ADVERTISEMENT.

Tue average edition of Harper's Week- |

ly exceeds Seventy-five Thousand copies.

Harrer & BRotuers.

BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

On! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet;

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow! it can do nothing wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek ;

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak.

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

Pure as an angel and fickle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they ;

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing, }

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eve ;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow

A MAN'S G

ROOM FOR HIM 7

NEW YORK, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1858.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song !

How the gay sledges like meteors flash by—

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye.

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crest of the beautiful snow :

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by:

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell:

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven—to hell;

Fell, to be tramped as the filth of the street;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow

Once I was loved for my innocent grace-

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

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The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh;

For of all that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that’s pure but the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be, when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain !

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snow’s coming down ;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow!

THE THANKSGIVING DINNER OF THE

FIVE POINTS CHILDREN.

WE engrave below one of the most interesting

scenes of city life—the dinner which is given an-

nually on Thanksgiving Day to the children of the

Five Points by the Ladies’ Home Missionary So-

ciety of the Methodist Episcopal Church. Many

hundreds of our readers doubtless visited the build-

ing and witnessed the happy feast of the little ones

on Thursday last ; thousands who were not pres-

ent read of the scene in the daily papers.

Che Five Pofuts Mission was established some

years since by some charitable ladies of New York,

aided by their male acquaintances. A small build-

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in school was held, and relief, food, clothing, and

soap and water were freely offered to all poor chil-

dren. The scheme was a bold one. At that time

the Five Points were the nucleus of New York vice

and crime. Pickpockets, burglars, prostitutes,

murderers, and malefactors of every hue made the

Five Points their head-quarters. They naturally

regarded the refurmers with an evil eye. Menaces

of vengeance against the disturbers of their peace

were not wanting. Still the ladies who had start-

ed the enterprise prosecuted it with unflagging

courage, and month by month their sphere of use-

fulness expanded. Even the very reprobates of

the vicinity, finding that the ladies of the Mission

sought nothing beyond the good of the children to

whom they offered hospitality, forbore to insult

them, and secretly wished them well. After a

time it became obvious to the principal lady-man-

ager, Mrs. Deuel, that the building occupied by

the Mission was inadequate ; a more commodious

edifice was essential to the fulfillment of the aim

of the Mission. At a meeting of the friends of the

enterprise this energetic lady confided her views

to the eminent Christian and capitalist, Daniel

Drew. He espoused them with warmth; and

mainly through his exertions the Old Brewery

building—the nest of some four to five hundred of

the poorest and worst class of our population—was

purchased by the Mission. Workmen were at once

engaged to fit the establishment for its new uses ;

and, in a short time, convenient school-rooms, a

neat chapel, and suitable offices were contrived.

At the present time the Mission is doing a world

of good. It is one of the largest and most admir-

able benevolent institutions in the country. Som

three hundred and fifty-one children, of both sex-

es, are educated daily in the building, and every

On! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of th« people you meet;

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow! it can do nothing wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek ;

Clingi

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

: to lips in a frolicsome freak.

Pure as an angel and fickk love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they

Whirling about in its maddening fun

It plays in its glee with every

Chasing,

Laughing

Hurrying |

It lights up the face and it sparkles the evs

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound

Snap at the crystals that eddy around

The town is alive, and its heart in a ¢

To welcome the coming of beautiful

How the wild crowd goes swaying alo

Hailing each other with h imor and

How the cay sk

Bright for a moment, then lost to th

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing

Over the crest of the beautiful snow

they go

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rus!

To be trampled and tracked by the thousat

Till it blends with the filth in the horribl

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven—to he

Fell, to be tramped as the filth of the street;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be t

Pleading

{ irsing

Dreading i

Selling my i wi t wie

Dealing in shame for a morsel of brea

Hating the living and fearing the dead

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

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ADVERTISEMENT.

TuE average edition of Harper's Week-

ly exceeds Seventy-five Thousand copies.

Harrer & BRotueErs.

BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

Ou! the snow, the beautiful snow,

1 = 7 Filling the sky and the earth below;

| Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet;

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow! it can do nothing wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek ; »

Clinging.to lips in a frolicsome freak.

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

Pure as an angel and fickle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!

Ilow the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eve ;

And even the dogs, with a’ bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

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How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other, with humor and song!

How the gay sledges like’meteors flash by—

_ Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye.

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crest of the beautiful snow :

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled, in mud by the crowd rushing by:

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell:

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven—to hell:

Fell, to be tramped as the filth of the street;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

"Pieading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God! have I fallen so low ?

And vet I was once like this beautiful ;snow !

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow ;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall.

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The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh;

For of all that is o& or about me, I know

There is nothing that’s pure but the beautiful snow.

Ifow strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be, when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain!

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snow’s coming down ;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe, |

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow !

THE THANKSGIVING DINNER OF THE

FIVE POINTS CHILDREN.

, WE engrave below one of the most interesting

scenes of city life—the dinner which is given an-

nually on Thanksgiving Day tothe children of the

Five Points by the Ladies’ Home Missionary So-

ciety of the Methodist Episcopal Church. Many

hundreds of our readers doubtless visited the build-

ing and witnessed the happy feast of the little ones

on Thursday last ; thousands who were not pres-

ent read of the scene in the daily papers.

The Five Pofnts Mission was established some

years since by some charitable ladies of New York,

aided by their male acquaintances, A small bnild-

ing was hired, opposite the Old Brewery, and there-

in school was held, and relief, food, clothing, and

soap and water were freely offered-to all poor chil-

dren. ‘The scheme was a bold one. At that-time

the Five Points were the nucleus of New York vice

and crime. Pickpockets, burglars, prostitutes,

murderers, and malefactors of every hue made the

Five Points their head-quarters. They naturally

regarded the refurmers with an evil eye. Menaces

of vengeance against the disturbers of their peace

were not wanting. Still the ladies who had start-

ed the enterprise ptosecuted it with unflagging

courage, and month by month their sphere of use-

fulness expanded. Even the very reprobates of

the vicinity, finding ‘that the ladies of the Mission

sought nothing beyond the good of the children to

whom they offered hospitality, forbore to insult

them, and secretly wished them well. After a

time it became obvicus to the principal lady-man-

ager, Mrs. Deuel, that the building occupied by

the Mission was inafequate ; a more commodious

edifice was essential to the fulfillment of the aim

of the Mission. At a meeting of the friends of the

enterprise this energetic lady confided her views

to the eminent Christian and capitalist, Daniel

Drew. Ile espoused them with warmth; and

mainly through his! exertions the Old Brewery

building—the nest of some four to five hundred of

the poorest and worst class of our population—was

purchased by the Mission. Workmen were at once

engaged to fit the establishment for its new uses ;

and, in a short timé, convenient school-rooms, a

neat chapel, and suitable offices were contrived.

At the present time the Mission is doing a world

It is one 6f the largest and most admir-—

of good.

able benevolent institutions in the country. Some

three hundred and fifty-one children, of both sex-

es, are educated daily in the building, and every

From Harper's Weekly.

Beautiful Snow.

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the honse-tops. over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet;

Dancing.

Flirting,

.Skimming along,

Beautiful snow! it can do nothing Wrong,

Flying to kiss a fkir ladv’s cheek;

Clinging to lips in a froftesome freak.

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

l*ure as an angel and tickle as love.

Oh! the snow, the beautifal snow,

How the Makes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays m its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights np the face and It sparkles the eye;

Ana even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Bnap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash Dy—

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye.

Kinging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crest of the beautiftil snow.

Snow so pure, when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing bv!

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet,

Till it blenas with the tilth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell;

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven to—hell;

Fell, to be tramped as the tilth of the street;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat,

licading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Belling my soul to whoever would buy,

l>ealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and tearing the dead.

Mercitul God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!

Once I was fair a 6 the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow;

Once I was loved for my innocent face—

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

God and myself, I have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep. Jest I wander too nigh;

For of all that is on or about me, I know,

There is nothing that’s pure but the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that tbisbeautiiul snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be, when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain!

Fainting.

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town.

Gone mad in their joy at the snow’s coming down;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow!

Take

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet;

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow! it can do nothing wrong;

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek:

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

Pure as an angel and fickle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by.

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song;

How the gay sledges like meteors flash by—

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye,

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go.

Over the crest of the beautiful snow,

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by;

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell;

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven—to hell!

Fell, to be trampled as the filth of the street;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat,

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face,

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

God and myself, I have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh,

For of all that is on or about me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure but the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be, when the night comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain!

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of this crazy town.

Gone mad in their joy at the snow coming down,

To lie and to die in my terrible wo,

With a bed and a shroud of beautiful snow!

From IToqter's Weekly.

BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

;

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

I' ding the .sky and (he e:irth below ; *

Over the ho t over ih ■ street,

, Over iiie heads ot tiie i>£pple vou wpgitr

Dancing,

Kfirting, I

Fdijmping alone:.

Beautiful snow! it run do nothing wron ' • j

FLYING TO |] R.;.. INFL V'S T

( ii.r.ug to lips ni u tiMucsome freak,

i 5 iiuut'.ii snow, Iroui the heavens above,

Fnrt ns an angFl aiid fickle su !ove!

O'x! the snow, the beautiful snow !

11\ tie flakes gather and laugh - thev go !

w hirl.ng about in its ma.id nieg fun.

It plays in its dee with every out,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

RT lights UP the face and it sparkles the eve ■

: An I even tne dogs with a bark and a bouud,

Snap at t! c crystals t! .it ed.lv around.

I'iie town is alive and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming ol'beautiful snow. ,

How the wild ciowd goes swaying along, !

Hailing each other with humor and song ;

H' .v the gay sledges 1 ik• • meteors hash bv—

Bright lor a moment, then lost to the eye, i

Kinging.

Swinging,

Dusuing thny go.

Over the crest of the beautiful snovr,

Snow so pure when it fails from the skv,

io b'1 tr. Liipled in mud bv the crowd rushin,r

' ':

fo be trampled and tracked by the thousands

of teet

Till it hi.nds with the filth in the horrible:

street.

; Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell;

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven—to !

hell!

Fell, to be Irampled as the filth of the street ;!

Keil, to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat,

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die

Selling my soul to whoever w< uld buy,

Dealing in shame for a morse! of bread,

ria ing the living ami fearing the dead.

Merci.ui Gru! have I fallen so low?

A .id vet I was once like this beautiful snow ! j

|Once 1 was f.ir as the beautiful snow,

\\ .;h :i <' ye like it.-: cr - tabs a heart Flee its !

gl'.W" '

One.' I was loved for my innocent grace— 1

j Fiattei ' .t ami : uigbt lor the charms of uiv face, j

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

. God and myself. I have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by ;

'A'Til take w ide sw> ep, lest I wander too nigh,

. F r of all that is on or about me, 1 know.

There is nothing that's pure but the beautiful

j MOW.

How strange it should be that this beautiful

snow

Should mil on a sinner with nowhere to go !

L w strange it would be, when the nigh!

comes again,

If the tm w uau the ice struck my desperate

bruin !

Fainting,

Freezing,

I m i;i£ alone !

1 To wicko ! f-.r * r.; er too weak for my mcai.

IT • be heard in the crash <>• the crazy town,

G me lu.ut in .heir joy at the snow a coming

down ;

i o :•< and to die in my terrible wo,

Wile a oedaud a shrou d ol the beautiful snow!

solemn pages of Dr. Sancer’s book.’ Late

the other afternoon, hurrying at night-fall for the last boat to the ‘ Cottage,’ in a

soft, warm, clean snow-storm, we thought of these lines, and wished that we knew

who wrote them:

Ox! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet ;

Dancing,

ae

kimming along,

Beautiful snow! it can do nothing wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek ;

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

Pure as an angel, and fickle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around :

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors flash by,

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye:

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow :

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To 7. trampled in mud by the crowd rushing

y:

To bosremagied and tracked by the thousands

of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible

street.

Once I was pure as the snow —but I fell:

a9 the snow-flakes, from Heaven — to

ell :

Fell, to be trampled as filth of the street :

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading,

a

reading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful Gop! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its

glow :

Once I was loved for my innocent grace —

Flattered and sought for the charm of my

face. ;

Father,

Mother,

Sister, all;

Gop, and myself I have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will — a wide sweep, lest I wander too

nigh :

For of all that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that’s pure but the beautiful

snow. :

How strange it should be that this beautiful

snow

Should fall on a sinner with no where to go!

How strange it would be, when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain !

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snow’s coming

down ;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With abed and a shroud of the beautiful snow /

Is n't this a

beautiful lines. and impressive moral:

Or I the snow, the beautiful snow,-Filling

the sky and the earth below;

. Ovr the house-tops, over the street.

Over the heads of the people you meet ;

; Dancing, ' : .

:", Flirting,

Skimming along,

. Beautiful snow I it can do nothing wrong

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek ;

' Clinging to lips in a frolicsome fraak,

: . '' Beautiful snow, from the heaens above,

Pure as an angel, and fickle as love t

' Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow ! "

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go t

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one.

".-' ' Chasing,

Laughing, .-

Hurrying by,' . '

- It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye

' ' And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around :

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow, .

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along.

Hailing each other with humor and song !

How the gay sledges, like meteors flash by,

; Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye :

' Ringing, .

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow :

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud. by the crowd rushing by :

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet. '

5;

"Till UTile

Once I was pure as the snow but I fell :

r FIL like the snow-flakes, from Heaven to hell :

Fell,- to be tramplad-M-fiUh. ofihe street: '

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, andlient.

Pleading, .

Cursing,-

' ". Dreading to die, .

Selling my soul to whoevev will by,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,-Hating

the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God ! have I fallen so low

And yet I was once like this beautiful Bnow ! .

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow, c

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow:

Once I was loved for my innocent grace ,

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

' Father,

Molher, "

- Sister, all, ". ;

God, and myself-1 have lost by my falL

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by .

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh ;

For of all that is on or about me, I know-There

is nothing that's pure but the beautiful

' snow.

How ttrangt it should be that thit beautiful mow

Should fall on a tinner with no Khere to got

-Bout ttrange it should be, when the night eomei

again,-

If the snow and the iei ttnttk my desperate brain !

fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone !

Too wieked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the erazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snow's coming down ;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,-With

a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow t '

to know

?ho produced it : ?

lOli! theanow, tho beautiful mow,

t illing the sky and the earth below ;

Over tho house-topa over the street,

0?rr the heads of the peopls you meet ;

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along,

Jtenntilul snow ! it can do nothing wrong,

flying to lust a fair lady's cheek ;

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

llrnutifnl snow, front the heavens above,

Pure as ac angel, and ficklo as love I

Oh ! tho anow, the beautiful anow 1

How the flukes gather and laugh as they go !

Whirling about in ita maddening fun,

ji play* in ita gloo with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

H lights up the face and it sparkles the eye ;

And even the dogs, with a hark ami a hound,

Snap at tho crystals that eddy around ;

The town is alive, and -its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coining of beautiful snow.

How tho \vild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song !

Ilow the gay slcdgm, like meteors flash by,

llright for a momma, than lost to tho eye :

Hinging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow :

Fnow so pure when it fills from the sky,

To tie trampled in mud by tho crowd rushing by;

To bo trampled and tracked by the thou sands

of leet,

Till it blends with the fifth in the horrible 6trcet.

I

Onoo I was pure as the snow ? but 1 fell :

fell, like the snow.fl.ikes-from Heaven to Ilell:

Fell, to bo trampled as filth in the street :

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

1'lcading,

Cursir.g,

Dreading to die,

Selling my sou! to whoever would buy,

Dealing in whamc for a morsel of bread,

Iiating tlio living and fearing the dead.

Merciful (Ion ! have I fallen so low t

rinJ vet 1 was once like this beautiful show !

Once I was fair as tho beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart llko its ,

glow : |

Onco I was loved for my innocent grace ?

Flattered and sought lor the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sister, nil,

fic>D, and myself I have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering hy

Will taken wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh:

For of all that is on or about me 1 know

There' snothing that's pure but the beautiful

? now.

How strange it should be that this beatiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go !

How strange it should bo when the night come*

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

br^in !

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone !

Too wicked for prayer, to weak for my moan

To bo heard in the crash of the crar.y town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snow's coming

down j

To lie and to dio in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of tho beautiful snow!

Go for the Right

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with no where to go!

How strange it would be, when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain!

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snow's coming down;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow!

once I was pere."

Lits the other a'ternoon, hurrying at night-fall

hie last hort to the ablottage," in a soft, warm,

I snow-storm, we thought of these lines, and

hed we knew who wrote thom.Knickerbocker.

esnow, the beautiful snow,

r the housetops, over the strect,

the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing,

Flirting.

kimming along,

l snowt it can do nothing wront

ing to kiss a fair lady's cheek;

nging to lips in a frolicsome freak;

are as an angel, and fickle as love!

the snow, the beautiful snow!

the flakes gather and laugh as they

hirling about in its maddening fun,

ays in its glee with every one-

asing­

leaug hin ing by

hts up the face, and it sparkles the eye;

d even the dogs, with a bark and a bounty

ip at the crystals that eddy around;

town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

welcome the coming of the beautiful snow.

a the wild crowd goes swaying along,

iling each other with humor and song!

a the gay slodges like metoors flash

sht for the moment, then lost to the eye:

Ringing,

Swingin

lashing they go

the crust of the beautiful snow:

pure when it falls from the sky,

trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by:

ipled and tracked by the thousands of feet

t blends with the filth in the horrible street.

snow--but I fell

n Heaven to Hell­

of the stret

it on and beat:

Pl

Cul

reading to die.

my soul to whoever would buy,

lin

tling in shame for a morsel of bread.

ting the living and fearing the dead.

reiful God! have I fallen so low?

