of thousands. Highly

educated and accomplished in manners,

she might have shono in the best

socioty, But the evil hour that proved

her ruin camo, and, bavicg spent a young

life in disgrace and shamo, the poor

friendless one died the melancholy death

of a broken hearted outcast 'Among her

personal e fleets was found, in

manuscript in her own handwriting, ' The

Beautiful Snow,' which was immediately

oarried to Emos B. Reed, a gentleman of

culture and Siterary talent, then editor

of the National Union. . THE, BEAUTIFUL

SNOW. *01) I tho snow, the beautiful

sdow, Filling tho sky and the oarth

bolow j Over the house tops, ovor the

Btreet, 'Ovor tho hoads of tho peoplo

you moot, Dancing, flirting, skimming

along ; Beautiful snow, it enn do

nothing wrong; Flying to kiss a fair

lady's choefc, , Clinging to lips in a

frolicsomo freak , l&aatifui snow from

the heavens above, ; Pure as an angel,

gentlo as love! Oh I the snow, tho

beautiful snow, How tha flakes gc.thor

and laugh as they go Whirling about in

their maddening fan, It plays in its

glee with evoryono— ? Chasing, laughing,

hurrying by, It lights on the face and

sparkles the eyo, And tbo dogs, with a

bark and a bound, Snap at the crystals

thnt eddy around— The town is alive and

its heart in a glow To welcome the

coming of beautiful snow. How wildly the

crowd goes swaying along, Hailing oach

other with humor and song; How tho gay

sledges like meteors flash by, Bright

for a moment, thon lost to the eye ;

Ringing, Bwinging, dashing they go, Over

the crust of the beautiful snowSnow so

pure when it falls from tho sky As to

make one rogret to see it lie, To be

trampled and tracked by the thousands of

feeti Till it blends with the filth in

the horrible street, Onco I was pure as

tho snow, but I fell, Pell like the snow

flakes from heaven to hell ; Fell to be

trampled, like filth in the street, Fell

to be scoffed, to bo spit on, and beat.

j Pleading, cursing, dreading to die,

Selling my sonl to whoever would buy;

Healing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the doad.

Merciful God I havo I fallen so low ?

And vet I was once like the beautiful

snow. Once I was fair as the beautiful

snow, With an eye like its crystals, a

heait liko its glow ; Onco I was loved

for my innocent grace — Flattered and

sought for the charms of my face)

Fdthor, mc tuor, sister, and all, Gad

and myself, 1 have lost by my fall j The

veriest wretch that goeB shivering by

Will make a wide swoop, lest I wander

too nigh j For all that is on or above

me I know Tueru'n nothing so pure as the

beautiful snows How stra .go it uliould

be that this boautiful snow Should fall

on a sinnor with nowhere to go ; How

strange it should bo, when night comes

again, If tbo snow and tho ic9 struck my

desperate brain 1 Fainting, freezing,

dying alone. Too wicked for prayor, too

weak for a moan To be hoard in tho

streot of the crazy town; G jne mad in

the joy of the snow coming down ; To bo

and to die in my terrible woe, With a

bed and a shroud in the beautiful snow.

Helpless and fjul as the trampled snow,

Sinner, despair not I Christ stoopeth

low To roscue the soul that is lost in

its sin, And raise it to life and

enjoyment again. Groaning, bleeding,

dying for thee, The crnoified hung on

the accursed tree, His aocontB of mercy

fell soft on thine earIs thero mcrcy

for.mo ? Will He heed my prayer? Ob, God

I in the stroam that for sinnors did

flow. Wash mo, and I shall bo whiter

than snow.