BEAUTIFUL SNO^i By Major Sigoceket. ® Oh

f the snow, the beantifal snow I Filling

the eky and earth below ; Over the

housetops, over the street, Over the

heads of the people you meet. Dancing,

flirting, skimmi..^ along— Beautiful

snow t it can do nothing wrong* Flying

to kiss a fair lady's cheekClinging to

lips in a frolicsome freak; Beautiful

snow, from tile heaveflg abover : Pure

as an angel, gentle as love. Oh ! the

snow, the beautiful snow ! How the

flakes gather and laugh as they g-j

Whirling about in their maddening fun ;

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing, laughing, hurrying fay, It

lights on the face and sparkles the eye

; And the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy arouad.

The town is alive, and it's heart's in a

glow.' To welcome the coming of the

beautiful snow How wildly the crowd goes

swaying aloug, Hailing each other with

humour and sung ', How the gay sledges

like meteors flash by, Bright for a

moment, then lost to the eye — ??

Einging, swinging, dashing they gor Over

the crust of the beautiful snow ; Snow,

so pure when it falls from the sky, As

to make one regret to see it lie, To be

trampled and tracked by the thousand* of

feet Till it blends with the filth of

the street. Once I was pure as the snow,

but I fell — Fell, like the snow flakes,

from heaven to hal ? Fell, to be

trampled as filth in the street — Fell,

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

Pleading — cursing — dreading to die,

Selling rny soul to whoever would buy;

Dealing i'j shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living, and fearing the dead

I Merciful God l 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 its crystal, a

heart like \% glow ; Once I was loved

for my innocent graca — Flattered and

sought fsr the charms of m 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 tc

: nigh; For all that is on or above me I

know, There's nothing so pure as the

beautiful snov; How strange it shoald be

thaV this beautifu snow Should fall on

asinner with nowhere to go ; How strange

it should be, when night come again, If

the snow and the ice struck my desperat

brain ! Fainting, freezing, dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a

moan To be heard in the street of the

crazy town. y_ Gone mad in the joy of

the snow coniiudown ;To To be and to die

in my terrible woe, With a bed and a

shroud of the beautifa snow. Helpless

and foul as the trampled snow — Sinner,

despair not ! Ghrist stoopt-th lor To

rescu« the soul that is lost in its sin,

And raise it to life and enjoyment agaic

Groaning, bleeding, dying for thee, The

Crucified hung on the accursed tree ;

His accents of mercy fall soft on thine

earIs there mercy for me ? Will he hear

mj prayer ? Oh, God ! In the stream that

for sinners did flow, Wash me, and I

shall be whiter than snow