BEAUTIFUL SNOTfl Bi Majob SraouBHM. S»h

! the snow, the beautiful ssoir I

Filling the ekj- and earth below ; Over

the housetops, over the street, Over the

heads of Ike people you mart. Dancing,

fluting, skimming along— Beautiful snow

- it can do nothing wrong. firing to kin

ia fair lady's cihesk— Clinging to lips

in a frolicsome freak; Beautiful «now,

from the heavens aboY*» Pan as an angel,

gentle as 1ot«. Oh ! the snow, the

beautiful snow! B ow the nakw gather and

laugh as they go Whirling about in their

maddening too ; It plays in its glee

with every ons. Chasing, laughing,

hurrying by, It lights on the face and

sparkles the era ,' And the dogs, with a

bark and a bound. Snap at the crystals

that eday around. The town ie alive, and

it'6 heart's in a glow. To welcome the

coming of the beantilol snow. How wildlj

the crowd goes swaying along, Hniling

each other with humour and song I How

the gay sledges like meteors flash by.

Bright Cor a moment, then lost to the

eye — Ringing, swinging, dashing they

go, Over the crust of the beautiful

snow; Snow, so pica when it falls from

the skr, As to mat* one regret to see it

lie, To be trampled and tracked by the

thouiandi olfeet TU1 it blend* with the

SIth of the street. Ones I was pete us

the snow, but I fell — Fell, like

the^how Sakes, hem heaven to hell Fell,

to be trampled as filth in the street—

Fell, to be scoffed, to be Gpit 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 I Merciful God ! have I fallen

so low? And yet I was once like tbe

beautif ul snow 1 Once I was fair as the

beautiful snow. With an eye like its

crystal, a heart like it) glow; Onoe I

was loved for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charms of

m) face. Father, mother, sister, and

all, God, aud myself, I have lost bv my

fall. Tbe veriest wretch that goes

shivering by Will make a wide swoop,

Ic6t I wander toe How stnk^tteliould be-

that this beautifu ~ «to»- '??'??'.' ?

??;???'? Should ie,U on t. sinner with,

nowhere to go ; How strange it should

be, when night comet again. If the enow

and the ic« struck my desperau brain 2

Fainting, freezing, dying alone. Too

wicked lor prayer, too weak for a t»oan

To be heard in the street of the crtLiy

totni. Gone mad ia the joy of the mow

eomiaf down; To be w&lvjiie in tay

terrible woe, With a bed and a shroud of

the beautifu enow. * Helplesi and foul

as the imjnpled snow — Sinner, despair

cot \ Christ stoopeth low To rescue the

sonl that is lost in its sin, And raise

it to life and enjoyment again.

Groaning, bleeding, dying for thee. The

Crucified hung oa the accursed tree ;

His accents of mercy fall sott on thine

ear— U there merer lac me ? Will lie

hear id; prayer? Oh, God! In the stream

that fat sinnen did flow, Wash me, and I

shall be whiter than mow