I yet I was once like this beautiful snow!

el was fair as the beautiful snow,

n eye like its cry-tals, a heart like its glow;

I was loved for my innocent grace

ttered and sougat for the cnarm of iny lace,

Father

dother,

Sister, and all,

and mnysell I have lost by my lall.

variest wretch that goes shivering by

I take a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh;

tt e oh or abe ut mhe, khow

re is nothing that's pure but the beautiful snow.

fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

agatn

h show and the ice struck iny desperate braln'

lainti

Freezing

Dying alone!

wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

heard in the crash of the crazy town,

mad in their joy at the snow's coming down:

te and to die in my terrible woe,

a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow!

h L

?IN?S.

Oh! the snow, the beautiful a now,

Filling- the sky and the earth below j

Oyer the housetop*, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet ;

Dancing', '

Flirting1,

? Skimming' along,

Beautiful eoow ! it cou do nothing wrong.

Flying- to kiss a fair lady's check ;

Clinging to lipb in a frolicsome freak,

Beautiful snow, lrom the heavens above,

Pure as an angel, and as fickle as love 1

Oh ! the snow, the beautifulsnow !

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go !

Whirling about In its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with everyone.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by.

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye:

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound.

Snap at the crystals that eddy around :

Th ?town is alive, and its heart in a glow.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along.

Hailing each other with humor and song,

IIow the gay sledges, like meteors flash by,

Bright'for a moment, then lost to the eye :

Ringing,

Swinging-, *

Dashing- they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow :

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled iu mud by thecrowd rushing by ;

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow?but I fell:

Fell, like the snow-flakes, front Heaven?to hell :

Fell, to be trampled as filth of the street ;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading,

Cursing-,

Dreading to die,

Sellingmy foul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living-and fearing- the dead.

Mercilul God ! have I fallen so low ?

And yet 1 was once like this beautiful anow !

Oncc I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow :

Oncc 1 was loved for my innocent grace?

Flattered and sought lor the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sister, nil

Cod, and myself I have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh :

For of all that is on or a bout ine, 1 know

There is nothing that's pure but ihebeautiful snow.

now strange it should be that thia beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with no where to go !

How strange it would be, wncn the night comes

again,

If the enow and the ice struck my desperate brain !

Fainting, 5

Freezing,

Dying alone I

Too kicked for prayer, to weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town.

Gone mad in their joy at ihe snow's coming down ;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a sliroud of the beautiful snow I

From the N

Snow.

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below ;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet;

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along,

Beautiful snow ! it can do nothing wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek ;

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak.

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

Pure as an angel, and fickle as love !

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow !

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go !

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays iu its glee with every oue.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye ;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around :

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coiniug ot beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song !

How the gay sledges, like meteors flash by,

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye :

Kinging.

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow :

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

Tobe trampled in mad by the crowd rushing by:

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands

of feet,

Till it blends with filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell :

Fell like the snow-flakes, from Heaven—to bell:

Fell, to be trampled as tilth of the street:

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat.

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God ! have 1 fallen so low !

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow!

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its

glow :

Once I was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sister, all,

God, and myself I have lost hv my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest 1 wander toouigli :

For of alt that is on or about me, 1 know

There is nothing that's pure but the beautiful

snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful

snow

Should fall on a sinner with uo where to go !

How strange it would be, when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

bruin !

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the suow’s coming

down ;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow !

The ensuing exquisite little article was pre­

pared In a mining cabin, inhabited by oue of the

good aud true of the earth.

FAMILY CIRCLES

BEAUTIFUL SNOW

Oh the snow the beautiful snow

Filling the sky and earth below

Orer the housetops and lover the street

Over the heads of the people jou mett

Dancing j

Flirting Skimming along

Beautiful snow it can do nothing wrong

Flying to kiss a fair lady s cheek

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak

Beautiful snow from the heavens above

Pure as an angel and fickle as love

Oh the snow the beautiftil snow

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go I

Whirling about in its maddening tun

It plays in its glee with every one

Chasing Laughing Hurrying by

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound

Snap at the crystals that eddy around

The town is alive and its heart in a glow

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow

Row the wild crowd goes swaying along

Hailing each other with humor and song

How the gay sledges like metecps flash by—

Bright for a moment then lost to the aye

Ringing Swinging Daahing they go

Over the crest of the beautiful snow

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell

Fell like the snow flake from heaven—to hell

Fell to be tramped as the filth of the street

Fell to be scoU ed to be spit on and boat

Pleading purging Dreading to dio

Selling my soul to whoever will buy

Dealing m shame for a morsel of bread

ilating the livinjg and fearing the dead

Merciful God have I fallen so low

Ami yet I was once like this beautiful snow

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow

With an eye like its crystals a heart like its glow

Once I was loved lor ray innocent grace—

1 lattered and sought for the charui of my face

Father Mother Sisters all

God and myself I have lost by my fall

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep lest 1 wander too nigh

For all that is on lac or about me I kuow

There s nothing that s pure but the beautiful snov

How strange it should be tliat this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go

How strange it should be when the night comes again

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain

Fainting Freezing Dying alone

Too wicked for prayer too weak for my moan

To he heard in the crash of the crazy town

Gone mad iu their joy at the snow s comiug down

To lie and to die in my terrible woe

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow

Over the crust of the beautiful sno

Snow so pure when it falls from the a

e I was pure as the snow---but I fell:

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from

Fell to be trampled as filth of the st

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat!

sting the living and fearing the sead

ith an eve like its crystals a heart likate

and yet I was once like the beantiful m

Father,

The veriest wretch that goes shivering

Will take a wide sweep lest I

For all that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that's pure but th

Should fall on a sinner with

How strange it would be, when

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my i

To lie and die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shrond of the beautiful snow!

HoMIcIDe In MoRILe. From the Mercury o

day, we extract the following:

On Saturday night a man named John Dea, en

The town

Bright for the moment then lost to the eye:

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

ONCE I WAS pure

0 the snow the beautiful snow

Filling the sky an j the earth below

Over the housetops over the street

Over the hands of the people you meet

Dancing Flitting Skimming along

Beautiful snow it can do nothing wrong

tfying to kiss a fair lady s cheek

Hinging to lips in a frolicsome freak

Beautiful snow from the heaven above

Pure as an angel and fickle as love

O the snow the beautiful snow

How the flakes gather and laagh as they go I

Whirling about in its maddening fun

Itrpfays in its glee with every one

Chasing Laughing Harrying by

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound

Sitap at the orystals that eddy around

The town is alive and its heart in a glow

To Welcome the coming of beautiful snow

How the wild crowd goes swaying along

Hailing each other with humor and song

How the gay sledges like meteors fiash by

Bright for the moment then lost to the eye

Ringing Swinging Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rush

togby

To be trampled and tracked by the thous-

ands of feet

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible

street

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell

Fell like the snow flakes from Heaven—to

hell

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street

Fell to be scoffed to be spit on and beat I

Pleading Cursing Dreading to die

Selling my soul to whoever would buy

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread

Hating the living and fearing the dead

Merciful God 1 have I fallen so low

And yet I was once like the beaatiful snow

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow

With an eye like its crystals a heart like

its glow

Once I was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the eharm of my

face

Father Mother Sister all

God and myself I have lost by my fall

The veryest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweap lest I wander too

nigh

gives ambition and will to For all that is on or about me I knovr

Jto what he may and

There i

Witi II W Si

There is nothing that s pure but the beauti-

ful snow

How strange it should be thatMhis beautiful

snow T ■ v

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go

How strange it would be when th e night

comes again

If the snow and the ice struck my d esperate

brain

Fainting „ «

Freezing Dying alone

Too wieked for prayer too weak for my

moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town

Gone mad in their joy of the snow s coming

down

To lie and die in my terrible woe

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow

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O! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

over the housctops, over the strect

the heads of the people you meet

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow! it can do nothing wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

"Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure as an angel, and fickle as love!

O! the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

I plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow;

To welcome the coping of beautiful snow.

How the wild offwd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,

Bright for the moment then lost to the eye!

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crust of beautiful snow:

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet.

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow--but I fell:

Fell, like the snow flakes from Heaven--to hell;

Fell, to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat!

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

selling my soul to whoever would boy

in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet! I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow:

Once I was loved for my innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sister, all,

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall,

The veryest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will take a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh:

For all that is on or about me, I know,

There is nothing that is pure but the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be, when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain!

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan,

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy of the snow's coming down

To lie and die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and shroud of the beautiful snow!

To Young Men going to Pike's Peak­

Young man you say that you are going to

Pike's Peak now stand up here and answer

these questions which I shall ask you:

1st. How are you going to go?

ond. Have you fully considered the hard

ships attendant upon a trip of that

oeeee a

ress a Grihue.

once I was uree

Ot the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the carth below;

Oerthe hotops over the tret

Over the heads of the people you mect;

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ee ei e eee e

aa a a imng aonee

Bcautiful snow! it caan do nothing wrong.

Flvlle to kiss a fair tady's cheek;

Cilnging to lips in a frolicksome freak;

Bcautiful snow from the heavensabove,

Pure as an angel, and fickle as love!

Of the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go?

Whirliug about in its madflening fun.

It plays in it gie with every one

St

Lailghing.

It lights wh the face, ondit Tarkles the eye;

And even the dogs, with a hark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of the beatitiful snow

How the wild crowd goes awazing along.

Halling cach other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like maeteors flash by.

Bright for the miothent, then foet to theeye,

n,

I

Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful show:

Snow so pure when it falls froom the aky.

To betmimpled in mud by the crowd rushing by;

To be trampled and thicked by the thousand of feet,

Till it blends with the filth inthe horrible strect.

Once I was pure as the snow,but I fell-

Fell, like the snow flakes, from Heaven to Hell,

Fell, to be trampledas filth in the street,

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat:

Peading eee

Curaing.

Dreading to die,

Selfing my soul to wheever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread.

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God! have I fullen so low?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow.

With an eye like its crystals a heart like its glow;

tnce I was loved for my lunocent grace--

Fltterec and sought for the charm of my face,

Father,

Mother

Sister, and all,

God, and myself I live lost by my fall.

The vericst wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh;

For of all that is on or about me, I knlow

There ts nothing that's pure but the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should falt on a sinuer with nowhere to gn!

Hnw strange it would be when the night comes again.

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate braln!

Fuinting,

Freczing.

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, tou weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy triwn,

tone mad in their joy at the

To lic anl to adie in tuy terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow!

ted a

THE EAEEE1V

O l the snow the beautiful snow

Filling the sky and the earth below —

Over the housetops over the street

Over the heads of the people you meet —

Dancing Flirting Skimming along

Beautiful snow it can do nothing’wrong

Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak —

Beautiful snow from the heaven above

Pure as an angel and fickle as love

O I the snow the beautiful snow I

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go

Whirling about in its maddening fun

It plays in its glee with every one

Chasing Laughing Hurrying by

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye —

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound

Snap at the crystals that eddy around —

The town is alive and its heart in a glow

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow

How the wild crowd goes swaying along

Hailing each other with humor and song

How the gay sledges like meteors flash by

Bright for the moment then lost to the eye

Ringing Swinging Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell

Fell like the snow flakes from Heaven—to

hell —

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street —

Fell to be scoffed to be spit on and beat 1

Pleading Cursing Dreading to die

Selling my soul to whoever would bujq

Dealing in shame for a morsel oi bread

Hating the living and fearing the dead

Merciful God I have I fallen so low 1

And yet I was cnce like the beautiful snow

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow

With an eye like its crystals a heart like glow

Once 1 was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face

Father Mother Sister all

God and myself I have lost by my fall

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Wilt take a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh

For all that is on or about me I know snow

There is nothing that’s pure but the beautiful

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go 4

How strange it would be when the night comes

again

If the snow and the ice stuck my desperate

brain I

Fainting Freezing Dying alone

Too wicked tor prayer too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town

Gone mad in their joy of the snow’s coming

To lie and die in my terrible woe down

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow

The Dall

on settlements every vear.

Once I was Pure."

Late the other afternoon, hurrying at

night-fall for the last boat to the "Cottage,"

in a soft,Warm, tLeAn snow-storm, we

thought of these lines, and wished that we

knew who wrote them.-AnickErbOckER.

O! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below

tiver the housctops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet

anin

Flirting.

"Skimming along,

Bcantirul anow. It can do nothing wrong

to kiss a fair lady's cheek;

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak

Beautiful snow from the heavens ahove,

Pure as an angel, and fickle as love!

O! the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing.

Laughing.

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow,

How the wild crowd goes swaying along

aying along.

Hailing each other with with humor and

ng each other with with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors flash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye:

Swinging,

Dashing they go.

Oved the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the epuwd rushing

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

il it blends with the alth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow--but I fell:

Fell, like the snow-flakes from Heaven,to hell:

Fell, to be trampled as filth of the strect!

Pell, to be seoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading.

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!

Once I was fair as the beautiful tnow.

With an eye like its crystalsy heart like its glow;

Once I was lov'd for my inlocent grace-

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father.

Mother,

Sister, all,

God, and myself I have lost by my fall,

The veriest wretch that goes shivering bye

Will take a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh

For of all that is on or about me I know,

There's nothing that's pure but the beautiful

snow

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be, when the night come

If the thow and the ice struck my desperate brain!

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snow's coming down;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow!

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by every reader:

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Fitlng the sky and earth bel

er the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you mee!

Ilirting.

Skimming alon

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Ilying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Fure as an angel, as fickle as love

h! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they

Whirling a bout in its maddening fun,

it plays in its glee with every one,

Cha

Iurry

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the ey­

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound!

nap at the crystals that eddy around,

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

welcome the coming of beautiful snow

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Iiling each other with humor and song

How the the gay sledges, like meteors, an

Bright for the moment, then lost to the

inging.

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

now so pure when it falls from the sky,

fo be trampled in the mud by the crowd r­

To be trampled and tracked by the thousan

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Father.

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sters, all,

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the veriest wretch that goes sh vering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander

For all that is on or above me, I know

There is nothing that's pure as the I

How strange it should be

Should falt on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it should be, when the night comes again

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate bram,

Fainting,

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Io be heard in the crazy town

tone mad in the joy ot the snow coming down

to lie and to dic in my terrible

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TIIE TALL

.~\ O! the

snow, the beaut.fui snow, Filliug the

shy and the earth below; Over ihe

housetops, over the street, Over the

beads of the people you meet; Dancing,

Flirting:, Skimming along, Beautiful

snow! it c m do nothing wrong, Flying to

kis- a fair lady's cheek;* Clinging to

lips in a frolicsome freak; Beautiful

snow from the heavens above, Pure as an

angel and fickle as love ! O! thesnotr,

the beautiful snow J Ho*t the flakes

gather and laugh as they go; "Whirling

about in its maddcuiug fun, It plays in

its glee with every one. Chasing,

Laughing, Hurrying by, It lights up the

face, and it sparkles the eye ; And even

the dogs, with a bark and a bound, Snap

at JJie crystals that eddy around; The

town is alive, and its heart iu a glow.

To welcome the coming 01 the beautiful

sn077. How the wild crowd goes swaying

along, Hailing each other with humour

and song! How the gay sledges like

meteors fl\sb by, Bright for the moment,

then lost to the eye; Kinging, Swinging,

Dashing they go Over the crust of the

beautiful smv; Snow so pure when it

fulls from the sky. To he trampled in

raud by the crowd rushing by; To be

trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet, Till it blends with the honiblc

filth of the street Once I was pure as

the snow—but I fell— Fell. 1 kethe snow-

flake from Heaven to HellFell, to be

trampled as filth in the streetFell, t>

be scoffed. to be spit on and beat ;

Pleading, Cursing, Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would bny,

Dealing in sb*me for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living, ami fearing the dead.

Merciful flod! have i fallen so low ?

And yet I was once like this beautiful

snow! Once I was fair as the beautiful

snow, "With an eye like its crystals, a

heart like its glow; Once I was loved

for my innocent grace— Flattered and

sought for the charms of my face.

Father, Mother, Sister, and all, God,

and myself, I have lost by my fall; The

veriest wretch that uoes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep lest I wauder too

nigh; For of all that is on or about me,

I know There is nothing that's pure but

the beautiful snow. How strange it

should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go; If the snow and the ice struck my

desperate brain! How strange it would be

when the night conies again Fainting, f

Freezing, Dying a'on a*. Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for my moan To be heard

in the crash of the crazy town. Gone mad

in tbeir j.»y at the snow's coming down;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed aud a shroud of the beautiful

snow!

THE SNOW. TFrom the Mark Tjinn KmrrjuA O

! the snow, the beautiful snow, Filling

the sky and the earth below; Over the

housetops, over the street, Over the

heads of tha people you meet: A/aucing,

Flirting, Skimming along, Beautiful snow

1 it can do nothing wrong, Flying to

kisi a fair lady's cheek; Clinging to

lips in a frolicsome freak; Beautiful

snow from the heavens above, Pure as an

angel and fickle as love 1 0 1 the snow,

the beautiful snow 1 How the flakes

gather and laugh m they go; Whirling

about in its maddening fun, It plays in

its glee with every one. Chasing,

Laughing, Hurrying by, It lights up the

face, and it sparkles the eye ; And even

the dogs, with a bark and a bound. Snap

at the crystals that eddy around j The

town is alive, and its heart in a glow.

To welcome the coming of the beautiful

snow. How the wild crowd goes swaying

along, Hailing each other with humour

and songl How the gay sledges like

meteor!) flash by, Bright for the

moment, then lost to tho eye; Ringing,

Swinging, Dasldng they go Over tha crust

of the beautiful snow; Snow so pure when

it falls from the sky, To be trampled In

mud by the crowd rushing by ; To be

trampled and tracked by the thousands of

faet, Till it blends with tbe horrible

filth or the street. Once I was purt as

the snow— but I fell — Fell, like the

snow-flakes, from Heaven to HellFell, to

be trampled as filth in the streetFell,

to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat ;

riaadlng, Dreading to die, Selling my

soul to whoever would bny. Dealing in

shame for a morsel of bread, Hating the

living, and fearing the dead. Merciful

God! have I fallen so low ? And yet I

was once like this beautiful snow 1 Ono*

I was fair as the beautiful snow, With

an eye like its crystals, a heart like

its glow; Once I was loved for my

innocent grace — Flattered and sought

far the charms of my face. Father,

Mother, Sister, and all, God, and

myself. I have lost by my fall ; The

veriest wretch that rood shlrering by

Will take a wide sweep lest I wander too

nigh ; For of all that is on or about

me, I kno* Thara Is nothing that's pure

but the beautiful snow. How strange it

should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go ; If the snow and the tee struck my

desperate bralu ! How strange it would

be when the night comes again Fainting,

, Freezing, Dying alone I Too wicked for

prayer, to* weak for ray moan To be

heard In the crash of the crazy town.

