The story of that erring wife is told in

this touching poem. The circumstances

connected with Major Sigourney's death

remain a mystery. THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW. Oh

I the snow, the beautiful snow, Filling

the sky and earth below, Over the

housetops, over the street, Over the

heads of the people you meet; Dancing,

flirting, skimming along, Beautiful

6now!—it cannot do wrong;; Flying to

kiss a fair lady's cheek, Clinging to

lips in frolicsome freak ; Beautiful

snow from heaven above, Pure as an

angel, gentle as love I Oh I the snow,

the beautiful snow ! How the flakes

gather and laugh as they go ! Whirling

about in maddening fun ; Chasing,

laughing, hurrying by, It lights on the

face, and sparkles the eye ; And the

dogs, with a bark and a bound, Snap at

the crystals as they eddy around. The

town is alive, and its heart's in a

glow, To welcome the coming of beautiful

snow. How wild the crowd goes swaying

along, Hailing each other with humour

and song ! -J.. How the gay sleighs

like meteors flash by, Bright for the

moment, then lost to the eye 1 Ringing,

swinging, dashing they go, Over the

crust of the beautiful snow. To be

trampled and tracked by thousands of

feet. Till it blends with the filth in

the horrible street! Helpless and foul

as the trampled snow, Sinner, despair

hot—Christ stoopeth low To rescue the .

soul that is lost in ! sin, 1, And raise

it to *Kfe And enjoyment again; ', ~

Groaning, „ Hewing, _ - : dying - _ for

thee,