a beautiful picture; and it ia felt that

. the subjoined poem isjnot

inappropriate to the occasion.] Oh ! the

snow, the beautiful snow, Filling the

sky and earth below, Over tbe housetops,

over tbe street, Over the hends of the

neonle TOIl ' itinnfc I Dancing,

Whirling, Skimming Along. Beautiful snow

! it can do no wrong ? Flying to kiss a

fair lady's cheek; ' Clinging to lips in

frolicsome freak ; Beautiful snow from

Heaven above, Pure as an Angel, gentle

as LoVe I Oh 1 the snow, the beautiful

snow, How the flakes gather and laugh as

they go, Whirling about in maddening fun

^ Chdsing-^Laughibg — blurry ing by, It

lights on the face, Aadi it sparkles the

eye ; And the dogs, with a Wk and a

bound, Snap at the crystals as tbey eddy

around ; The town is alive, and its

heart's in a glow, ' To welcome the

coming of beautiful show 1 How wild the

crowd goes swaying along, Hailing each

other, with huirior :aod sOng:; ! How

the gay sleighs like meteorB flash-by)

Bright for the moment, then lost to' the

eye. Ringings-Swinging— Dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beatitifiil snbw ;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky.

To be trampled and tracked by thousands

of feet, Till it blends with the filth

in the horrible streets Once I was pure

as the snow, but I fell ? Fell, like the

saow-fldkes, from Heaven to Hell I Fell,

to be trampled, as filth on the street,

Fell, to he scoffed, to be spit on and

beat ; Pleading— Cursing— Dreading to

die, Selling toy soul to whoever would,

buy j ,. 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

orystal, a heart like its - glowf; Once

I was loved, for my innocent grace ?

Flattered and sought, for the charms of

my face ! . . Fathers— Mother— Sfsters —

all,' God iand myself I have lost by my

fall ; The veriest wretch that goes

shivering by Will make a wide sweep lest

I wander too . nigh; For all that is on

or above me,; I know, There is nothing

so pure as the beautiful snow. How

strange it should, be that this

beautiful ?.snow Should fall oh'a

sinner, with nowhere to go ; How strange

it Bhould be, when the night i comes

again, If the snovy and the ice struck

my desperate brain. . Fainting —

-Freezing— Dying alone, Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for a moan, To be heard

in tbe streets of the crazy town, Gone

mad in the joy of snow coming down : To

be and to die in my terrible woe,With a

bed and a shroud of the beautiful ?snow.

- ,. , f .? Helpless and foul as tbe

trampled snow, Sinner, di^spair not;

Qhrist stoopeth low To rescue the soul

th^tis lost in sin, And raiie it to life

and enj oy ment a'g^iu. ' Groaning—

Bleeding— Dying for thee, The Or

qc,ified . h ung. on the. Cursed Tred ;

H is accents of mercy fell soft on thine

«ar. ' Is there per oy for me ? Will He

heed my weak prayer ?' Oh, God ! in the

stream that for sinners did' flow, ' ' '

WaBh me, and I shnll be whiter than

snow,