Gene mad In their joy at the snow's

coming down ; To lie and to die in my

terrible woe, 'With a bed and a shroud

of the beautiful snow I

THE

SNOW < ' (from die ¿latí Zdilt. Zxprcssj

. O ' the snow, the beautiful snow, A x

Filling tho sky and the earth below,

Over the housetops. o\ cr the street, '<

lOvcr meheads ol the people you meet, ,

i ->? ' Dancing, . r . Skimming nloug, *

' Beautiful «now! it can d6 nothing

wrong, t Flying to kiss a fair lady s

check, li s

Clingmgtolipsmafiolicsomofrcnk,

beautiful snow from the heavens above,

Pure as au angel and lloklo as love I .

beautiful snow!

,..,"How tho flakes eather and laugh as

they go, Whirling abouttn its muddoning

fun, » "" Itphhsln'itsglecwlth every one

x'\ i Chasing, ¿tiiii Laughing, \ »

llumingby, *? It lights up the face and

It sparkles the eye, »it*1 ( And even

the dogs with a bark and a bound, > i

Snap at the crystals that eddj around ,

, The town is nfive, and its heart in

aglow, i\1 lo welcome the coming ol tht

btuutilulBiiow 1 . How tho wild crowd

goesswnj ing along, I. , llal|lng each

other with humour and song! ' Ho>\ the

gay sledges Uko meteors llash by, *" \

Bright tor tho moment. Ultu lost to tho

eye, «! i * . Kinging i j, " o Swinging,

. . . Uusliing they go , 0\cr the crust

of the beautiful »now, > ' ' Snow so

burt when it falls from the kj, * t <

To.be trampled in mud bj Hie crowd

rushing by , To he trampled stud trucked

by the thousands ol feet, Tin it blends

with tho horrible illili ot the street »

) » Once I was pure as the snow -but I

fell i ( roll,Uko the suow Uakia, from

Heaven to Hell Fçll, to be trampled as

filth iu the street1 " i ¿11, to be

scoffed, to be spit on and beat,

l'leadiug, t Cursing, , Dreading to die

" Selling my soul to whoever would buy.

Dealing iu shdmc for a morsel ol bi ead,

llaäng the living and (taring the dead

Merciful God I have I lallen so lou °

And yet I was once like this beautiful

snow ! Once I was fair as the biautlAil

snow, ,. » 1th an ey o like its cry stuN

u heart like its glow, Once I « as loved

for my iunocent grace -' Flattered and

sought for the charms of my face Father,

s Mother, . Sister, mid nil, , God, and

my self, I hav c lost by my fall, ' Í he

veriest w retch that goes ani\ i nng by

» Will take a wide sweep lest I »-under

too nigh, For all that is on or about mc

1 know There is nothing that a pure but

the beautiful snow How strange it should

bo that this bcautliul snow Should fall

ou a sinner with nowhere to go If the

snow and the ico struok my desperate

brain ! How strange it nould be when tho

night comes again Faulting, i Freezing

Dying alone I Too wicked for prayer, too

weak for my moan To be heard in the

crash of the crazy town, Gone mad In

their joy at the snow s coming down, To

lie and to die in my terrible woe. With

a bed and a shroud ot the beautiful snow

THE SNOW. [From the Mark Lane Express.]

O! the snow, the beautiful snow, Filling

the sky and tbe earth below; Over the

housetops, over tbe street, Over the

heads of the people you meet; Dancing,

Flirting, Skimming along. Beautiful

snow! it can do nothing wrong: Flying to

kiss a fair lady's cheek; Clinging to

lips in a frolicsome freak; Beautiful

snow from the heavens above, Pure as an

angel and fickle as love! O! the snow,

the beautiful snow! How the flakes

gather and laugh as they go; Whirling

about in its maddening ton, It plays in

its glee with every one. Chasing,

-Laughing, Hurrying by. It lights up

the face and it sparkles the eye; And

even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive, and its heart in a

glow, To welcome the coming of the

beautiful snow. How the wild crowd goes

swaying along, Hailing each other with

humour and song! How the gay sledges

like meteors flash by, Bright for the

moment then lost to the eye; Singing,

Swinging, Dashing they go Over the crust

of the beautiful snow; Snow so pure when

it falls from the sky, To be trampled iu

mud by the crowd rushing by, To be

trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet, Till it blends with the horrible

filth of the street. Once I was pure as

the snow — but I fell — Fell, like tbe

snow-flakes, from Heaven to HellFell, to

be trampled as filth in the streetFell,

to he scoffed, to be spit on, and beat;

Pleading, Cursing, Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living, and fearing tbe dead.

Merciful God, have I fallen so low? And

yet I was once like this beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart

like its glow; Once I was loved for my

innocent grace — Flattered and sought

for the charms of my face: Father,

Mother, Sister, and all, God, and

myself, I have lost by my fall; The

veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep lest I wander too

nigh; . For of all that is on or about

me I know There is nothing that's pure

but tbe beautiful snow. How strange it

should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go; If the snow and the ice struck my

desperate brain! How strange it would be

when the night comes again Fainting,

Freezing, Dying alone! Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for my moan To be heard

in the crash of the crazy town. Gone mad

in their joy at the snow's coming down;

To lie and to die in my terible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow!

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THE SNOW. (Front the Mark Lane Express.)

! the «now, the beautiful mow, ' filling

the »ky and the earth below; > ' Orar

tra housetops, oter ii« street, Over the

head» of the people yon meet ; Dancing,

Flirting, Skimming along, Besutiful «now

; it can do nothing wrong. Flying to

kiss a fair lady's cheek ; Clinging to

lips in a frolicsome freak ; Beautiful

mow from the heavens above, Fur« M an

angel ti! fiokleas love ! O ! the mow,

the beautiful snow ; How the flakes

gather and laugh as they go ; Whirling

«bout in ita maddening fun, It play« in

it« glee with every on«. Chasing,

Laughing, Hurrying by, , If lights np

the face, and it spsrkles the eye ; And

even the dog*, with a bark and a bound;

Snap at the crystal that e

The town is alive, and its heart in o

glow, To welcome the coming of the

beautiful snow. How the wild crowd goes

swaying along. Hailing each other with

humour and song ! How the gay sledges

like meteors flash by, Bright for the

moment, then lost to the eye ; '

Ringing, Swinging, Dashing they go, Over

the crust of the beautiful snow: Snow so

pure when it falls Irom tho sky. To lie

trampled in mud by tho crowd i ashing hy

; To b» trampled and tracked by the

thousands of feet, Till it blends with

the horrible filth of the street. Once I

was pnre as the snow-but I fell Fell,

like the snow-fl ike«, from Heaven to

HellFell, to be trampled as filth in the

streetFell, to be scoffed, to be spit on

and beat ; Pleading, Cursin g. Dreading

to din, Selling my soul to whoever would

buy, Dealing in shame for a mnrsel of

bread, Hating the living and fe «ring

tho (lend, Merciful God ! have I fallen

so low ? And jet I w«ig once like his

beautiful snow! Once I was fair as the

beautiful snow. With an eye like its

crystals, a heart like i ti glow; Onoe I

was loved for mv innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms of

my face, Father, Mother, Sister, and

al], God, and myself, I have lost by my

fall ; The veriest wretch that goes

shivering by Will take a wide sweep test

1 wander too nigh ; For all that is on

or about me, I know There is nothing

that's pure but the beautiful snow. How

strange It should be that this beautiful

snow Should fall on a sinner with

nowhere to go ; If the snow and the ice

struck my desperate brain ! How strange

it would be when the night comes again

Fainting, Freezing, Ojiug alone ! Too

wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the craay

town, Gone mad in their joy at the

snow's coming down : To lie and to die

in my terrible woe, With a bed and a

shroud of the beautiful snow !

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O, the mow, th* beautiful mow. Filling

the sky and the earth below ; Oyer the

housetop*, orer the street, Orer the

heads of the people yon meet ; Dancinpr,

Fllrtinff, Skimming along', Beautiful

snow ! it can do nothing wrong, Flyinsr

to kiss a fair lady's cheek : Clinging

to lips in a frolicsome freak ;

Beautiful enow from tho heavens above,

Pure as an angel and tickle as love ! 8

! tho mow, the beautiful snow ! 1 How

tho flakes gather and laugh a« they go ;

Whirling about in its maddening fun, It

plays in its glee with ovory one.

Chasing, Laughing, Hurrying by, It

lights up the face, and it sparkles the

sye ; And even tbe dogs, with u bark and

a bound, Snap at tho crystal that eddy

round ; The town is alive, and its heart

in a glow, To welcome the ooming of the

beautiful snow. How the wild crowd goes

swaying along, Hailing each other with

humor and song ! How tbe gay sledges

liko meteors flash by, -Bright for tno

moment, then lost to the eye ; Einging,

. Swinging, -Dashing they go Over tho

crust of the beautiful snow ; Snow so

pure when it falls from the sky, To be

trampled in mud by tho orowd rushing by

; j To be trampled and tracked by the

thousands of feet, Till it blends with

tho horrible tilth of the streot. Once I

was pure as tho snow— but I fellFoil,

liko the snow-flakos, from Heaven to

HellFell, to bo trampled, like filth in

tho street — Fell, to bo scoffed, to he

spit on and beat ; Pleading, ? Cursing,

Dreading to die, Belling my soul to

whoever would buy. Dealing in shame for

a morsel of bread, ' ' Hating tho

living, and fearing tho dead. Merciful

God ! have I fallen so low ? Aad yet I

was once like this beautiful snow 1

Vneel was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a lieait

like its glow ; Once I was loved for my

innocent graeo— Flattered and sought for

tho charms of my faoe. Father, Mother,

SiBter. and all. God, and mysolf, I havo

lost by my fall ; The veriest wretch

that goes shivering by ?Will toko a wldo

sweop lest I wander too nigh ; For of

all that is on or about mo, I know There

is nothing that's pure but tho beautiful

snow. How strange it should bo that this

beautiful snow Bhould fall on a sinner

with nuwhero to go ; If the snow nnd tho

ico struck loy desperate brain, How

strange il would be whon the night comei

ajiun. Fainting, Freezing, Dying alona !

Too wicked for r rayor, too weak for my

moan To be heard in the crash of the

crazr town, . . . Gone mad in their Joy

at the snow's coming down ; To lie and

to die in my ter iblc woo, With a bed

and a shroud of the beautiful snow I

Snow.

Oht the snow, the beantiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

over the housetops, over the sfrect,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing, flitting, skimming along.

iteautiful snow! it can do nothing wrong:

plying to kiss a fair lady's cheek:

Clinging to lips in a froliesome fro

beautiful snow from the heavens thove,

Pure as an angel and fickle as love!

Oll the snow, the beantiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one;

Chasing, laughing, hurrying by.

it lights up the face and sparkles the eye;

And even the llogs with a hark and a bound

Snap at the crystals eddying around:

The town is alive, and its heart is agliw

To welcme the coming of the beantiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along.

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges like mefeors flash by,

Bright for a moment, then tost to the oye;

Iinging, swinging, dashing they g

Over the crust of the beautiful snow.

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing

to be trampled and tracked by thousands of

Ai t bttir a tis

Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell

Fell like the snow-flake, from heaven to holl;

Fell to be trampled as filth in the street

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Plending, cursing, dreading to die

Selling my soul to whoever would buy.

Pealing in shame for a morsel of bread;

Hating the living and tearing the doad;

Mereiful God! have i fallen so low?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals--a heart like its

glow;

Once I was loved for my innermost grace

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face;

Father, mother, sister, all,

God and myself! have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh;

For of all that is on or about me I know

There's nothing that's pure but the beautiful

SlOW.

How strange it should be that this beautif.

should fall as a sinnor with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be when the night come

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain!

Fainting, freezing, dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my

mininea et a

To he heard in the crash of the crazy town:

Gone mad in their joy at the snow's coming

down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe

With a bed and a shroud of the benutilil anow.

ONCE I WAS PURE. 0 ! the snow, the

beautiful snow, Filling the sky and

earth below; Over the housetops, over

the Street, Over the heads of the people

you meet; Dancing, Flirting, Skimmering

along, Beautiful snow ! it can do

nothing wrong, Flying to kiss a fair

lady's cheek; Clinging to lips in a

frolicksome freak ; Beautiful snow from

the heavens above, Pure as an angel, and

fickle as love! O ! the snow the

beautiful snow ! How the flakes gather

and laugh as they go! Whirling about in

its maddening fun, It plays hi its glee

with every one, Chasing, Laughing,

Hurrying by, It lights up the-face, and

it sparkles the eye ; And even the dogs,

with a bark and a bound, Snap at the

crystals that eddy around; The town is

alive, and its heart in glow, To welcome

the coming of the beautiful snow. How

the wild crowd goes swazing along,

Hailing each other with humour and song

1 How the gay sledges, like meteors

flash by, Bright for the moment, then

lost to to the eye: Ringing, Swinging,

Dashing they go Over the crust of the

beautiful snow : Snow so pure when it

falls from the sky, To be trampled in

mud by the crowd rushing by; To be

trampled and tracked by the thousand of

feet, Till it blends with the horrible

filth of the street. Once I was pure as

the snow-but I fell Fell, like the snow

flakes from Heaven to HellFell, to be

trampled as filth in the streetFell, to

be scoffed, to be spit on and beat J

Pleading, Cursing, Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living, and fearing the dead.

Merciful God ! have I fallen so low 1

And yet I was once like this beautiful

snow! Once I was fair as the beautiful

snow, With an eye like its crystals, a

heart like its glow Once I was loved for

my innocent grace Flattered and sought

for the charm of my face, Father,

Mother, Sister, and all, God, and myself

I have lost by my fall, The veriest

wretch that goes shivering by Will take

a wide sweep lest I wander to-nigh; For

of all that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that's pure but the

beautiful snow. How strange it should be

that this beautiful snow Should fall on

a sinner with nowhere to go; How strange

it would be when the night comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my

desperate brain Fainting, Freezing,

Dying alone! Too wicked for prayer, too

weak for my moan To be heard in the

crash of the crazy town, Gone mad in

their joy at the snow's coming down To

lie and to die in my terrible woe, With

a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow!

Once I was Pure.

The following poem we regard as one of the most

touchingly beautiful in the language, and well worthy

of attentive perusal by every reader:

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet;

Dancing,

Flitting,

Skimming along.

Beantiful snow! it can't do nothing wreng,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure as an angel, as gentle as love!

Oh; the snow the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun.

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing.

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye!

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay siedges, like meteors, flash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye;

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beantiful snow;

Snow so pure when it falts from the sky,

To be trampled in the mud by the crowd rushing

by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street

Once I was pure as the snow--but I fell!

Fell like the snow-flakes, from heaven to hell,

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street,

Fell to be scoffed to be spit on and beat;

Pleading.

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy.

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead;

Merciful Godl have I faller so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once I was fair like the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystal, a heart like its glow,

Once I was loved for my innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face;

Father.

Mother,

Sisters, all,

iod, and myself I have lost by my fall:

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will take a wide sweep, least I wander to nigh

Fot all that is on or above me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure as the beautifu

show

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with now here to gol

How strange it should be, when the night comas

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain

Fainting,

Freezing.

Dying alone,

To wicked for prayer to weak for my moan

To be heard in my crazy town.

ione mad in the jey of the snow coming down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beantiful snow.

' Once I was Pare.

The following poem We regard as one of the

moat tonchingly beautiful in the language, and :

well worthy of sttcntive pcrueal by every reader:

Oh I the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky sod earth below ;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet, i

Dancing, ' (

Flitting, ' . ,

Skimming along,

Beautiful snow ! it can do nothing wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheelr," .

Clingingto lips in s frolicksome freak, .

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure as an angel, as gentle as love !

Oh I the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as thoy got

Whirling about in its maddening fun,'

It plays in its glee with every one, .

Chasing,

Laughing, : ' " -

Hurrying by, '

It lights np the face, and it sparkles the eye 1

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song 1

How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye ;

Ringing,

Swinging,

- Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow ;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trambled in the mud by the crowd rushing by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street

Once I was pure as the snow but I fell!

Fell like the snow-flakes, from heaven to hell,

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street ;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat ; ;s

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Denliug in shame for a morsel of bread.

Hating the living aud fearing the dead; . "

Merciful God! have I fullen so low? . .

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once 1 was fair as the beautiful snow, ,

With an eye like its crystal, a heart like its glow ;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face ;

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all,

God. and myself, I have lost by my fall ;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh j

For ull thst is on or above me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow.

Should full on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it should be, when too night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain,

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down,

To lie and to die iu my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow.

Tie Great Balloon VoyageMr. Had

dock's Account Three hundred Miles In

Eour Hours Landing in the Wilderness

The Balloon Abandoned Four days

Without Food Lost in the Woods E

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling- the sky and the earth below;

Orer the housetops, orer the street,

Cover the heads of the people you meet;

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along;

Beautiful snow 1 it can do nothing wrong,

Flying- to kiss a fair ladv’s cheek;

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak;

Beautiful snow irom the Heavens above,

Pure as an angel, and fickle as lore 1

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go I

Whirling about in its maddening fun.

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrvingby,

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye ;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around ;

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow/

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song I

How the gay sledges like meteors flash by

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye;

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow 1

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands offset,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell;

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from Heaven—to hell;

Fell, to be trampled as filth of the street,

Fell, to be scotfed, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading,

Cursing*

Dreading to die;

Selling my soui to whoever would buy ;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread ;

Hating the living, and fearing the dead,

Merciful God ! have I fallen so low ?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow 1

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow ;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sister, ail,

God, and myself, 1 have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too n:gh ;

For all that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that’s pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that the beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go !

