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Show I WWWho Letters That Have Made WWW 1 ilpF M Jr n Contributed by L. 31. B. - 7i Y DARLING Happl- H ness' as enjoyed by l l jpA us -sojourners on 1 this terrestrial i? YtAA Ms sphere, is too mild r 1 AwJjUly' an appellation for ! ' Mfej2ryf the blissful ecstacy ' V MPy&JJl rlenco as I slt i 'y, down to hold com- " i y,. 1 munion with the 1 lovllest and sweetest o er sex. I 1 wish I could borrow for a few mo I ments tho poetic ue?n0' Bi 1 to do justice to my feelings as l : . tSink of your loneliness, but I think r 1 that even his pen would be Inade quato to describe them. : Suffice it. Pearl dear, since first I i , met vou, your lovely image haunts mo ! i both day and night I received your . farming (though short) letter the ! day after tho ball at , and I am sure it is useless for mo to say how pleas- : I suffered a dreadful shock when you J told me not to come to see you. F I regretted very deeply to hear that 1 there was sickness in Mr.-'s family, I although not long acquainted. I esteem ?ach member very highly. P caso cx- dfP1- press my deep sympathy with thorn 1A knA hones for a speedy recovery. I 4 llso felt grieved to think that as I was 1 eolne away I might not Bee you again f or a long time, and "Oh, the parting ' es me gpaln. Of course, I shoulc not think of my own pleasure when you and yours wero in such trouble, but men have the reputation of bolng selfish, and I suppose more to my shamo. bo it said, I am not an exception. excep-tion. But, Pearl, my darling, it is hard to think that after my dreams and Imaginings, Im-aginings, day and night, for tho last four years, and this, too, after finding find-ing you sweeter and moro lovely both in mind and looks than even my most sanguine Imagination ventured to anticipate, an-ticipate, oh, how could I ever forget tho day wo met! "And when you spoko, my dear, Oh, how my heart did beat; Your voice, Hko Annie Laurie's voice, Is very low and sweet" I folt so overcomo with happiness that I had an opportunity to behold and admlro you that I might havo been termed "unspeakably happy," for I had almost lost tho power of speech bo much was I lost in admiration, and It was no fleeting fancy, "for I think of nothing else but you sinco I left .you. I suppose you will call me flatterer, for what I wrlto Is the truth, and I will quote a few lines from Byron to prove to you that I am not alone In maintaining that truth is not flattery: "He who views that witching grace, ; ' That perfect form, that lovely face, 1 With eyes admiring, oh! believe mo Ho never wishes to deceive thee; Onco in thy polished mirror glance, Thou'lt thero descry that elegance, Which from our sex demands Buch praises But envy in the other raises; Then ho who tolls theo of thy beauty. Believe mo only does his duty; Ah! fly not from the candid youth, It Is not flattery 'tis truth." I must apologize for tho delay I made in giving you the invitation to tho ball, but I had not made up my mind to go until tho same morning as I asked you. and It was at my mother's moth-er's suggestion that I Invited you. And you cannot imagine how much I missed miss-ed you. I had a very nice lady friend from" Lowell. I also took my sistor, Pearl, but I often whispered, "Whats this dull ball to mo. my Pearl not here." You can't rcnllze, llttlo sweetheart, sweet-heart, how I love you. "At times I feel bo sad, so lono Lono as the lonesomo night Tho thought of you dispels the cloud And brings the golden light" When I go to on my way to I Bhall send you tho song "Because, and hope that when you sing It you will think of mo. If I havo time I shall also call upon that charming sister of yours whom you love so much. , . And now, my sweet Pearl, I expect you. will got . tired reading, and, hop ing when you write you shall glvo mo tho gratifying intelligence that the sickness at Mr. 