COEEESPONDENCE. 'Subscriber,' Kadina.—

The last three verses of 'Beautiful

Snow,' repohlished in The Register last

year, are: — 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; Father— mother— sisters— all-

God and myself, I hare lost by my fall;

The veriest wretch that goes Bhiveriiig

by Will make a wide sweep lest I wander

too nigh, For all tbat is on or about

me, I know, There ia nothing that's pure

as the beautiful EhOV. | How strange it

should be that this beautiful snow ; : ;

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go! How stniose it should be, when the

night comes again, ? , II the snow and

the ice struck my desperate brain. If

fainting, freezing*, dying- *1^tw»i Poo

wicked for -prayer, too -wealc for a

mcen, To be beard in the streets oi the

crazy town (Gone mad in the joy oi the

snow coming down), I should lie down and

die in my terriHe . woe, With a bed and

a. shroad of the beautiful snow.

Helpless and fool as the trampled snow,

Sinner despair noil! Ghrist stoopcth

low, To rescue the soul that is lost in

sin, To raise it to life aad enjoyment

again, Groanins— bleeding— dynii; for

thee, The Crucified linns on the cursed

tree! His accents of pity fill soft on

thine ear; ? ? 'h there mercy for me?

Will He heed my weak prayer? Oh, God! in

the stream, that for sinners did flow,

Vni&x me, andJUihalLbe wJute.tiian sm