How strange it wo’ld be when the night comes again

if tfie'snow and the ice struck my desperate brain;

Fainting,

Freezing, j

Dying along I I

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan j

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snow’s coming down;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a suroud of the beautiful snow.

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ONCE I WAS PURE.

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The following poem we regard as one of th

most touchingly beautiful in the language, an

wel worthy of attentive perusal by every reader :

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below!

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Danecing,

Flitting,

Skimming along ;

Beautiful snow, it can do nothing wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicksome freak ;

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure as an angel, as gentle as love !

Oh! the snow,the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one;

Chasing,

. Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye ;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

Bow the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song !

How the gay sledges, like meters, flash by,

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye ;

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow—

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

And trampled in mud by the erowd rushing by,

Trampled and tracked by thousands of feet,

Till it blends with filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell !

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven to hell}

Fell to be trampled as flith of the street,

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat ;

38 Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy ;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living, and fearing the dead ;

Merciful God! have I fallen 8o low?

Yet I wasonce like the beautiful snow !

Once 1 was fair as the beautiful snow,

With eye like its crystal, heart like its glow ;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace,

Flattered and sought for the charms of my

face ;

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all, v

God and myself, I have lost by my fall!

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Takes a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh ;

For all that is on or above me, I know,

There’s nothing so pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

Strange it should be, when night comes again,

: If snow and ice struck my desperate brain'!

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone,

. Toowicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy of snow coming down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of beautiful snow '

Show.

Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow.

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the housetops, over the street.

Over the Lean* of the people you meet;

Dan 'ing.

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow, it can do nothing wrong,

Flying to kisi a fair lady’s cheek;

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak.

Beautiful snow, Irom the heavens above,

Pure as an angel and fickle as love.

Oli, the snow, the beautiful snow !

How the flakes gather and laugh a they go !

Whirling about in Its maddening fun.

It plays iu its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurry ing by.

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound.

Snap at the crystals that eddv around.

The town is alive, and its heart iu a glow

To welcome the coming of beauti.ui snow.

How the w ild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How i he gay sledges like me tors pass by—

Bright for amoraeut, then lost to the ©ye.

Hinging,

Swinging.

Af .sL.ing they go

Over the crest ol the beaatifo] snow;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky.

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by;

To bo tramped and tracked by the thousands of feet.

Till it blends with the tilth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell.

Fell, like the suow-fl ikes from heaven—to hell;

Fell, to be tramped as the filth of the street;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die.

Selling my soul to whoever would buy.

Pealing iu shame for a morsel of bread.

Hating the living and rearing the dead,

Merciful Hod * have I fallen so low ?

And yet 1 once was like this beautiful snow.

Once 2 was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eve like its crystal, a heart like its glow;

Once I w hs loved for my innocent grace—

!■ Littered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall.

The varies! wretch that goc shiveri g by

U ill take a wide sweep lest I wander 100 nigh;

For all that is on or about me, I know

Taero'a nothing that's pure but the beautiful snow.

Ho •. strange it should ho that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go I

H>w strange il would be,when the night comes again

1: the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain !

relating.

Free/, i ng,

Ih ing alone !

Too w c ,••! (or prayer, 100 weak for iny moan

1" lieai and iii ‘.ho crash of the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snows coming down,

l*o ’ o " die iu :ny te rible woe,

\\ itii a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow.

Harper's Weekly.

the reading room

for a few minutes, and all was still.

Beantifnl Snow.

Oh ! tha snow, the beautiful snow,

Killing the sky and earth below ;-Over

the house tops, over the street,

Over the heads of 'the people you meet,

Dancin:r,-Fiitling,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow ! it can do nothing wrong;

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek.

Clinging to lips in a froficksome freak.

Beautiful snow f-om the heaven above,

Pure as nu angel., as gentle as love !

Oh ! th enow, the beautiful snow.

How the flakes gather and lauh as they go !

Whirling about in its maddening fun.

It pVin its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face, and it sparkles th eye !

And even the dog, with a bark and a bound.

Snap at the crystal that eddy around;

The town is alive and. its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along.

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye ;

Kinging,

Swinging,

"Dashing they gv.

Ov-r the crest of the beautiful snow ;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in the mud by die crowd rushing

by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure a the snow but I fell !

Fell like the snow-flakes, from heaven to hell ;

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street ;

fell to be scoffed, to he spit on and beat :

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Se'ling my soul to whoever would buy.

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead ;

Merc it ul God ! have I fallen so low 'i

And yet I was onee like the. beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystal, a heart like its glow ;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms ef my face ;

Father,

, Mother,

Sisters, all,

God, and myself, I have h-st by my fall ;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by.

Will tak a wide sweep, lest I wander o nigh ;

For all that is on or above me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow.

How s'range it should be that this beautiful snow,

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go !

How strange it should be, when the night comes

aga.n.

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain,

Fainting,

Freoz ng,

Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak lor my moan.

To be heard in the streets of ihe c-azy town,

Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beauuf'd snow.

Th

wandering on

the earth when tbe Frost King rulea ita dea

tinies with his terrible sceptre, hoping and

yet not daring to die. Louisville Journal.

Once I Was Pare.

phi lbs sdow, tbe beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and eartb below ;

Oer tba bouse tops, over tbo street,

Orrr the heads of tbe people you tntct,

Dancing,

Fllrtlnjr,

SUmmlng along,

Bsiuliful snow 1 it can do nothing wrong I

Filing to kiss a fair ludy's cheek,

Clinging to lips In a frollclisonie freak,

Eeautiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as lore!

Oh! the snow, tbo beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather mid iuugli as thoy go !

Whirling about in its maddening Tun,

It plays in its g'.ee with every one,

I' basing,

Laughing,

Hurrying bf.

It lights op tbe face and it sparkles tho cyH

And even the dogs, vilth a bark unit a bound,

Fn ip at the crystals Ihut eddy around,

The town is alive, unl it heart in a slow,

To welcome tbo coining of beuutllul snow I

How the wild crowd goes twrjing along,'

lulling each other wiih humor an. I sunn I

How the gay s'fdgrs, Uku nivteors flas'i by.,

Bright f"r the moment, then lost to thu eye ;

Kiiiglug,

8 inglng,

lish'ng tbry go,

Or r the crust of the beuutilul snow:

8nw so pure when it tal e from tho sky,

t be trampled in the mud by the crowd rushing by,

To ba trampled and tracked by thethousundsot feet, i

Till it blen 's with the flith in the horrible ttrecu.

One I was puro us Us snow bit 1 Ml!

Fell like tho sro flukes from heaven In holl,

Fell to bo trampled us tilth of the street;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Ple:dln, .

Cursing,

Dreading lo clio,

Railing my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating tho livirg aud fenrii'g the dead;

Merciful GoJ ! have I fallen so low 1

And yet 1 was occe l.ke the beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as tho beautiful snow,

With an eye liko lis crystal, a heart like Us glow;

Once . I was loved for my innocent grace­

Flattered and scug'.il for the charms of my faco!

Father,

Mother,

Fl tors, till,

God, tad myself, 1 have lost by my full;

The veriest wretch Ihut goes shivering by,

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh;

For all tlat is on or above mo, I know,

Thore Is nothing that's pure as the beautiful mow.

How strange It should bo that this beautiful snow

Should fall od a sinner with nowhere to go t

How strange It should be, when the night coin's again,

If the mow and the Ice struck my desperate brain,

Faintirg,

Freezing,

Hying alone,

Toe wicked for pruyer, too weak for moan

To ba heard In tba crazy town,

Gone mad in tho J-y of the snow coming down,

To lie and to die In my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shrcud of the beautiful snow.

A

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

Pure as an ungel and ficltle as lovels 2

2s­

Oh! tha soow, the baantiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening

te r ti

Chasing,

Tanghing,

Hurrying by,

It 1at wa the saee and it sparkles the

And oven the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Suap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow r­

To woloome the coming of beautiful

AlTISON.

the wild crowd goes swaying along,­

Hailing each other with humor and song?

How the gay sledges like meteors

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eve.

Ringing.

Swinging

Dashing they go

Over the crest of the beautiful snow

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky.

To be trampled in mud b the crowd rushing by

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet,

Till it blonds with the filth in the horrible street.

Once i was pure as the snow--but I foll

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven--to hell:

Fell, to be tramped as the filth of the street:

Sell, to be scofled, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading,

Cursing,

bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead,

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like ite crystals, a heart like its glow

Once I was loved for my innocent grace,

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father.

Mother.

Sisters all,

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall,

The verlost wretch that goes shivering by

Will tahe a wide sweep, lest I wander too pigh

For all that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that's pure but the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be when the night comes again

If

the snoe

made and remitted at

BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the shy and the earth below; as

Over the house-topa, over the streef.

Over the heads the

of

pcople you meet

Laning.

Flirting. a e

Skimming along.

Beautiful show! it ean do nothing wrong,

viying t rtas a inir lady's check 3177

Clinging to lipe in a frolicsome freak.

and the ice struck my desperate brain

Fainting,

Freezing.

bying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crasy town,

mad in their joy at the snow's coming down,

and to die in my terrible woe.

With a bed and a shrond of the beautiful anow!

-Oh! the snow, the b.-nuli

fill snow, filling the sky and the cnrtli In-low;

over the house-tops, over the streets, over tIn*

le-nds of the people you meet ; dancing, flirting,

skimming along, le-auCful snow ! it can do noth­

ing wrong. 1-’lying to ki«s a fair lady 's cheek :

clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak ; beautiful

snow, from the le avens above, pure ns an angel

and fickle as love !

Oh ! the innw, th»» beautiful snow.

Filling the sky and earth brini* ;

Over the house-top«, over the -treef.

Over th** head* of the people *ou meet,

Dancing.

Flirting.

Skimming along.

Beautiful anow: it can do nothing wrong ;

Ffrtng to kies « fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak.

Beautiful anow, from the heaven above !

i*nre as an angel, gentle at love !

Oh * tha mow, the beautiful snow,

How the dakee gather and laugh aa ♦her

Whirling about in ita maddening Inn,

Il piava in Ita glee a itb even one,

Cbatiog.

Laughing.

Hurrying hr,

ft lights tip the fare and it sparkles the ere '

And even the doga, with a hark nml a hound,

Soap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town ia alive, and ila heart in a glow,

To welcoming of beautiful anew !

How the wild crowd goes swaying along.

Hailing each other with humor and song*

How the gay aledgca, like meteors, Hash hr,

Bright for a moment, then lost ft* the eu*;

Kinging.

Swinging.

Dashing they go.

Over the rruat of the beautiful sd-»w !

Huow so pure when it fall- from the -kv.

To he trampled in the mud I*v the ero** d niahing hr;

To he iruinnled and tracked by the thousand*• f (ect,

TrlHt birodrwith the bit triti the hnmhic irtrret.

Once I was as pure aa the anow—hut I fell :

Fell like the anow flakes from heaven to hell;

Kell to be trampled aa blth the street ;

kell to he act died, to he api t on and beat ;

Pleading,

Cursing.

Dreading to die,

Celling my aoitl to whoever would buv.

Dealing in shame for a tnorael of broad.

Hating the living and fearing the dead ;

Merciful God ! bave 1 fallen ao low 7

And yet 1 was once like the beautiful snow.

Onct I was fair os the beautiful anow,

With an eye like ita crystal, a heart like its glow ;

Once 1 was lined for mv innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charm» uf im face :

Father,

* Mather,

Sisters, all.

Cod, and myself. I have Toat by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes sniveling I v,

Will take a wide sweep,Teat I wander 100 nigh ;

For all thwt ia on »*r obt»rc me, i know.

There ia nothing that’» pure aa the beautiful anow.

How strange it .should be that this beautiful anow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go ;

How strange u should be, when the night conica

n gntn,

If the anow and the ice struck my desperate brain,

Fainting.

Freezing,

Dying alone.

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for moan

To be heard in the crazy town,

Gone mud io the joy of the snow coming down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful suow.

THAT WASN

4th.

go

Over t!ie crust of the beautilul .-now

Snow JO pure when it fall* from the sky,

To bo trampled in mud by tho crowd rushing

by

To be trampled and tracked by the thousand

of feet.

Till it blends With tho filth in the horrible

street.

my

desperate

brain

Faiuting,

Freezing,

|)ying alone

Too wicked fr«m prayer, too weaa formy moan

To be heard in the crash as the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy at tho snow's coming

down

To lie and to dio in iny terrible woe,

With a bod and a shroud of tho beautiful

beautiful snow,

rtilin. the skjr an 1 ih afth below

*er tue lioaaetop?, owr the street,

Over tlie beads ot the people

O! tho snow, tho beautiful snow

How tbo Hakes g-tHier and laugh aa they go.

Whirling about in its maddening '*a,

It plays in its glee witb crery one.

Chasicig,

Laugnisg.

Ilurrvlng by,

It iifhts n* Hi- a^e, nnd it spark.es I

he oye

Ani even the di^H. with 2 bark and a bound,

nnap at the ery»tals thateddy around

The town U alive, and its heart in a glow,

To wuleotne the

coming of thebeautilul snow.

How the w.!d crowd goes swasln^ along.

Hailing each other with humor uud s«ii^'.

llowthe gay sledges, like meteors flash by,

Bitgtit for the in'.ment, then io»i to the »fe

Kinging,

Swinging,

liu-hing they

Oneo I was pare as the snow—bat I fell—

Fell like the 110* fUko.-i from heaven to neil—•

Fell, to be trampled a- filth in thestreot—

Fell, to bo spiffed to be spit 011 and beat:

j'ic-idiiig,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

§§«|)ing my soul to whcerer would bay,

Doaiiug in siiatiio for a morsel ofhroad.

llating the living and louring tho dead.

Men itul God! huve I fallen so low?

And yet 1 wa= ouco like tiiis beautiful snow

Onee I was fair as tho beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like it?

glow

Oneo 1 was loved for my innojent grace—

Fiattored an.l sough lor the charm of my faoo,

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, and all,

God, and myself 1 have lost by my fall,

Tho veriest wretch that goe^ shiveringby

Wi.l take awidesweep lest I wander too nigh

For of all that is on or about me, 1 know

There is nothing that's pure but bcuuiituliiioW

IIow strange it should be that this beantilal

snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go

How Mrange it would be when tho night

conies again.

If the snow and the ioe struck

—The late Treasurer of Maine

0!d th snow, the bstntiful nov,

Fdlinjj the sky and e;irth below!

Over tho boa; over the street,

Over tlu he idi of the jkj jpla you meet.

D.Micirr,

Fdltling,

Siimrain al.u;

Ii.MUiful Vn'?; can .k uot'iiu.r-Tprs . ,

f liu ; t kia a fair 1 idy's c'aeek,

Cli ii ij ti lijM i.j a fr.!icksi:iis freak;

D.muftil a i v fr u I'u hsiv.'a abjve.

Pure ai an anel, a gtit'.c as love!

tj .! the sn v, the b.'iutif.il nov.

II v the tUkei gitlur aa I l iughas they !

Whirling about ia its ni.ilJjuuig fun.

It plays ia it glee with every oae!

Chaiui,

"Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the faoe, and it xnarkles the eye;

And even the! g-s, vitu a bark and a bouod,

Snup at th-j crystal tint eddy arotin I.

The town is alive, and its heart iu a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful szow.

How tho wdd crowd 4 sw.iyin.j al ng.

II dling caj!i other with humor and song!

II jiv the giy t.!e !g.ii like in -to-.rs fls'i by,

Driglil I r a tn.TTii-.-.it thea lost t tlie eye;

Ringing.

Swii:giiis,

D tshing they g 1,

Ov'er thj x: is-t of the bjiutil'ui snow

Snow so paro iuc.i it fxils lrou the sky,

An t trample 1 in mud by the crotfd ruahing

by,

Triinp'.el anl traiked by th usia lsof feet,

Ti l it Oh nds witti fiilh in the horrible street.

Oacc I was as pure as tlie miow but I fell!

Fed, like the saow-n ikes, froai l.eavoa to

he'i!

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street,

Ft'i to be scoffed, to bo spit on, and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing.

Dreading to ilie.

Sil'ing my soul to whoever would by;

Dealing: id -diam'e t-.r a raortel uf bread, "

ila'ing the living, ami fiarlig the dead;

Mi-rcif.-.l Gixl! have I fallen so low?

Yet I was euce like the beautiful snow!

Oucc I was fair as this beiurifu! snow.

With ey.j like its crystal, b.eart like its glow,

Once I w is lovod for my hiaoceut grace,

Fialtered aodsoti tut f-.r tho charms of niv

o -

face;

Father,

Mother,

Si.-ters all,

God and myself. I have !..,t by my f.ili!

The veiriest v. retch that goes hiverillg by.

Takes a wide r-w-e;, le-st I wan. lor too nigh;

For :d! that is oti or ab vc me, I kn v,

There's nothing s- pure as the beautiful miow.

How t-trani: it s!i :i'.d le that beautiful sn tw

Should fall on a sinner wit'a nowhere t g!

Stratiitu s.Voc! 1 be, when night comes

agai.i.

If snow and ice struck my desperate brain!

Fainting,

Freezing.

Dying alone.

Too wick c 1 for prayer, too weak fv.r my

moan

To lie heard in the cr.izy town.

Gone ma I in the j y of .-now comitig do wn,

To lie and to hc in my terrible woe,

"With a U-d an 1 a s.hrou I of Ubiu'ful snow!

aimed. The moral drawn is

touching, and the painting is that of a fall­

angel, who, straying from the paths of

virtue, has been wreeked upon the shoal

of an unhallowed lust. The snow is made

the beautiful emblem of innocence and pu­

rity. Read it, and thank God that you are

not reckless, hopeless, homeless, desolate,

wandering on the earth when the Frost

King rules its destines with his terrible

septre, hoping and yel not daring to flle

ONOEI Was purE.

Oh! the snow, the beantiful snow,

gilling the sky and the earth belos

ver tha housetops, over the strecl

o the house tops, ver the strecl,

over the heads of the people you mect.

