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A Lore LeAer.-The following sweet morcenu,
which originally appeared in the New York Un-
ion, is reported to have been picked up in tho
Park. We insert It as mode worthy the imita-
ton of the love-5ick swain, whose situation may be
such to compel him to conduct his courtship in
wrtting:-


"Dear Srect-Oh, my love Of loves, clarified
honey and oil of citrons, white loaf sugar Of my
hopes, and molasses of my expectations! you have
been absent from me three whole days! The
sun is dark a, mid-day-the moon and stars arc
black when thou art absent. Thy step is the mu-
sic of the spheres; and the wind of thy gown when
you pass by, is zephyr from the garden of par
adise in the time Of carly Aowers 1 kissed you
when wo las, met, and my whole frame was filled
with sweetness! one Of your curls touched mo on
the nose, and that organ was transmitted into loaf
sugar! Oh spice of spices, garden of de!ights!
send me lock of your hair, send me any thing
that your blessed finger hath touched, and [ will
go raving mad with ecstacy! One look from thy
bright eyes would transport me incontinently in
to the third heavens! Your lips are red roses
gathered from Eden by the hand of Gabriel! Your
words are molten pearl dropping from your mouth!
My heart blazes at the thought of thoc! Ny
brain is an everlasting fire! The blood burns
and scorches my veins and vtals as it passes
through them! Oh come, most delightful of de-
lights, and breathe upon with your seraphc
breath! When you do come, be sure and bring
that two shillings which you borrowed of me, as |
want to buy some tobacco! A. T."