that " Once

I was pure as the snow, but I fell— Fell

like the enowfiakes 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, 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 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, sister and

all, God and myself, I have loBt by my

fall; The veriest wretch that goes

shivering by Will make a wide swoop,

lest I wander too nigh." | We would

remind the ratepayers of the j Boss's

Creek, Maiyvale, and Invermay Wards of

the