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 a bound,

Snap at the cycles as they eddy around.

The city's alive and longing to show

flow swiftly on cycles it can gd. 11ow

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, then lost to

the eye. Rlinging, swinging, dashing,

they go, Their tyres appearing whiter

than The newest pastime under the sun,

How long will it last? How soon be done

? --Eva Eversleigh.