THE LADIES' COLUMN. Clrcling Cycles *IN

IMITATION OF "' BEAUTIFUL SNOW." BY A

YOUNG GIRL. Oh the cycles, the circling

cycles. Whirling so swiftly over the

ground. Threading their way through

crowded streets, Shooting by with a

whirr-r-ing sound. Dancing, flirting,

skimming along. Charming cycles, can

they do wrong? Passing one with a

noiseless stride, Swaying near, though

the road be wide. Forth from a corner

suddenly springing, Their startling bell

vi'lently ringing. The latest amusement

under the sunHow their riders laugh as

they go Whirling about in maddening fun,

Chasing, racing, hurrying by. They

brighten the face and light up the eye.

And the dogs, with a bark and abound,

Snap at the cycles as they eddy around.

The city's" alive and longing to show

How swiftly on cycles it can go. How

wildly the riders go swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song !

How the light cycles like meteors flash

by! Bright for a moment. Xhen-lost to

the eye. -Ringing, swinging, dashing.

they go. Their tyres appearing whiter

than snow. The newest pastime under the

sun. How long will It last? IHow soon be

done? --Eva Everslelgh.