Daneing, i

Flirting,

imming along,

lea utiful snow, it ean do nothing wrong

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek

lnging to lips in s frolick some freak,

eautiful snow troin the heavens abve,

Pure as an angel, guntle as love

a! the snow, the eautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and taugh as they go!

Whirling aboat in its maddening fun,

It plays in the glee with every one,

Chasing.

Laughing.

Hurrying by,

It lights up the faee and it sparkles the eye!

And even the dogs, with a bark and a boune

Snap at the erystals that eddy around

The town is alive, alld its heart in a glow,

Giving a weleome to the beautiful snow,

How the wild erowd goes swaying along

atling each sther with humet and so

How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye;

tinging.

winging.

Daneing they go,

the crust of the beautiful snow

tnow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampl'd in the mud by the crowd rushingh

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible streets.

Once I wwas as pure as the snow--but I fell!

ell like the snow flake from heaven to hell,

I to be trampled as filth of the street

Fell to be seoffed, to be spit on and beat

sading.

Gursing

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

De aling in shame for a morsel of brea

ag the living and fearing the dead;

Mereiful God! have I fallen so low

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow,

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its erystal, a heart ltke its glow

Once I was loved for my in nocent grace

Flattered and sought for the sharms of my face;

Father.

Mother,

Sister, all,

God and myself, I have lost by my fall

The verinst wretch that goes shivering by,

Will take a vide sweep, lest I wander too nigh,

For all that is in or above me I know,

There's nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow!

How strange it should be that the beautiful snow

e e e

ow strange it should be, when the night comes

fthe snow and the lee struck my desperate brain,

Fainting.

Dying alone,

to wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

be heard in the jubtlant town,

tone mad in the joy of the snar coming down,

To lis and to dis in my terribis wos

With a bed and a shroud in the beautiful snow.

UOO EStOY SI7E.

STAteOF LOUISIANA-Parish of East

and, though its mourn

ful cadences fall upon the car like well rcinein

bered music, we cannot re cal 1 the author's j

name. It is worthy of Hood or Lamb, but is

now a waif waiting to be reclaimed. The moral 1

drawn is touching, aud the painting is that of a

fallen angel, who, straying from the paths ol

virtue, has been wrecked upon the shoals of an

unhallowed lust. The snow is made the beauti- j

ful emblem of innocence and purity. Read it.

aud thank God that you are not reckless, hope

less, homeless, desolate, wandering on the earth

when the Frost King rules its destinies with his

terrible sceptre, hoping and yet nor daring 10 die:

Once I was Pure.

Oh', the snow, the beautiful snow.

Filling the sky aud the earth below .

Over the house tops, over the street.

Over the heads of the people yon meet.

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow, it can do nothing wroug.

Flying to kiss a lair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicksome freak,

Beautiful snow from the^beaven above.

Pure us an angel, geutle as love'

Ob! the snow, the beautiful suow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as tbey go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays io its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurryiug by.

It lights up the lace aud il sparkles ihe eye'

And even the dogs, with a bark aud a humid.

Snapt at the crystals thai eddy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow.

Giviug a welcome to the beautiful suow

How the wild crowd goes swaying along.

Hailiug each other with humor and soug!

How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by.

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye

Ringiog,

Swinging,

Dashing tbey go,

Over the crust of the bcaulilul snow'

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in the mud by the crowd rush

ing by!

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet,

Till it blends with the filth iu the horrible

streets.

Once I was as pure as the snow — but 1 fell!

Fell like the snow Hate from Heaven M hell,

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street:

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat.

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buv,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead:

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow.

With an eye like its crystal, a heart like its

glow !

Once I was loved for my innocent grace —

Flattered and sought for the charms of my lace;

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all,

God, aud myself, 1 have lost by my full:

The veriest wretch thai goes shivering bj .

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigb.

For all that, is in or above me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure a« the lieaiuiful

snow !

How strange it should be thai ibis beautiful

snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere 10 go'

How strange it should be, when the night comes

again.

If the snow aud the ice -druck 011 desperate

brain,

Fainting,

Freezing.

— Dying alone,

Too nicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the jubiieut town,

Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down.

To lie and to die iu my terrible woe,

With a bed and a sbroud in the beautiful snow.

(art!. l)-lo.v | Over tbc houio tops,

ovur tlit* ulrDul^ Over the licads of

the people yuu uii-ct. Dancing,

Hlrlini-, Slimming along, llcautlful

snow Mt can do nothing won;, I'lyius lo

kUs a fair lady's dn:ft, Cllot-ln» to

lipi iu a Irolicsomi- frtak, IJeiutlful

snow froai the Heaven nbovc, l'uro as &Q

aaj^cl a^ ^eQtlu as love ! Oh '. the

Enow the beautiful mon-, lluw tho

Ihilics t-atlier and laugh M they go !

Whlrllne about In Its rnadili'nln); lun,

It plays In IU glee with every uae,

Chaslns, Laugliln^, llorryinp by, It

lights up U10 face, and It ipirkles the

e\v '. And even the dogs n-Hli a bark

and a bound, Snap at the crystals that

eddy ivouod, The town Is allvu and IU

heart In a glow, To welcome the coming

or beautiful know. How Uic wild crowd

goes swuylng along, Hailing each other

with boauly and son- I How U10 gay

sledges, like meteors flash by. Bright

for the moment then lost to tbe eyo ;

Hinging, Swlngloc, Dashing ilicy go.

Over the crust of the beautiful snow ;

Blow so pure when It falls from tho sky.

To be trampled In mod by the crowd

rushlne by. To be trampled and trackoJ

t-y the lliousandsof feet, Till It

blends iu tbe fiUh of U10 horrible

street. Once I was nnre as the snow-but

1 fell ! 1 oil lite the snow Hakes f.om

Heaven to Hell ; l'ell to b» tiampled as

tilth In Lhe street ; Fell In be

scoffed, to be [pit on and beat ;

Pleading, Cursing, Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy.

Dealing In sliamo for a morsel of bread,

Mirclful God ham 1 fallen solow ! And

yet I was once like tbe boautlful enow.

Once 1 was fair as the beautiful snow.

With an eye like the crystal a heart

like Its glow nattered and sought for

tbc charms of my face; 1-ather, Mother,

Bisters all, God, and myself, I Imve

lost by my full ; The veriest mi-tali

lhat goes shivering by ; Will lake a

vide sweep lest I wander too olsh, Pnr

all ttiat is on or above me, I kuow,

There la noLhlng so pure as the

beautiful snow. How strange It sbculd bo

that this beautiful snow Should fall on

a sinner with nowhere to go ! Huw

ttrangc it should be when the

nlghtcoincs again, If the snow and Ibc

Ice struck uiy desperate braiu,

Fainting, I'reezin-, Dying alone, Too

wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To b: heard in thB crazy town, To lie

and to die in my terrible woe, With abed

and a Ehrond of tbc teiutlfu! snow

Tiik Louisville Journal publishes the following

which it it picks up from the sea of ncwspapcr­

dom, without a sign to tell from whence it came.

There’s beauty and poetry and sentiment in the

lines, and none but a real poet could produce

them:

Once I tVns Pure.

Oh the snow, the beautiful snow

Filling the sky and earth below ;

Over the house tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet.

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful, snow! it can do nothing wrong;

Flving to kiss a fiir lady’s cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicksonie freak,

Beautiful snow, from the heaven above 1

Pure as an angel, gentle as love I

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

IIow the flakes gather and laugh as they go I

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by.

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye!

And even the dogs, with a hark and a bound.

Simp at the crystals that eddy around,

The town is airve, and its heart in a glow,

To the welcoming in df beautiful snow!

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song I

How the gay sledges, like meteors, 11 ish by,

Dright for a moment, then lost to the eye;

Hinging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go.

beautiful snow !

•Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet,

Till it Wends with the filth in the horrible street.

f loco I was pure as the snow—but I fell!

Fell like the snow Hakes from heaven to hell:

Fell to be be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell to bo scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die.

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for u morsel of bread,

Dating the living and fearing the dead ;

Merciful Uod ! have I fallen so low ?

And yet 1 was once like the beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like itsglow!

Once I was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face 1

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all,

Cod, and myself, I have lost by my fall;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will taken wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh ;

For all that is on or above me, I know,

There is nothing that’s pure us the beautiful

s mw.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall oil a sinner with nowhere to go:

How strange it should be, when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain,

Fa nting,

Freezing,

Dying alone.

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for moan

To he heard in the crazy town,

Cone mad in the joy of the snow coming down;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed aud a shroud of the beautiful suow.

A

The Louisville Journal publishes the

following, which it picks up from the sea of

newspaperdom, Without a sign to tell from

whence it came. There's Scanty and poetry and

sentiment in the Hues, ai*l none but a real poet

could produce them .

Once I Wns Pure.

Oh the snow, the beautiful snow

Filling the sky and earth below ;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet.

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow ! it can do nothing wrong;

Flying to kiss a fair lady’s check,

Clinging to lips in a frolicksome freak,

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above !

Pure as an angel, gentle as love !

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go !

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays iu its glee with every ono.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by.

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye !

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around,

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To the welcoming in of beautiful snow !

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song I

How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,

Bright for a moment, thou lost to the eye ;

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go.

Over the crust of the beautiful snow !

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

lo be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands

of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrid street.

Once I was pure as the snow, but 1 fell I

Fell like the snow flakes from heaven to hell:

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit ou and beat ;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die.

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead;

Merciful God ! have I fallen so low ?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eve like its crystals, a heart like its

glow’ I

Once I was loved fot* my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face 1

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall];

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

W ill take a wide sweep, lest I wander too

nigh ;

For all that is on or above me, I know,

There is nothing that’s pure as the beautiful

snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful

snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go;

How’strange it should be, when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain,

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for moan

To be heard in the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful enow.

and,

though its mournful cadences fall upon our ear like the

strains of well remembered music, we cannot recall the

author's name. It is worthy of Hood or Lamb, but is

now a waif waiting to be reclaimed. Read it, dear friends,

and again thank God that you are not reckless, hopeless,

homeless, desolate, wandering on the earth when the

Frost King rules its destinies with his terrible sceptre,

hoping and yet not daring to die

ONCS I WAS FUAs.

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the bo ase-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing,

Flitting,

SAimming along,

Reautiful snow! it can do nothing wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clin ing to lps in a frolit ksome freak,

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure as an angle, geatle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurring by

It lights us the face, and it sparkler the eye!

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Shap at the crystals that eddy around,

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Halling each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors tlas by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye;

Swinging.

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautifu' snow

Snow so pure when it fal's from the sky,

To be trampled in the mud by the crowd rushing by

To be trampled and tracked by the thounands of fect,

Till it blends with the filth in the herrible streets.

Once I was pure as the snow--but I fell!

Feli like the s low tlakes from heaved to hel',

Fell to be trarpled as filth of the street;

Fell to he scoffed, to be spit on and beat

Pleading,

Cursing,

breading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever woulI buy

Dealing in shame for a morsel of b ead,

Ha ing the living and fearing the dead;

Me-ciful God! have I fallen so lw?

And yet I was once like the bexutiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye lice its crystal, a heart like its slow;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace

Mlattered and sought for the charms of my face;

Yather,

Mother,

all,

God, an! myself, I have lost by my fa'l;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

For all that is on or above me, I know,

The e is nothing that's pure as the beautlful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Snculd fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it should be, when the night comes again,

If the snow and ice strucg my desper ate brain,

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone,

Top wicked for prayer, too weak for moan

To be heard in the crazy town

Gine mad in the ioy of the snow coming down,

To lie and to dle in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beau'iful snow.

Steihin

poem wan published In the %Tort:\.u,

noarly two years ago, but at the request of several read­

ers we again give it room at this very appropriate season

Oli ' tin* snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth In low ,

Over the house tops, over the street,

Over the head* of the [ample you meet ;

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along,

lleautifiil snow I it can do nothing wrong.

Flving to kiss a fair lady's cheek ;

Clinging to Ups in a frolicsome freak,

lleautifiil snow, from heaven above.

Pure as an angel, and Uckle as love !

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow !

11 my the Makes Gather and laugh as they go !

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing.

laughing.

Hurrying hv.

It lights up the face, and it sparkh s the eve ;

And even the dogs, with a hark and u hound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful suovv .

TTow the wild crowd goes swaying alon r.

11 tiling each other with humor n nd song !

ll »vv the gay sledges, like meteors llash bv,

llrlght for a moment, thou lost to the e\c

Hinging,

Svv inging.

Hashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful now

y Snow so pure when it fulls from the skv

To he trampled in mud b\ the erowd h\

To bo trampled and tracked l»v the thousands of foot,

Till It hlends with filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow -but I fell

Kell like the snow Makes, from Heaven- to hell :

Kell, to ho trampled as tilth of the . treet

Kell, to In* sootled) to In* spit on and heat.

Pleading,

Cursing,

Pro idling t.» die,

Selling my soul to whoever would Imy,

Healing In shame for a morsel of bread,

llatiler Hu* living and fearing the dead.

Merciful Hod 1 have I fallen so low Y

And yet I was onee like the beautiful snow l

Once 1 was fair ns the beautiful - now.

With 'll e '• like Ul or\ t al i llO 111 Ilk® '• I glow

Once l was loved for my innoeeut gia.-e

Flattered and souglit for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sister, all,

(iu'l amt m\ elf I have lo t l> my fall

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander ton nigh :

For of all that is on or about me. I know

There is nothing that's puru hut the beautiful snow.

H »w -drange il should he that thi beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with no where to go 1

How strang« it would lie, when the night eoiiiesagaiu,

Jf the snow and the ico sit lick ill) de >perate brain '

Fainting.

Freezing.

Hying alone I

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for m\ moan

To he heard In tin* erash of the crazy town.

Cone mad in t heir joy at t lie now coinlti; down ;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beaut IfnI snow !

ONCE I WAS PURE.

: t

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow.

Filling the sky and the earth below ;

Over the house-tops, over the streets.

Over the heads of the people yon meet ;

Dancing,

Flirting, '

Skimming along.

Beautiful anow, it can do nothing wrong :

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicksoiue freak,

Beautiful snow from heaven above,

Pare as an angel, gentle as love !

Oh ! the anow, the beautiful snow.

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go !

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one, '

Chasing, "

- Laughing,

Hurrying by.

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye !

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around, -The

town, is alive, and its heart in a glow,

Giving a welcome to the beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along, . .

Hailing each other with humor and song I

Uow the gay sledges, like meteors, nasn Dy,

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye;

Ringing, ' V

Swinging,

Dashing they go, '

Over the crust of the beautiful suow 1

Snow so pure when itiulls from the sky.

To be trampled in the mud by the crowd rush-

- ing by ! - ' T

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands

of feet, ,

Till it blends with the filth of the horrible

streets.

Once I was pure as the snow but I fell J

Fell like the snow flake from heaven to hell,

Fell to be trampled as filth in the street ;.

Fell to' be scoffed ; to be. spit on and beat .

Pleading, ,

I, . , Cursing, . .

, Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread.

Hating the living aud fearing the dead ;

Merciful God 1 have I fallen so low Y

And yet I tatjaWonce like the beautiful snow.

; Norfolk Advertisements.:

Hymah, Dancy & Co;

l Commission Merchants,'

it '

-.- . Norfolk, Va.

i The New fork House will be conducted by

Juo. S. Dancy, aided by R. W. Uyman.

The Norfolk House will be conducted bj:

Jno.TI. Hymati and F. M. Hyman. -

i Particular attention given to the

sale of Cottou, Corn, Wheat,.-Kara! Stores,

&. c. &c

j Sept. 12th, I860. . ' 26 tf.

6nce I was fair as the beautiful suow,

With an eye like a crystal, a heart like it

glow !

Once. I was loved for my innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face;

Father, ,

Mother,

, , Sisk-rs, all . ;

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall ;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by.

Will take a wide sweep, less I wander too nigh.

tor all that is in or above me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure as the beautiful

snow ! ,

Uow strange it should be that the beautiful

snow ! . -Shmild

fall on a sinner with nowhere to go I

How strange it should be when the night

comes of ain.

If the snow and the ice struck my desi erate

brain,

Fainting, " .

. . Freesing, .

i . .;, . .. Dying alone.

Too wicked f or prayer, too v eak for my moan

To be Jieard in. the jubilant town, .

irone mad in tne joy ot the snow cowing

Tolie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and, a shroud in the beautiful

. snow.

beautiful anew it eon do

nothing wrong, flying tn kies a fair tody’s

cheek, c.ingiag te Ups in n frolicsome freak

Bean* Hut aanw from heaven above, pure aa

aa angel, fickle as love— c hating, laughing,

harrying by; it lights up thn face and it

sparkles th® eye; and own the doge, wuh a

bath nnd n bound, snap at the cry stale that

sidy around. The lows in alive and the

heart to aglow, te velsvme the earning of

boauiiftil anew How the mild crowd gee#

swoytag along, hailing cash ether with

Isaghur and song; how the goy sledges,

like meteors Hook by, bright for a m o m oot

then lent to the eye— ringing, swinging,

dashing they go, ever theevest ef the beaa-

tiful antw. fieew ee pure when it fell from

Ihe sky, tn be trampled in ihe mud by the

crowd rushing by — to be trampled nad

tracked by tho thousands ef feet, till it

bloods with the filth ef tbe horrible street.

Beautiful mew, a t r easure from heaves te

merioie below—

Once I WHs Paire

Oh? the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet;

Dancing,

Flrtin

Skimming along,

Beautiful snow, it can do nothing wrong;

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

linging to lips in a frolicksome freak,

Beautiful snow from heaven above

Pure as an angel, gentle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye!

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in agl

living a welcome to the beautiful snow.

the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye;

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they

ver the crust of the beautiful snow!

now so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in the mud by the crowd rushing by!

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet,

Till it blends with the filth of the horrible streets.

I was pure as the snow--but I fell;

Fell like the snow flake from heaven to hell,

ell to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell to be scoffed; to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Dreading to die,

lling my soul to whoever would buy,

bealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead;

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

nee I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow!

