twinging,

Dashirg they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow no pure when it falls from i be sky,

To be trampled In mud by the crowd passing by,

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet,

Till it bloods with the filth in the horrinle street.

Once I a Os pure as the snow—but I fell!

Fell 'lke the snow flakes, from heaven to bell

Fell to be trampled as filth of the street;

Fell to be s.offed, to be spit on and boat,

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsal of bread,

Met etful God! have I fallen sob w

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

HOW GENERAL HANCOCK BE­

CAME A CADET.

Urn 1.3 following is Chapter IV of the

life of General Hancock, just issued by

Ashwend R Evans, Philadelphia.]

At the time of which we are now writ­

ing, there resided in