BEAUTIFUL SNOW. Snow

here in Australia is an exquisitive

iight, I suppose on accouqt of its

presence -nly once in many years, and

recently the iight was such a novel, and

beautiful one, I couia not reirain irotn

going imo verse. Oh ! tbe snow, the

beautiful snow, filling the sky and the

earth below, Over the housetop?, over

the stieet, over the heads of the people

you meet. Dancing, flitting, skimming

along, beautiful snow, it can do nothing

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, gentle as love.

Oh, tbe snow, the beautiful snow, how

the flakes gather and laugh as they go.

Whiiling about in tbeir maddening fun —

it plays in its glee with every one ;?

Chasing, laughing, hurrying by, it

lights on Iheir face and sparkles the

eye, And the children with a bound, play

with the crystals that eddy around ;

One's heart is alive, too, and aglow to

welcome the coining of the beautiful

snow. How blithely the crowd goes along,

hailing each other with humour and song

; . How the gay snowflakes pass by,

bright for tbe moment, then lost to the

eye ; Ringing, swinging, dashing they

go, over the ? hilltop down to the

valleys below ; Snow so pure when it

falls from tbe sky, as to make one

regret to see it lie To be trampled and

tracked by thousands of feet, till it

blends with filth in tbe horrible

street. How strange it seems this

beautiful snow should fall so

beautifully on a desert, with nowhere to

go ; How strange it should seem, when

night comes again, if the snow