CORRESPONDENCE. "Subscriber,"

lvndina.—The last three verses of

"Reauiiful Snow," republished in ■ The

Register last year, are:— OnccT was fair

as tlic beautiful,-snow, ! With an eye

like a crystal, a heart like its glow; |

Once 1 was loved for my'' innocent

grace, J flattered and sought for the

charms of my face;

Father—mother—sisters—all— ! Cod and

myself, 1 have lost by my fall; j The

veriest wretch tlmt goes shivering by

Vi'ill mate a wide sweep lest I wander

too nigh, 1 For all that is on or about

me, 1 know; There is nothing tlmt's pure

as the beautiful SliOW. i How strange it

should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go! How strange it should he, when tlic

night comes again, -If the snow and the.

ice struck mv,desperate brain. If

fainting, freezing, dying alone, Too

wicked for prayer, too weak for a mom.

To be heard in the streets of the crazy

town (Gone mad ill the joy of the snow

coming down), I should lie down and die

in my terrible woe, .IVith a'bed and a

shroud of the beautiful snow. Helpless

and foul as the trampled snow, Sinner

despair not!! Christ stoopetli low, To

rescue the soul that is lost in sin, To

raise it to life and cii.jovir.ent

again, Groaning—bleeding—dying for thee.

The Crucified hung on the cursed treel

His accents of pity fall soft on thine

car; "Is there mercy for meV IVill He

heed my weak prayer? Oh, God! in the

stream that for sinners did flow, AVash

me, and I shall lie whiter than snow