of them

When a man la In trouble people give

him se much agvloelt s a wonder ha ever

got en without lt Mew York Frags

OLD FAVORITES RECALLED

Beautiful Snow

Oh the snow the beautiful snow

Filling the ky and the eurth below

Over the housetops over the street

Over the heads or the puople you meet

Dancing Flirting Bkinnnlng along

Beautiful snow It can do nothing wrong

Flying to kiss a fair lady s cheek

Clinging to Hps In a frolicsome l reak

Beautiful snow from tho heavens above

Pure uk ail ungel and fickle aa love

Oh the snow the beautiful snow

llow the flakes g ither and laugh as they

go

Whirling about In Its maddening fun

It playa In Its glee with every one

Chasing Laughing 1 lurrying by

It lights up the face and it sparkles the

eye

And even tho dogs with a bark and a

bound

Snap at tho crystals that eddy around

The town is alive arid ltu heart In a glow

To welcome tho coming of beautiful

snow

How the wild crowd goes swaying nlong

Hailing each other with humor and song

llow the guy sledges llku 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 su pure when It fulls from the sky

To be trnmplei In mud by the crowd

rushing by

To be trampled and tracked by the thous

anris of feet

Till It blends with tha horrible filth of

the street

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell

Fell like the sriow flakes from heaven—

to hell

Fell to be tramped as the filth of the

street

Fell to bo sooffed to be spit on and

beat Pleading Cursing Dreading to die

Selling my soul to whoever would buy

Dealing In ehnine for a morsel of bread

Hating the living nnd fearing the dead

Merciful Ood have I fallen so low

And yet 1 was once llku tlie beautiful

snow

Once 1 wns fair ns 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

Ood 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 Ib on or about ma I know

There Is nothing thut s pure but the

beautiful snow

How strange It should be that this beau-

tiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go I

How strange it would be when the night

comes again

If the snow and the ice struck my des

perato brain Fainting Fl eeilng

„ Dying alone

loo wicked for prayer too weak for my

moan

To be heard In the crash of the crazy

town

Oone mad In Its Joy at the snow s coming

down

To lie and to die In my terrible woe

With a bed and a sljuud of beautiful

snow

Helpless and frail as the trampled on

snow

Sinner despair not—Ohrlst stoopeth low

To rescue the soul that Is lost in its sin

And raise it to life nnd enjoyment again

Groaning Bleeding

„ Dying for thee

The crucified hung on the accursed tree

His accents of mercy fall soft on mv ear

Is there mercy for me will he heed my

weak prayer

0 God in tho stream that for sinners

doth flow

Wash me und I shall be whiter than

snow