s feelings it could not do so. We publish the letter not to please our anonymous correspondent, but because we think it sufficiently amusing to bo of general interest. The style of poetry is decidedly Ossianic, but we feel convinced that Ossian had nothing to do with it because he has been dead for the last 1500 years, and because he never wound up a poem with such a mercenary idea as that, with which the above concludes. ]