BEAUTIFUL SNOW. -- "--A PATHETIC POEM.

The following touching poem is supposed

to have been written by an unfortunate

homeless girl, on the streets of New

York. Oh I! the snow, the beautiful

snow! Filling the sky and the earth

below; Over the housetops over the

street, Over the heads of the people you

meet, Dancing, flirting, skimming

alongBeautiful snow, it can do nothing

wrong. Flying to kiss a fair lady's

cheekClinging to lips in a frolicsome

freak; Beautiful snow, from the heavens

above, Pure as an angel, gentle as love.

Oh I the snow. the beautiful snow I How

the flakes gather and laugh as they go,

Whirling about in their maddening fun;

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing, laughing, hurrying by, It

lights on the face, and sparkles the

eye; And the dogs, with a bark and many

a bound, Snap at the crystals that eddy

around. The town is alive, and it's

heart's in a glow ; To welcome the

coming of the beautiful snow.How How

wildly the crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humour and song;

How the gay sledges like meteors flash

by, Bright for a moment, then lost to

the eye- -Ringing, swinging, dashing

they go, Over the crust of the beautiful

snow; Snow, so pure when it falls from

the sky, As to make one regret to see it

thus lie, To be trampled and tracked by

thousands of feet Till it blends with

the filth of the gay busy street. Once I

was pure as the snow, but I fellFell

like the snowflakes, from heaven to

hell, Fell to bo trampled like filth in

the street to be ecoffed:at, spat 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 deadl

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 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,

sister and all, God, and myself, I have

lost by my fall, The veriest wretch that

goes shivering by Will make a wide

swoop, lest I wander too nigh; For all

that is on or above me I know, There's

nothing so pure as the beautiful

snow.How How strange it should be that

this beautiful snow, Should fallon a

sinner, with nowhere to go; How strange

it should be when night comes again, If

the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain l Fainting, freezing, dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a

moan To be heard'in the street of the

crazy town ; Gone mad in the joy of the

snow coming down ; To be and to die in

my terrible woe, With a bed and a shroud

of the beautiful snow.Helpless Helpless

and foul as the trampled snow Sinner,

despair not I Christ stoopeth low ; To

rescue the soul that is lost in its sin,

And raise it to life and enjoyment

again. Groaning, bleeding, dying for

thee, The Crucified hung on the accursed

tree ; His accents of mercy fall soft on

thine ear there mercy for me? Will He

hea r my poor prayer? Oh, God! In the

stream that for sin ners did flow, Wash

me, and I shall be whiter than snow