Once I was loved for my innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face;

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all,

lod, and myself, I have lost by my fall;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh.

For all that is in or above me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow!

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

hould fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

strange it should be when the night comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain,

Faintling.

Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the jubilant town,

ione mad in the joy of the snow coming down.

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud in the beautiful snow.

Once I Was Pure.

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

quling the sly and the earth below?

Over the heads of the people you meet;

rh antsrsss

neantitul snow, at Slaiming aop prong,

to kiss a fair ladys check,

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Beautifut snow from heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as love!

it es a aa nerel

Whirling about in its

Nhirling sbout in its maddening fan,

Chasing.

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye!

tnd snea the son wih a heo ant a teat

The town is aflve, and its heart in a gidw,

Giving a welcome to the beautiful snow.

How the wild arowd goes swaying alons;,

Ealling sach athar with hamer and sont

Bright fer a moment, then lost to the eys?"

Rlaging.

Dashing they

how so

Te be trampied in the mnd py the ergwd rushinghy!

t bamp aod ae in the thonmaade d ,

Till it blends with the filth of the horrible streets.

Once I was pure as the snow-but I fell!

Fell like the snow flake from heaven to hell?

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

breading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy;

Dealing in shame for a morsd of bread,

ilatng the living and faring the dead,

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace-

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face;

tother.

Sisters, all,

Dod, and my telf I have fost by my tall

will lake a gid ut cn soen bivedins bFhigh.

For all that is in or above me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

thould rall on a sinner with nowhere to god es agals,

ftethns ans the eirned ny copcrat boe,

Fre

ree wisns to petetotfl t ay wese

itts henrt in he fotand lera

Tohs aad tn the ley of the snow coming own,

With a bed and a shroud in the beautiful snow.

Oh ! the enow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below !

Over the house-tops, over the streets,

Over the heads of the people you lueit,

Dancing.

Flirting,

Skimming along;

Beautiful st ow 1 it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair laov's cheek,

Clinging to lips in frolicksome freak,

; Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as love !

Oh 1 the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the Hakes gather aud laugh as they go !

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in it-i glee with every one,

Chns'ng,

Laughing,

Hurrying by ;

It lights on the face and it sparkles the eye 1

And even the dogs, with a hark and a bound.

Snap at the crystals that eddy around ;

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow

To welcome the coming of beautiful suow !

How the wild crowd goe9 swaying along,

I'Hailing each other with humor and song !

'How the gav sledges, lik" meteors flash by.

j Blight f->r tiie moment, then lost to the eye;

Stinging.

Swinging.

D ishing they go,

Over the crust "df the beautiful snow ;

Snow so pure when it falls from he say,

To be trampled inrnudhy the crowd rushing by.

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands

of feet

Til! it blends with the filth inthe horrible street.

Once 1 was pure as the snow—but I fell !

Foil like the snow flakes from heaven to hell;

Fell to he trampled as tilth of the street;

i Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and be.\t;

Pleading,

Cursing.

Dreading to die,

j Selling ray soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shauie for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living at.d tenting the dead ;

; Merciful God ! have I fallen so low ?

! And \el L was unvc like the beautiful suow.

*

, Once I was fair ns the beautiful snow.

| With an eye like its crystal, a heart like its

glow ;

O.icc.l was loved f

Flattered and sought for the charms of tny face!

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all,

\ God and myself, I have lost by tin fall :

:'he veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will take a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh.

F. r all that is in or above me. I know.

There is nothing that's pure as the beautiful

snow.

! How strange it shod be that this beautiful snow

hould fall on a sinner with nowhere to go !

How strange it should be when the night

comes again.

If the snow and theice struck mydesp'rate brain

Fainting.

Freezing,

Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan

i To he heard in the crazy town,

| (rone nmd iu the joy of the snow coming down,

I To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and shroud of the beautiful snow.

J

0h ! the snow, the beautiful mow.

Filling the sky and earth below ;

Over the house-toi.s. over the street.

Over the heads of the people you meet.

Dancing,

Flirting,

, Skimming along.

S Beantifol nowl it ean do nothing wrong,

; Hying to kiss a fair lady', cheek.

Clinging to hp iB a frolicksome freak.

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

fure a an angel, gentle as love 1

"Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow.

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go !

W hirling about in its maddening fun.

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing.

Hurrying by.

It lights np the face and it sparkles the eye 1

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound.

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, end its heart in a glow.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow !

Curing Disease by Eating, Grapes—

Curing Disease by Eating, Grapes—The

all outward

That captivates the eye,

Within your gentle

The

By a

well

with a bark

and a bound, snap at the crystals that

eddy aroued. The town is alive, and

the heart is in glow, to welcome the

coming of beautiful snow. How the

wild crowd goes swaying along, hail-­

ing each other with laughter and song

how the gay sledges like meteors flash

by, bright for the moment and then

beings, capable

e sinin

go over the crest of the

snow

Gnow

so puro whon

a

Snow.

Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow

filling the sky and the earth below

over the housetop over the street,

over the heads of the people you meet

--dancing and flirting, skimming

along--beautiful snow, it can do noth-­

ing wrong; flying to kiss a fair lady's

cheek, clinging to lips in a frolicsome

Beautiful Snow.

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below ;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet;

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow ! it can do nothing wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek ;

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak.

Beautifnl snow: from the heavens above,

Pare as an angel and fickle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges like meteors flash by—

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye.

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crest of the beautiful snow :

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by :

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but 1 fell:

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven —to hell:

Fell, to be trampled as the filth ofthe street:

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God ! have I fallen so low ?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow ;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh;

For of all that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that's pure but the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go !

How strange it would be, when tho night comes

again.

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain!

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town.

Gone mad in their joy at the snow's coming down ;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow!

The Hopelessne

0h ! the noo‘v, the beautiful show, '

Filling the sky end un'h below;

01;? the home topl, over the W 192,

Over the buds of the people you meet,

‘ » Dancing.

‘ l Flirting. ‘ i

‘ .1,» Skinning iloug - 5., '

Beautiful Inowl it can do no wrong,“ 5

Flying to km 1 hit lsdy'n cheek, ,

‘ Clinging to lips in n fl-olicklome freak,

Benulitul snow from the he We? above, 0

Pure A! an angel. gentle on love!

0h! ibemnow, the; beautiful snow, . ’

How the flakes gnixer and‘lnngh as they go!

Whirling about. in its maddening inn, ‘ .

IL play? in It! glee fiithgrery can.

,3-

Luughmg, {

.r - Hurry“ a hi;

1: llglltion the face, add it serkks lb? (yo;

And (“(4-5 the day, with a. bar]: and 2: bound,

,Snap Mii‘he cryamls Lhni rddy around:

{He towu'is alivc, and its heart. in a glow,

Tn welcome the coming of beuuliflliinofl-I

Chasing,

Haw wild the crowd goes‘ Iwafiné‘nlong, ,

Hmihng each othdr with humor And tong!

Haw the gay‘lledges, like mcléan flash by,

Bright for the moment, then [63lll)th eyg;

‘ Ringing,

I , ' Swinging, ’ .A‘

‘ , Dashing they go. '

' ”C‘qr Ihr crnat of the hElll'iHl’ snow;

. Smiy so pure when

e Bt . :tenting than the follow­

ing? Its author's Utire e is unknown, but he de­

serves a hi gh P i a" e it* the poetic tanks :1

',Oh I the snow, tv ti r

Billing the sk- 'ea" . B "Pw ,

Over the he a i 1 earth below,

tom,

tier

,osn tops, over the street,

.., heads of the people you moot,

Dancing,

Flitting,

Skimming along :

Il'amitiful snow I it can do no wrong,

„Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek, ,

Clingthg to lips in ti`froncicsomo freak,

Beautiful snow from the heaven , above,

PIM) as an angel, gentle as love!

OW. the :now, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every ono,

Mae lug,

Laughing,

Hurrying by:

It lights on the face, and it sparkles the eye !

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound ;

Snap at the crystals that eddy, around,

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow !

How wild the crowd goes swaying along,

Railing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors fly by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye;

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the bountiful snow t r

Snow so;pure when it falls from the Sky.

To be trampled and tracked by the thousand aof feet

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—hut-I fell!

Pell like the snow fliikes: trout heaven to boll ;

Fell to be trampled as fil4ll in the street ;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading. .

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever may buy,

healing in shame Ihr a worsel of bread,

Flitting the living and fearing the dead;

Merciful nod! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow

BEAM tIFSI SnoWs

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the house tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along;

Beautiful snow! it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lps in a frolicsome freak,

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go;

Whirling about in its-maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by;

It lights on the face, and it sparkles the

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

nap at the crystals that eddy around,

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow!

low wild the crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors fiash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street

Once I was pure as the snow--but I fell!

Fell like the snow flakes from Heaven to hell;

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead;

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

1E The terrible accident on the Central Rail­

road on the 15th inst., near Cambridge City, was

caused by a broken rail

WILLY, doh Print,.

THOMAS,

TLIF, BEAUTIFUL SNOW

Could anything be more affecting than the follow­

ing t Its author's name is unknown, but he deserves

a high place iu the poetic ranks

Ohl the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below ;

Over the house tops, over the street,

Over the heads et the people you moot,

Dancing,

iunu ing along;

Beautiful snow ! it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's chock,

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak.

Beautiful snow from the heaven above

Pure as an angel, gentle as love' '

Oh! the snow, the beautiful 81101 , 1,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go'

Whirling About in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by;

it lights un the face, and it sparkles the eye

And even the dogs, with a bark soda bound

Snap at the crystals that eddy around ,

The town is alive, and ns heart in IL glow.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow '.

How wild the crowd goer swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song

How the gay :dodges like meteors dash by,

Bright fur the moment, thou t „ e y e

Ringing,

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

anew so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd passing by,

To be trampled and trucked by thousands of leer,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street

Once 1. was pure as the snow —but 1 fell!

Fell like the snow-flakes, trout heaven to hell

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street.

Fell to be scuffed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Rating the living and fearing the dead ;

Alereitul God! have I fallen so low T

And yet I was once like the beautilul snow

THE SUNNY SIDE

When darkest

)h! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Uing the sky and earth below,

_v«r the house tops, over tho street.

Over the heads of the people you meet.

Danciu?, **

Flirting,

Skimmm?; along;

Beautiful snow! it can do no wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady's ehcek,

uigwg to lips in a frolicsome freak:

Boautiful snow from the Heaven above,

ureas an at . •■]. gentle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

ow the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

hirling about in its maddening fun,

plays In its glee with every one.

Laughing,

Hurrying by:

lights on the face, and it sparkles the eye;

nd even the dogs, with a bark and a bound.

Snap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow!

How wild the crowd goes swaj ing along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledgce, like meteors, flash by,

Bright Tor the moment, theu lost to the eye;

Kinging.

Swinging,

Dashing they go.

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky.

To bo trampled in mud by the crowd passing by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands c

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow— but I Mi

""ell like the snow-flakes from Heaven to Hell;

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street;

ell to be scotted, t» be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die.

lling my sonl to whoever would buy;

:alingin shumo for a morsel of bread;

iting'the living and fearing the dead;

erciful find! have I fallen so low?

And yet I wui once flke tho beautiful snow.

THE BEAUTIFUL SHOW."

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the kj and earth below ;

Over thehonse tops, over the street.

Over the heads of the people you meet.

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along;

Beautiful snow, it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair la 'y's cheek.

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Beantiful snow froce heaven al ore,

Pnreus an angel, geutte aa lore I

Oh ; the snove, the beautiful snow,

How tBe flakes gather and laugh as they go;

Whirline about iu its maddening fun.

It plays in its glee with every oue.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hnrryims by.

It lights on tne face, and it sparkles the eye I

Aud evi n t tie dogs with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals Hint eddy around.

The town is alive and i s heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow 1

How wild ths crowd goes swayiag along,

Hailing each other wilb humor aad song I

How tho gay sledges, like meteors flash by

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye ;

Ringing.

Swinging.

Dashing they go,

Ivor the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snowsopure when it falls from tkesky,

To be trampled iu mud by the crowd rushing by,

To be trampled and track d by the thousands of feet,

'Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street

Once I was pure as the scow but I fell !

Fell like the snow-flakes from heaven to hell ;

Fell to be trampled as fi It h of the street ;

Fell to be scoffed, to bespit on and beat ;

Plsadlng,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Soiling my sonlto whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

nating the living and fearing the dead ;

Merciful God ! base I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beantiful snow.

The

Powers of

BEAIi rm i. SNOW.”

Ohthe snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the hou e tops, over the street.

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing

i lirting

.■•111:110110" along;

Beautiful snow 1 it t :n do no wrong.

Flying to ki«s a fair lady s cheek,

Clinuing to lips in a fr.'lirksome freak

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

Bure as an angel, gentle as 'ove!

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow.

llow the flakes gather and laugh as they go :

Whirling ah >ut in its maddening fun.

It plats mi its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by;

It lights on the face and it sparkles the eye:

And even the dogs, with a lurk and a bound.

Snap at the crystals ihat eddy around ;

The town is alive end its heart in a glow.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow 1

ITow wild'y the crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song 1

How the gay sledg s. like meteors, flash by.

Bright fur 'he moment, then lost to the eye:

Hinging,

Swing'll".

i)a*liing they go,

O- er the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow so pure when it tails from the sky.

To be tramp ed in mud by the crowd rushing by.

To be tranipi, d and tracked by the thousands of*feet.

Till it blends with the tilth in the horrible street.

Once T was as pure as the snow—but I fell!

Fell like the snow-flakes, from Heaven to Hell;

Fell, io be tiamplcd as filth of the street;

Fell to be 8 ’ofTed at, to be spit ou and beat:

Pleading.

cursing.

Dreading to die.

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dea ing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead;

Merciful Ood! have I fallen so low J

And yet 1 was once like the beautiful snow:

—A nun.

The following is from “ The Book of

Tbe Beautiful Snow. '

OL! the sncw, the bean liful snow, ,-,

Filling k7 enrth below;

Orer the house tort over the street, '

Over tho heads of the people you meet, -

Dacio((' ' ' ;

Flirting,' . ;

Slf imming along;

Beautifulsnowl it cau do no wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clingingto lipsin a frolieksome freak,

Eeauliful snow from thft heaven abovo,

Pore as an ar.gol, gentle as lovet

Oh! the snow, the beautiful anow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they gol

Whirling aboot in its maddening fan­

It plays in its glee with everj ono, . ' ' ' ' :

Chasing, .: -

Laughing, '

' Hurrying by;

It lights on tho face, and it sparkles tho eyel

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around,

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To-welcome the coming of beautiful snow! . . f

How wild the crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song! . .

How the gay sledges, like meteors flash by, ,.

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye;

Kinging, ' , : " '- ' '

. Swicging, - .

'. Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow so pure whan it falls from the sky,- ;

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feet, . , ...

Till it blends with thefilth in tho horrible street

Once I was pure as tho Snow but I fell!

Fell lite the snow flakes', from Ileaveti to Lcll;

Fell to be trampled a filth of the street! - . ' ' '

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and boat;

Pleading

Cursing," . - -

, Dreading to tjo, ; ' '

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead; ', v

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beantifnl snow, -

With an eye like its chryt tal, a heart like its glow ;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace,

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face!

.." Father,

Mother, . . , ,'

.. Sisters, all, ' ' '. ..

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall;

The veriest wretch that goesf-liivering.by, '

Will take a widn sweep, lest I wandor too nigh;

For all that is oh or abovo me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this Wcnutifnl snow

Should fall oh & sinner with nowhero to gol

How strange it should be. whea.tb night comes

again. 1 - : ' . ' . '

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain,

Fainting, ,: ,-...-''';

.. Freezing,

Dying, alone, , . . .

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for ft moan, '

To be beard in the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy of the snow coining down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woo",- ". '

With a bed and a shroud of theleautiful snow

Let yonr troubles be

Beautiful Snow.

0o*M anything be more affecting than ths following 1' ,, »v W. QOr Alfred

It* author'* nante is unknown, but It dSsefVSt A Mgh

place in the poetic ranks.

Oh the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling 111* sky nnd earth below

8ver

ver the housetops. over the streetj'

the heads of the people you ntetlt

^^ancing,

1 Flirting,

Skimming along

Beautiful snow it can do no wrong

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek.

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Pure aB an

flD8e1'

Sentle

,OTb

Oh the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather, atid Inugh ns they go

Whirling about in its maddening faa

It plays in its glee wi|h evary MM,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by

It lights on tbe fnce, and it sparkles the eye i

And even the dog*, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around

-The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coining of beautiful snow.

How wild the crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song P-*

How tlie gay sledges, like meteors, flash toy,

Bright for he moment, tkea lost to the eye

Ringing,

Bwinginj?

Dashing they go, V.

Over the crust of tlo- U-autiful snowj

Snow so pure when it falls from the rity,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing

by,

To tc trampled and tracked by the thousands

of feet,

Till it blends withthe filth ia the horrfbk

street.

Once I was as pure as the snow—but I fell

Fell like the snow flakes from Heaven Jo Hell

Fell to be trampled ns filth of the street

Fell to be BO.'fled, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Stilinf my soul to whoever would kajr

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread, %J

Hating the living and fearing the dead

Merciful (Jod have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once I waa fair ns the beautiful snow,

With an eye tike its crystal, a heart like it*

glow

Once I was loved for my innocent grace-—

Flattered and -ought for the charms of my face 1

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all,

God, and myself. I have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by.

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh

For all that is on, or above me, 1 know,

There is nothing that s pure but this beautiful

snow.

Hew strange it should be thai this beautiful

snow,

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go

How strange it should be, when the night

comes again.

If the snow and the i«* struck my desperate

brain.

Fainting,

Freesing,

Dying, alone,

Too wick-1! for prayer, too weak for a moan

To -h a 'L in thi craz3' town,

i

not.

' THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

Oh • tlie snow, the beautiful snow,

I• tiling the sky and earth below,

Over the house tops, over the street,

Over the heads ot the people you meet,

Dancing,

Flitting.

