BEAUTIFGT. SNOW." [From "Sydney MHU."]

Oh, the cycles. the circling cycles.

Whirling so swiftly over the ground.

Threading their way thronet» crowded

streeU, Shooting by with a whh-r-r-lng

Bound ; Dancing, flirting, skimming

along. Channing cycles, can they do

wrong? Passing one with a noiseless

attire, Swaying near, though the road be

wide, Forth from a comer snddedly

springing, Their startling bell

vi'lently ringiog. The latest amusement

nnder the sanHow their riders laugh as

they go Whirling about in maddening fun,

Cussing, racing, hurrying by, They

brighten the face, and light up the eye,

And the dogs with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the cycles as they eddy round ;

The city's alive, and longing to show

How swiftly on cycles it can go. How

widely the riders go swaying along.

Hailing each other with nuinonr and song

! How the light óyeles like meteors nish

by ! Bright for a moment, then lost to

the eye. Hinging, swinging, dashing they

go. Their tires appearing whiter than

snow. The newest pss