A Love Letter.
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The following sweet moroccan, which
recently appeared in the New York Union,
is reported to have been picked up in the
Park. We insert it as model worthy
the imitation of the courtsick swain, whose
situation may be such as to compel him to
conduct his cour'ship in writing:


"Dear Su,eet: Oh, my love Of lsves,
clarified honey Of oil ofcitrons, white loaf
sugar of hopes, and molasses Of my expec-
tatlon! you have been absent from me three
whole days! The sun is dark at midday
the moon and stars are black when thou
art absent. Thy step is the music Of the
spheres; and the wind Of thy gown, when
you pass by, is zephyr from the garden Of
paradise in the time Of early flowers. /
kissed you when we last met, and my whole
frame was filled with sweetness. One of
your curls touched me Gu the nose and
that organ was transformed into loaf sugar,
oh, spice ofspices, garden ofdeligAts, send
me lock Of your hair-send me any thing
that your fingers hath touched. and !
will 60 mad with ecsiacy. 01e look
from thy bright eye would transport me
incontinently into the third heaven. Your