, -a , Skimming along:

Bcautifutsnow! it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek, w

Clinging to lips in a frolicksome f reak,

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

I’ure as an angel, gentle as love I

Oh 1 the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go !

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by:

It lights on the face, and it sparkles the eye I

JKnd even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snkap at the crystals that eddy around,

The .town is a'ivc, and its heirt in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow !

How wild lhe crow! goes swaying along,

bailing eacif other with .humor and song ;

How the gay siedges like meteors fiv by,

Bright for lhe moment, then lost to the eye :

Ringing,

Singing,

Dashing, they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet,

Till it blends ■with the filth in the, horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell I

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from Heaven to hell;

Fell to be trampled as filth in the streets ; <

Fell to be scofled, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soiiLto whoever may buy ;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread ;

Hating the living and fearing the deal.

Mei ciful God ! have I fallen so low ?

And ytt I was once like the beautiful snow.

City Government.

PROCEEDINGS OF THE

UNION.

The Beantllul Snow.

Oh ! the snow, the beautilul mow,

Filling the sky and the earth below ;

Over the housetopsfiaver the etree‘,

Over the heads of the people you meet ;

Dancing.

Flirting.

Skirmiuhinq along-

Beautiiul snow! It can do no wrong!

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek;

clinging to lips in frolicsome freak;

Beautiful snow. from the heaven- above,

Pure as an angel, fickle u love l

Oh I the snow. the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go 1

Whirling about in its maddening fun ,

It pleys in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

I Wk“. _4. . "..: ‘ .-

Hurrying by

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs with n bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy the ground ;

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow.

To welcome the coming of the beautiful now.

How the wild crowd goes sweylng along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the guy sludges, like meteors gas: by,

Bright for a moment, then lost to t e eye;

Ringing,

Swinging.

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of beautiful snow !

Show so pure when it falls from the sky.

To be trampled in the mud by the crowd rushing by;

To be tracked and trampled by thousands of feet,

Till it blends in the filth of the horrible street!

Once I was pure as the snow —but) fell;

Fell like the snow-flakes, from heaven to hell!

Fell, to be trampled as fllth of the street;

Fell, to he ecufied at, spit on, and beutl

Pleading,

. Cursinq),

reading to die :

Selling my soul to whoever would buy;

Dealing iu nhame fora morsel of bread;

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God ! Have I fallen so low?

And yet 1 was once like this beautiful snow I

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, :1 heart. like its glow;

Once I was loved lnr my innocent grace——

Flattercd and sought for the chsruis of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

God and myself. I have lost. by my fulll

The vericst wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a Wide sweep. lest l wander wo nigh;

For all thst is on or about me, I know

There is nothing thut‘s pure but the beautiful snow!

How strange it should be that the beautiful snow

Should full on a stronger with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be when the night comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain ;

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town.’

(lone mud in their joy at the suow's coming down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow 1

SNOW.

Oh ! the snow, the beautifnl snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below ;

Overtbe housetops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along-'

Beautiful snow! It can do no wrong!

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek ;

Clinging to lips in frolicsome freak ;

Beautiful snow from the heavens above,

Pure as an angeL,«md fickle as love !

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go I

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one;

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive, and its hea£ in a glow,

To welcome the coining of the beautiful snow.

IIow the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with honor and song!

How the gay sledges like meteors pass by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye;

Hinging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow !

Snow so pure when it tails from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by;

To be tracked and trampled by the thousands of foot

Till It blends in the filth of the horrible street I

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell ;

Fell, like the suowy flakes from heaven—to hell l

Fell, to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell, to bo scoffed at, to be spit on, and beat !

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread ;

Hating the living, and fearing the dead,

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow !

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered ami sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sister, all,

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall I

The veriest wretch that goes shiyering by

W ill take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh;

For of all that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that's pure but the beautiful snow

How strange it should be that the beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go !

How strange it would be when the night com es airain

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain *

Fainting.

Freezing,

_ Dying alone!

Too wicked for prayer, too week for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the crazy town

Gone mad in their joy at the snow's cominè down •

To lie and to die in my terrible woe, '

With a bed and a shroud 1 of the beautiful snow !

A Heal

i

Over the beads «i the heosfe you meejl.f’' .

Dancing, flying, sWtfi mlhg along, , ' I

Beautifhl snoW, It cab do nothing-trittnrf1 1 ‘

• Flying to kiss the flrir lady’s ifleefe” •. nr

Chirping to lips In a frolicksome week,

Beautiful snow from the heavens Above,'

Pure as an angel, gentle as love.

tSI. •/ LK'-r 1 • If-- T; . " !C,!> f) l

■ ’ ’ • r xi. , ‘?; .r '■ , ■ ;

Oh I the snow, the beantiftd snow­

flow the flashes gather and laugh as they go,

Whirling about in Us rfladdening fun, '

It plays in its glee with every one—

Chasing, laughing, harrying by,

It lights np the face and H sparkles the eye,

And even the dogs witha bark and a bound,

Bnap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive and its heart in aglow

TO welcome the Coming of beautiful snow.

in.

How the wild crowd go swaying along,

Hailing each other With humor and song;

llow the gay cutters like meteors flash by,

i Bright for a moment, then lost to the eve,

swinging, dashing they go

e crust of the beautifnl snow—

Snow bo pure when it falls from the ekv,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands

Of

Till it blends with the filth of the horrible

street. . ■

rv.

Once, I was pure as the snow, but I fell,

Fell like the enow flake from heaven to bell,.

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street,

' Fell to’be scoffed, and spit on, and beat,

Pleading, cursing, dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead,

Merciful God, have I fallen so low,

And yet I was onco like the beautiful snow.

• v.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like Us Crystal, a heart like its

„ J5low?

Once I was loved for my innocent grace.

Flattered and sought for the charm of my

face,—

Father, mother,. sisters all,

God and myself have I lost by my fall,

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep lest I wander too

nigh;

For all that is on, or aboye me, I know

There’s nothing that’s pure as the beautiful

snow.

VI.

How strange it should be that this heantiflil

snow

Should welcome a sinner with nowhere to go.

How strange would1 it be when the night

comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain;

Fainting, freezing, dying alone.

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a mean

To be heard In the crazy town,

Gone mad with the joy of the snow coming

down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

anew.

the Beautiful Snow ,

O ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth bqlow,

Over the housetop, over the etreet,

Over the heads ot the people you meet ;

Dancing, flying, skimming along, i

Beautiful snow, it can do nothing wrong,

Flying to kiss the fair lady’s cheek,

Chirping to lips In a frolicksome freek,

Beautiful snow from the heavens above,

Pure as an augel, gentle as love.

u.

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow—

How the flashes gather and laugh as they go,

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one—

Chasing, laughing, hurrying'by,

It lights np the face and it sparkles the eye,

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive and its heart in a glow

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

IIL

How the wild crowd go swaying aiong,

Hailing each other with humor and song;

How tbe gay cutters liko meteors Hash by,

Bright for a moment then lost to the eye.

Ringing, swinging, dashing they go

Over the crust of tho beautiful snow—

Snow so pure when it falls from the skv,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands

of feet,

Till it blends with the filth of the horrible

street.

IV.

Once, I was pure as thesnow, but I fell,

Fell like tho snow Hake from heaven to hell,

Fell to be trampled as filth of tho street,

Fell to be scoffed, and spit on, and beat,

Pleading, cursing, dreading to die,

Felling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead,

Merciful God, have I fallen so low,

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

v.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its Crystal, a heart like its

glow ;

Once I was loved for my Innocent grace,

Flattered and sought for the charm of my

face,—

Father, mother, sisters all.

God and myself have I lost by my fall,

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep lest I wander too

nigh;

For all that is on, or above me, I know

There’s nothing that’s pure as the beautiful

snow.

vi.

How strange it should bo that this beautiful

snow

Should welcome a sinner with nowhere to go,

How strange would it be when the night

comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain;

Fainting, freezing, dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a mean

To be heard in the crazy town,

Gone mad with the joy of the snow coming

down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow.

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TILE BEAUTIFUL SNOW

Could any thing ho moro affecting than the follows

log t TM suiher's name Is unknown, but he deserves

h gh place in the poetic ranks.

Ohl the snow the beautiful snow,

Flltl g the sky and earth below;

Over the house tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along;

Bountiful snow' it can do 110 wrong,

Plying to kiss u fah lady's cheek,

Clinging to Ilps in ■ frolicsome freak,

ItPalltiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure us an angel, gentle as lover

Oh! thn snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and I ,, ugh as they gel

Whirling About in its maddening fun,

Ito plays in Its glee with every ono,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by ;

It lights on the face, and It sparkles on the eye

And even the dogs, o Ith a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy crouch;

Ti,' town Is alive and its heart In a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow I

flow wild the creed goes swaying along,

InUing onal edit r with huini, and song

the gay ,ludgs like IlleLelaS flush by,

fright for the to iiiieut, then lust to the eye ;

Ringing,

twinging,

Dashirg they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow no pure when it falls from i be sky,

To be trampled In mud by the crowd passing by,

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet,

Till it bloods with the filth in the horrinle street.

Once I a Os pure as the snow—but I fell!

Fell 'lke the snow flakes, from heaven to bell

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell to be s.offed, to be spit on and boat,

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsal of bread,

Met etful God! have I fallen sob w

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

HOW GENERAL HANCOCK BE­

CAME A CADET.

Urn 1.3 following is Chapter IV of the

life of General Hancock, just issued by

Ashwend R Evans, Philadelphia.]

At the time of which we are now writ­

ing, there resided in

Dancing.

wurun. o guierte si2e un lise

SAirmishing alongivig

mnef w

Beautiful snow! it can do no wrong

rlying to kise a fair lady's cheek;

Ite poire

ciinging to lips in frolicsome frerk

Beautiful show from the heavens above, nios

pure as an angel, fickle as lovet a eror

On t the srw the betutitd snowf

How the dakes gather and laugh as they go tol

Whirling about in its maddenieg fun, l

gles

Chas

Langhing.

Herring by, til yher

It lights up the face, and sparkles the eye

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Shap af the crystais that eddy aro und

Mailing

The town is alive, and its heart in a glew,

To walcome the coming of the beautiful anow,

flow the diig efows goes eapiagaraga

ehehother with bamor and seng to wite

How the gay ale dges llke metecra pass by,

Bright for a moment, then lost to

the

eye;

Ringing.

Swinging, ou!ired biinon

dashing the o

over the crast of the beautiful snow t

snow so pure when it falls from the sty.

To be trampled in mnd by the crowd rushiag by

To be track'd and trampled by thousande of feet

Till it blends in the filth of the horsible

Once I was pure as the snow-but I fell

Fell like the snow dlakes from he aven-to hen,

well, to be trampled as atth of the street

vell, to

beat

e e e e eo o

d deading to die ie

seiling my soul to whoever would buy

Dealing in shame for a morsel of pread,

Ha ting the living and fesring the dead; nood

Merciful GodI have I fallen so low? worel

And yet I was once like this bean tifal snow

once I was fair as the beautifut snow,

with an eye like its crystals, a heart like its

glow

Once I was loved for my innocent grace-

Tlattered and sought for the charms of my face.

Father.

nother,

til

the

School Law for Teacher's Certificates. The number

of pupils will be limited in no case exceeding sixty-­

five. It is earnestly requested

sistens an, (a

God and myself, I have tost by my tan hit vin

The verlest wretch that goea shivering by

win take a

wide sweep

lest I brash him to aigh

For all that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that's pure but the beaut irm

snow

How strange it should be that the beauttfal snow

Should fall on a stranger with nowhere to go

How strange it would be when the night comes

Ifthe snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain

e Fainting,ot­

Freesins.

bying alone!

Too vicked for prayer, and too weak for my

mean te e

be heard in the crash of the crasy town,

Gone mad in their joy at the snow's coming

down

To Hle and to dte in muy terribte woe

with a bed and a shroud of the beauttfal snow

THE

o he re-printed twice

% year :J

t)h' the snow, the beautiful sno*,

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the house tops, over the street,.

Over the heads of-the peora you meet,

Daneing, ' _

Furling,'

Skimming along;

Beautiful anus!: it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek, '

Clinging to lips in . & froliesome freak,

Beautiful snow, from tho heavens above,

Pure as an Angel, gentle as level

•

( • -

)h ! the eniiir, the beautiful saw:

' Mow the flaitee gather'afid laugh - ita they go :

Whirling about in its toaddeninelbst,

itplays In ite glee with_every one,

Chasing, . .

° Laughing,.

Wirry log' by,

it lights on the face, and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around ;

The town is slive r -and its heart in a glow,.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

Swinging,

Dashing;they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow : •

Snow an pure when li falls from the sky, :

To be trampled is mad by the crowd passing

(feet , ,

To be trampled and • tracked by thousands of

Till it blends with the illth in the hor#lble

street.

f Once I was pure's* the uow---but I WI!

I Fell, like the anew flakes, from ileal'a to hell

i Fell to he trampled u Althi4f the street ;

Fell to be *noted, to be efift on and beat:

Pleading, •

cureiag t •

Dreading to dbl.

Belling my soul to whoever would buy,

n•allng in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living - aid. fearing the dead—

Morelful God'!" hs're I isAlles '

And yet waionoe is the beautiful saes

An est Stints laPe for comastbe

The time has come when the

THE EEAUTIFEl SNow, tos

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow.

villing the sky and earth befow;iollo esenres

fover the honsetepe and over the strestpnt on

over the heads of the people you meet

soul to wh sever would buy

selling my soul to yhxas so y

Hating the ltving and fesring the dead

Meteul odf have I mallen so low

Aercin Iwas once iike this beautiful snowl

Once I was falr as the beautiful snow,

Once I was falr as the beautiful eneritke its

once I was loved for my innocent grace

Once I was lored for my innooent srasuay

the.

i ther,

herters all,

dod and mysele starwalat iy

my

en

God and raysclt. Thave lost by m fri

win take wide swrep t I brush him toe

Fo al that it on or at out me, I know

For al

Is

How strange it should be that the beautitul snol

slomid hil on a stranger with nowhere to go

should al on a cald sorwhen the night comea

How strange h youl io sthen

SERIES.

Select }3oetrii.

"Tlis Beautiful Snow."

ffonld anything be more off cting than the fol­

'owii g 1 Its author's name is unknown, but he de­

serves a high place in the poetic ranks:]

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful srt'ow,

Filling toe ky and earth below j

O.vr the hcuse tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet.

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along;

Feau'iinl rmv ! it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a lair lady's cheek,

dinging to lips in a fiolic-ome freak,

Beautiful snow f.ora the Heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as love!

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Haw the flake* jraiher and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in iN nsadJ niag fun,

It pUys in it* glee with eveiy one,

Ch-sing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by;

J" lights on the f ce, and it sparkles the eve;

An I even the dags, with a hark ami a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around ;

The town is alive, and its he rt in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow I

Ilow wild the crowd goes swaying along,

Hai'ing each other with humor and song!

How :be gay ile.locs, like meteors flash by, -

Bright to- the moment then lost to the eye ,

R.nging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Ovr the eruO of the beautiful enow ;

Si ow o pure when i' falls .1001 the sky,

l'> be tramp'ed in rnud by the ciuwd passing by.

i <> be ti ampfed and Hacked r>y Uie thousands o: t e'

a ill it blends wttll the filth in the horiihlo street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell <

Fell like the snow flakes, from H-aven to Hell j

Fell to be tra'np'ed as fifth of the street;

Fell ;o be scoffed, to be spit on and fa-at;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a inoie| of bt-rad,

! Hating the living ant! _ea:in< the J-a ) ;

Mcrcilul God • have J fa'len so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

A MASONIC ROMANCE,

Or the Masonic Talisman.

BY AN OFKICEU OK THE V

R.

Che Eastalian Fount

THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancins,e

Flirtinge e

Skimming along;

Bcautiful snow! It can do no wrong,

Elying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak;

Beautiful snow from the Heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as love!

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its gleo with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by

It lighrs on the face and sparkles the eve!

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow!

How wild the crowd goes, swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song i

How the gay sledges, like meteors ftash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be traipled in mud by the crowd rushing by;

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow--but I fell!

Fell like the snow-flakes, from Heaven to hell;

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

.

THE MINSTREL

THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

Oh I the snow, the beautiful snow.

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the housetops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing.

Flirting,

Skimming along;

Beautiful snow! It can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair ladv's cheek.

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Beautiful snow from the Heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as lore 1

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go I

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by;

It lights on the face and sparkles the eye!

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around:

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow!

How wild the crowd goes swaying along.

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye;

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go.

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by,

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell!

Fell like the snow flakes, from Heaven to hell;

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell to be seotfed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

• elimg my soul to whoever would buy,

lealing ill shame for a morsel of bread,

dating the living and fsariug the dead;

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Letter from Secretary Stanton—His Ac­

count of the Assault on Fort Fisher—

the Strength of the Rebels—A List of

the

WAS PURE

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow.

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the hmisf-tops. ov**r the afreet.

Over the heads of iba people you meet.

Dancing.

Flirting,

Skipping along.

Pfunt'ful *nnw I h can do nothing wrong.

Fiyfng to kiaa a fair lady’a ch*rk.

Clinging to lips in a frolioksome freak.

Beautiful miuw from the beaten above,

Fare as an angel, gentle as love !

,' ' i

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow.

How the flakes'gather and laugh as they

r,!

Whirling about in its maddening fut>,

It plays in its gice with every oue,

Chasing.

Laughing,

Hurrying by.

It lights up tha face and it sparkles thi­

eve !

And even the d gs. with a bark and a

hound.

Snap at the crystals (hat eddy around;

Thu tuwo is alive, and its heart iu a glow.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow!

’•awe i\€. • ...

Ho* (A* wild crowd goes swaying along

Ilailiigv'ich oth*r with humor and s<-ug!

How the gay sledges like mrtenr Uadi *>y-

Bright fur the moment,-thou loat to the

a tje;

Ringing,

twingieg.

