with

the half sovereign first i tempted poor

Mary. I " Once 1 was pure as the

snow—hut I fell! Fell like the enow-

flakes from heaven to hell; J F?U to bo

trampled as filth in the street; 1 Fell

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

' Pleading, cursing, Dreading to die;

'Belling my soul to whoever would buy;

Deal ing in ahame for a morsel of bread

; Hating the living, and fearing the

dead. Merciful God! have I fallen so

low: And yet I waa onoe like the

beautifol enow." CORPSE in a BALL DRESS.

YOUTHFUL LU8TB, By the