's Is a thing of the past, with the comploto recovery of those dear to you. Concerned with love, bellevo me over yours, J M . Contributed by C H. Dear Hope How miserably tho sombre clouds hang o'er me! How sad and lonesomo I feel tonight Tho only sunshine of my life Is gono, and only tho rustle of the winds disturb my silence. No more laughter laugh-ter rings within my doorway, no more happy voices cheer my sullen thoughts. Tho graceful footsteps which throbbed my heart with delight de-light are gone, oh, God aro gone forever. for-ever. The flowers have closed their petals every one and aro drooping so sadly In tho shadows of sorrow. Tho scent of the roses have vanished, and In their stead spring up the thorns which pierce me so. Tho Joyous songs of tho birds havo ceased and everywhere every-where I walk I stumble In weakness. The stars which twinklo like llttlo diamonds abovo me seem Imperfect, obscure. I call for comfort but get It not all the world is a blur to me. This sudden blow, this sudden pain, will never, can never, bo healed. My bleeding heart will bleed forever. Dear sister, I am your own brother Ned qhl do something for me, for I am suffering and grieving over tho death of my only true and loving sweetheart "JUNE." Contributed by E. 31. P. My Dear Mr. Bill No doubt you will be somewhat surprised to receive this tender misslvo of love, but I find that it Is the only way in which I can make myself known to you. I have attended quite a number of dances and parties during the past winter, and ono night at Forest Lako Hall I beheld j'ou, in all your gracefulness, grace-fulness, tripping the light fantastic tango over the flaxen surface of tho floor, and then and there I know that you were meant for mo, and I for you. I ascertained your namo and address, and that Is why you aro tho recipient of this letter, or billet of love, as it wore. ' Now to all appearances I am a girl that would seem to bo very retiring; but, loved one, if you could only know how I adoro you. I am sure that your heart would hearken to the throbs of my own, and thou wouldst dain to let me call you sweetheart Many a night and oft have I retired to my boudoir, and as the soft moon is rising In all Its mellow sweetness over tho eastern hills, I kneel by my wlndowsldo and gazo out Into tho soulful night, and wonder whero you are, and what you are doing. Sometimes Some-times I Imagine that you aro being Bquc;:d Into atomB in. tho arms of somo fond damsel, and it is then that tho pangs of jealousy sweep over me But ah, I know, dear, that you do not know me, so why can I hope that you aro without admirers. Sweet myth of my dreams, will you not grant me a boon and tell me that you will see me somo evening, and wo. will hie ourselves to some trysting place and there whisper sweet nothings noth-ings as the happy moments glide by. I am thus confessing my love to you, my own precious, as you are an ideal who I know will keep these Bweot nothings I havo indited you a Arm secret but if you know tho numberless num-berless nights that I havo retired, with you as my last thought o'er Morpheus, Mor-pheus, -tho god of Bleep, o'ertook me, and how often I havo seen you in my dreams; then, dear heart, I know that my pleading for a meeting with you would surely be ajaswered, and that you will afford me the ono opportunity op-portunity that life holds out for me; that is, to have you hold mo in your arms and havo you whispor sweet nothings into mine pearl-like ear, and then when you have proffered your heart to me. then, my own, will Iovo'b dream be realized, and I will tenderly tender-ly clasp you to my bosom and Imprint a kiss upon your cherry lips. These thoughts, however, aro agonizing to me, as thoy are only dreams, and I am In morbid distress as to whether you will answer this billet of love, but I know that your Bweet conscience will answer my pleading, and that you will f!B soon write mo, telling me the time and 11 place that you will meot mo. 11 So you will recognize mo I will tell r you how I will look tho night I meet ,1 B you. I am of medium size, with very light hair. I have baby blue eyes, , which I can roll in any direction. Now. sweet life of mlno eyes, wrlto , mo right away, letting me know the timo and the place, and till then, I am your own true, yes, even to death, lH your beloved GIRL. jH .H Contributed by Madeline JL . Dear Little Girl Only a few days more and I will come to you, never to flB leave you again. I cannot see you until then, but, dear, my heart Is with you. Until then, our wedding day oh, 1 : hurry, hours, that will bring me to my i wife. Your loving ROBERT. Contributed by J..C. L. My Own Dear One I will wrlto this whilo my oyes are clear from tears. B My heart yearns for you each day. O, Tommy dear, aren't you coming back Ml to old New Hampshire. Tho days you JH havo been gono are growing into f TilB months and years. It soems as if the Ml time would never como for mo to see ( JftH you again. Now, my own dear boy, ( BjH pleoso try and come to your darling Mfl that is waiting and sobbing her heart IB away for you. PEG OF YOUR HEART, |