Dashing they go.

Over the oreat of the beautiful .-now:

8m? so pare when it halls from the sky.

To be trampled in the mud by the orowd

rushing by.

To be trampled and tracked by the thou­

sands of feet,

TUI it blende with the filth in the horrible

street.

Once 1 was pure at the snow—but I fell!

Fell like the snow flakes, from heaven to

bell!

Foil to be trampled as filth in the street:

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit ud and beat I

i F leading.

Cursing

, - Dreading to die,

Felling my cool to whoever’ would buy.

Dealing It shame for a morsel of bread.

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God ! have I fallen so low ?

And yet I was onto like the beautiful snow.

< - . 0

f 4

. Oace f was fair as the beautiful mow.

With at tye like iu crystal, a heart like

• ito gtow.

Oaaa 1 was h>vod fc>r my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charge of my

*. foce.

Father,*

Mother.

Sisters, all.

Ootl, and myself I have lost by my foil:

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

DEVOTED TO LITERATURE. SEWS AGR.t*TU J^^NErAuINTELUGENCE

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t Hotjstraugo It .hoald be tb* this heuut^

( . %Mmom r’ . lj2rT2s,^'li

r. Should foil on a sinner with sowheratego!

j How strange it should be when the night

I cornea Main, ‘ * Ai

| Iflhe pf *ott(*t VW*

I g Fref-ling. 1

Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for moan J

i To lie beard in the orasy town,

tGoue mad iu the joy of the snow coining!

down,

I To Hr* and to die in my terrible woe,

! With a bid and a shroud of the beautiful

snow.

in the Tomtit) ranks 3]

Oh 1 the snow, tbr beautiful euow,

7/11kM the sky' sad earth below ;

Over the house tops,. over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

. • Dancing,

Itfilinoging along; '

Deattliful snow ? it Can do no wrong,

Plyin; to kiss a ?Melody's cdeek, .

Clinging to lips in a Arolicunne freak,...

'Henan] snow trout The Heil:nen "kbore,

Pon as an angel, gentle as love!

Oh ! the mow, the beautiful anew,

Hew, the fi .I:es gather and laugh its they go!

Whirling about In its maddening fun,

-. lt ; 00610 Its glee with evely one,

Chasing, 'e

Laughing„

Hurrying by ;

. - 4tlUhte.ott_tbe fare? and it - entirkier the eye;

And et an the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Ban atthe crystals that eddy around ;

The townle alive, and its heart in a glow,

Makereleente the coming of heautlful snow!

Inteir l 'iie Wild crowd gees swayilig along,

Hailing twit other with humor RIO song!

How the gay illeftg.es. liket meteors flesh hy,

Bright fur the inewient they lost to the eye;

• Flingleg, • .

Dishing they ge:

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

nue* se pure when It falls. from the Ay;

T/-be trampled In mud by tho crowd passing

by,

To be trampled middricked by the thotutands

of feet,

Till it , biendi with the tilth In the horrible

street..

Ones 1 was pore as the snow—but I Leg!

,Fell like the- Snow anises, from Heaven to

Doll ;

' Pelt to ho trampled as filth of the street.

•• Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat ;

Pleading. ,

- ' Cursing, -- - .

' Dreading to die,•

Selling my soul to whoever woad 1, 0;

Dealing In abdulefor w mental of breed,

Dating the liv nq pad fearing the dead;

Merciful God! hove I fallen se low ,

!Lod yet I ;vat oneo !Not& beautiful snow

A THEORY WORKED OUT.

My refusal of Asher Alleyne was the le

Poetical.

THE SNOW.

[We find the following, says the Louisville

\ Journal, floating about thesea of newspaperdom,

j and though its mournful cadences fall upon the

, car like the strains of well-remembered music,

| we cannot recall the anther’s name.]

ONCE I WAS PURE.

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below ;

Over the house-tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the p ople you meet,

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skipping along,

Beautiful snow ! it can do nothing wrong,

. Flying lo kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicksome freak,

Beautiful snow from the heaven above,

Pure us an angel, gentle as love I

Oh 1 the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go I

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye I

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around ;

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow 1

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song !

How the gay sledges like meteors flash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye :

Binging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crest of the beautiful snow ;

Snow so pure when it fulls from the sky,

To be trampled in the mud by the crowd rush­

ing by,

To be trampled and-tracked by the thousands

of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street, i

| Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell 1

Fell like the snow flakes, from heaven to hell ;

Fell to bo trampled ns filth of the street; • \

Fell to be scoffed, to he spit on and beat; j

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling ray soul to whoever would buy,

! Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

1 Hating the living and fearing the dead ;

Merciful God 1 have I fallen so low 7

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow. |

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystal, a heart like its glow; j

Once I was loved for my innocent grace— !

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face. '

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all,

God, and myself, I have lost by ray fall ;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh. |

How strange it should be that this beautiful1

[■ snow

Should full on a sinner with nowhere to go 1 |

1 How strange it should be when the night '\

comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain,

Fainting,

Freezing,

1 Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for moan

To be heard in the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow.

Miscellaneous. j

The Titos Oa

the snow, the beautiful snow,

ling the sky and earth below ;

ar the housa tops, over'tbe street,

r the heads of th&people you meet,

Dancing,

Skipping along.

!au till] I snow! it can do nothinz wrong,

lying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

inging to lips in a frolicsome freak ;

lautiful snow from the heavenobove,

re as an angel, gentle as lotra:

! the snow, the beautiful snow,

w the flakes gather and laugh . as they

go:

irling abont in ite.Tditening fan,

playa in ita glee with - every oni,

Uhasim,

Laughing,

lights up the face and it sparkles the

eye ;

d even the dogs with a bark and a

bound,

ap at the crystals that eddy around ;

i'he town is alive, and its heart in a glow

To welcome the coming of qinautiful

snow ? • -

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humorand song ; .

How the gay sledges like meteors flash

Bright for the'moment, then lost to the

eye.

Pinging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crest of the beautiful snow ;

Snow so pure when it falls from the shy,

To be trampled in the mud by the crowd

rushing by,

To be trampled and tracked by the

thousands of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the hor­

rible street.

ADVICE TO Worm Max

Oh ! the snow, tho beautiful snow,

Filling tho sky and the earth below ;

Over the house tops, ever the streets,

Over the heads of tho people you meet ;

Dancing,'

Flirting;

? Skimming along ;

Beautiful snow ! it caa do nothing wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's check ;

Clinging to bps in a frolicksome freak ;

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

Puro as an angel,* and rickie as love ! -

Oh ! the anow^the beautiful snow !

How the flukes gather and laugh as they go !

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its gloe with ovory one.

' Chasing, '

Laughing,

flurrying by, .

It lights up tho face, and it -"parklea tho eye ;

And even tho dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap ai tho crystals that eddy arouod ; .

The town is a' ive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome tho coming of beautiful au'ow.

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailingeach other with humor and song !

How tbe gay sledges, li kejaoteors flash by,

Bright for a moment, thea lost to the eye ;

"Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crust of tho beautiful snow- .

Snow so pure when it falls from the tky,

To be trampled iu mud-by tho crowd rushing by ;

To bc trampled ? and tracked by tho thousand!! of J

feet, -

Till it blcmls with the filth in tho horrible atroet

Once I was pure r.s tho snow-but I foll;

Fell, like the snow Cakes, from, hejtvon-to hell ;

Fell, to be trampled* as tilth of the street ;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on", and beat.

Pleading,­

Cur.-ing,

' Dreading to die,

Selling my s*-ul to whoever would buy;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bund,

Hating the living, aud feating tue dead. -*

Merciful God! have I fallen so low?

. And yet I was onco like this beautiful snow !

Once I was fair m thc beautiful snow,

With un eve l.ke its crystals, a heart like its glow -

Ouse I w:is loved fat my innooent grace­

Flattered aud sought.for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sister, all,

Cud, and myself I have lost by my Inll,

Thc veriest wretch that goes.shivering by,

Will uko a wide sweep lest 1 wander too nigh ;

For ci* all that is ou or about in", I know

Thore is nothing that's pure but thc beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

f-'houid fall on a siniier with nowhero to goi .

How strang; it would be, when uight cuines again,

If tho SUU.T aud th-i" ice struck my de^-eraU­

brain !

Painting,

l-'-eft-ing,

Dying alone !

Too wicked for rrjyer, too weak f r my ir.oau

To be beard ia thc- crash ol' the crazy town,

Gone mad in their joy ?t thc" snow's cumiag

d?wu ;

Tr* lio dunn and die in my terribie. vvpe,

With a. bod and a shroud of th? beautiful snow !

Koutancc in the Real

.

Oh ! the snow, tho beautiful ?now,

FilHng tho sky and the earth below ;

Over the house tops, ever tho streets,

Over the heads of tho peoplo you meet ;

Dancing,

Flirting ;

- Skimming along ;

Beautiful snow ; it can do nothing wrong,

Flying to kiss ff fair lady's cheek ;

Clinging to lips in a frolickaome freak ;

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

Pure as an angel,* and tickle as love ! -

Oh ! the snow^the beautiful snow !

How the flukeB gather and laugh as they go

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its gloe with cvory one.

. Chasing, :

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up tho face, and it sparkles tho eye

And even tho dog?, with .. lark and a bound

Snap at the crystals that eddy arouad ; .

.4. The town is a' ive, and its heart iu ? glow,

To welcome tho coming of beautiful snow.

How tho wild crowd goes swaying s.lorig,

nailing each other with Irunor and song !

How the gay fledges, li ko meteors flash by,

Bright for a moment, thea lost to the eye :

"Kinging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over tho crust of tho beautiful snow- .

Savrr so pure when it falls from the sky,

Tobe tripled in mud-by tho crowd rushing

To bc trampled and tracked by tho thousam

feet,

Till it blends with the filth in tho horrible 6ti

Once I was pure as tho snow-but I foll:

Fell, H.. the snow Cakes, from bcavon-to h

Fell, to be trampled es tilth of the street ;

Fell, to be secfl'ed, to be spit on", and beat.

Pleading. .

Cur.-ing,

? Dreading to die,

Selling my s>ul to whoever would buy;

Dealing in shume for a morsel of bread,

Huting the living, aud fearing the dead. -

Merciful God ! have I fallen so low ?

. And yet I was onco like this beautiful scow !

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With un eye l.ke its crystals, a he art Uko its gie

Ouse I was loved fat my innocent graee­

Flattered aud sought.for the charm of my face

Father,

Mother,

Sister, all,

Cud, and myself I have lust by my fall.

Thc veriest wretch that goes-shivering by,

AV*iii ulxc a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh |

For cf all that 1.? ou or about m", I know

There i? nothing that's pure butthe beautiful snc

. How strange it should be that thu beautiful sa

Phouid fall on a tiller with nowhere to gol .

How strang' it would he, when night e ;mes aga

If tho snow and tho" ko stiutk ruy defier:

brain .'

Fainting,

?iee?iDg,

Dyiug alone !

Too wicked for froyer, tuo weak f r my mouu

To Le bear'', 'u thc ?~ia;b of thu crazy town,

Cono-tuad in their-Joy ?t the snow's corni:

d?wu ;

To lio dona and o ic in my terrille w.pc.,

YV?k i bod and u shroud of tb? beautiful snow!

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Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below,

Over the housetops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing,

Fiirting,

Skimming along.

Beantiful gnow, it can do nothing wrong;

Elying to kiss a fair lady's cheok,

Chnging to lips in a frolicsome freak

Beautiful snow, from heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as love.

Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow,

low the flakes gather and laugh, as they go;

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face and sparkles the eye,

And even the dogs with a lurk and a bound,"

nap at the crystals that eddy around:

The town is active, and its heart in a glow,

To the welcoming in of the beautiful snow.

low the wild crowd goes swaying along.

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges like meteors, flash by,

Bright for a moment, thon lost to the eye!

Ringing.

Swinging,

rashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiriilsnow:

snow so pure when it falls, from the sky,

To be trampled in mud bythe crowd rushing by

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of

ut

Till it blends with the filth of the horrible

Street.

Once I was pure as the snow-but I fell

Il like the sno llakes from heaven to hell;

Fell to be trampled as filth in the street;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Se'ling my soul to whoever would buy,

bealing in shame for a morsel of oread.

Hating the living, and fearing the dead;

Merciful God, have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautifu! snow,

With en eye like its crystal, a heart

a

like its

Once I was loved for my innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face

Father,

Mother,

Sister, all.

God, and myself, I have l st by my fall;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh;

For all that is on, or above me, I know.

There is notlling so pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that the beautitul

ShloW.

should fall on the sinner, with no where to go'

How strange it shonid be, when night comes

agalit,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain:

Fainting,

Froczing,

Lying alone.

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan

To be heard beyond in the crazy town.

tione mad in the joy of the snow coming down,

To lie and to dio in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

SHOW.

saada of ftet.

Till it LJuud* ml h the fl.th tn the horrible itreeU.

Onoi I wu pare a? the enow?bot I fel!?

*?>11 I It - theenow flake* from heaven to hell;

F'-il to t-e trampled aa fi'.th of the atreeta ;

Fell to be seoffed, to be * pit on and beat;

Pleading,

Coral ng,

I/reading to die.

Helling my a>ul to who ever -would bay,

Ij a'lng in shatne for a moras* of bread.

11 ?tlng Ltim living and fearing the duad ;

Mtrcifal God, htve I ft hen so iow ?

And yet I wu once like the bcauSJtal snow.

Once I waa fair m the beantifal mow,

\\ ith an eye lsk?r it-t crystal, a heart like ite glow;

Or.r- I AM loved for my innocent grace?

Flattered and ionght for the cbarme of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sister, all,

Ood, and myself, I hive lost by my fall;

The veriest wretch that goea shivering by,

Will wmIa aa*M?p, lu?t 1 wander too nigh ;

For all that 19 on oraoovo me I know,

'1 here is nothii/geo pure aa the beantifal enow.

How xtr ir-g? K should be that the beautifal enow,

Btioald Nil n tb?i afnn^r with nowhere to go !

How strmge it ahoald be, wliba night comes again,

I f the arj'ju. and the ice struck tny desperate brain.

Fainting,

Freer iflg,

Dying alone,

T-?? wicked for prayer, too weak Tor a moan

To be t;f ard, bwyt>bd In the craxy town,

II ii?- i^ad in the joy of the snow coming down,

J , ii* and to die in tny terrible woe,

With a bed and a ahroud ot the beautifal mow.

Jortrji.

THli SNOW.

i We find the following, Kav.i the Louisville Journal,

! floating ahout thf .seaot' ueivtqmi>crtlun), and though

! itsi uuuirut'ul cadences foil npou the ear like the

■ mrains of wall remembered music, we cannot recall

I the author's name.

Onci* I wim J'ui'tß

I Oh ! the now, the beautiful snow,

I Filling the sky and eat th below;

[ Over the house-top*. over the street,

, Over the heads of the people you meet,

i Lancing,

Flirting,

Skipping along,

| Beautiful snow ! it can do nothing wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

i Clinging to lips in a trolicksotue fieak,

! Beautiful snow from the heaven abuse,

j l'ure as uii angel, gentle as love!

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow.

How the llukch gather ami laugh ui they go !

Whirling about iu its maddening fun,

It plays iu its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye !

And even the dogs, wit Si a bark ami a bound,

Snap ai the crystals that eddy around :

Tue town is alive, and its heart in a glow.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow !

How the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and soi.g !

How tiie gay Hedges lik* meteors llash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost t* the eve;

Hinging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go,

Over the crest of the beautiful snow :

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled iu the mud by the crow d rushing by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousand* of Net,

Till it blends with the filth iu the horrible street.

Onec I was pure as the snow—hut I fe 1 !

Foil like the snow Makes, f.wi i heaven to hell :

Fell to he tramplwd as filth of the street;

Fell to be leollcd. to be spit on and heal;

Heading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for morsel of bread.

Hating the living and tearing the dead :

Merciful (bid ! hive 1 fallen so low ?

Ami yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once 1 was fair as the beautiful KIIOVV,

With an eye foe its crystal, a heart like it* glow,

Once I was loved for wf innocent gran—

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all

Cod. mid myself, have lost by my full:

The veriest wretHi that goes .'hireling hv,

Will take a wide sweep. Ic.-i I wander too nigh.

iloiv strange it should be tnftt tins Le-iiitiful snow

Should fail on a dinner with nowhere to go !

How strange it should he w lieu the uiglit comes again

if the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain,

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, to weak tor inoun

To be heard in the crazy town,

(•one mad iu the joy ol the snow coming down,

To lie and to die in my terrible woe.

With a bed aud a shroud of the beautiful snow.

gU js cf 11 an c ous. !

A J) V K X T U It K S

OK A

BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

Ohl the snow, the beautiful snow.

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the housetops, over the street.

Over the heads of the people you met.

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along;

Besutiful anow ! it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiva a fair lady’s cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak.

Beautiful snow from the heaven above.

Pure as an angel, gentle as love!

Oh t the srow, the beautiful snow,

How the dikes gather and laugh as they go

Whirling about in the maddening fun,

it plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by I

It lights on the face and it sparkles the eye.'

And the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Soap at the orystals that eddy around;

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow '

How wild the crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges, like meteors, fl ish by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye;

Kinging,

Swinging,

Dashing they go.

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow so pure when it falls fri m the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands 01 feet,

Till it blends with the fith in the horrible street.

Onoe I was pure as the snow—but I fell!

Fell like the anew fl thee from heaven to hell *,

Fell to be trampled as filth oi the street;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die;

Selling my soul to whoever would buy;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread;

Hating the living and fearing the dead;

Merciful God, have I fallen so low I

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Oneel was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystal, a heart l ke its glow ;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face !

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

God and myself, I have lost by my fall;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will make a wide aweep, lest I wander too nigh ;

For all that is on or above me, I know

There is nothing that’s pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere tn go!

How strange it should be, when the night comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain;

Fainting,

Freezing,

Lying alone.

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan

To be heard in the atreeta of the crazy town;

Gone mad in the j y of the snow coming down,

To be, and so die in my terrible woe