THE LADIES' COLUMN. Circling 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 thropgh

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

euddenly springing. Their startlin:g

bcll vi'lently riiginng. Tihe 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 a

bound. Snap at the cycles as they eddy

around. Thie 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 l

How the light cycles like meteors flash

by ! Bright for a moment. then lost to

the eye. Risging, swinging, dashing,

they go, Their tyres appearing whiter

than snow. Thie newest pastime under the

sun, Hovw. long will it last? How soon

be done ? -Eva Eversleigh.