THE SNOW. (Front the Mark Lane Express.)

! the «now, the beautiful mow, ' filling

the »ky and the earth below; > ' Orar

tra housetops, oter ii« street, Over the

head» of the people yon meet ; Dancing,

Flirting, Skimming along, Besutiful «now

; it can do nothing wrong. Flying to

kiss a fair lady's cheek ; Clinging to

lips in a frolicsome freak ; Beautiful

mow from the heavens above, Fur« M an

angel ti! fiokleas love ! O ! the mow,

the beautiful snow ; How the flakes

gather and laugh as they go ; Whirling

«bout in ita maddening fun, It play« in

it« glee with every on«. Chasing,

Laughing, Hurrying by, , If lights np

the face, and it spsrkles the eye ; And

even the dog*, with a bark and a bound;

Snap at the crystal that e<ldy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in o

glow, To welcome the coming of the

beautiful snow. How the wild crowd goes

swaying along. Hailing each other with

humour and song ! How the gay sledges

like meteors flash by, Bright for the

moment, then lost to the eye ; '

Ringing, Swinging, Dashing they go, Over

the crust of the beautiful snow: Snow so

pure when it falls Irom tho sky. To lie

trampled in mud by tho crowd i ashing hy

; To b» trampled and tracked by the

thousands of feet, Till it blends with

the horrible filth of the street. Once I

was pnre as the snow-but I fell Fell,

like the snow-fl ike«, from Heaven to

HellFell, to be trampled as filth in the

streetFell, to be scoffed, to be spit on

and beat ; Pleading, Cursin g. Dreading

to din, Selling my soul to whoever would

buy, Dealing in shame for a mnrsel of

bread, Hating the living and fe «ring

tho (lend, Merciful God ! have I fallen

so low ? And jet I w«ig once like his

beautiful snow! Once I was fair as the

beautiful snow. With an eye like its

crystals, a heart like i ti glow; Onoe I

was loved for mv innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms of

my face, Father, Mother, Sister, and

al], God, and myself, I have lost by my

fall ; The veriest wretch that goes

shivering by Will take a wide sweep test

1 wander too nigh ; For all that is on

or about me, I know There is nothing

that's pure but the beautiful snow. How

strange It should be that this beautiful

snow Should fall on a sinner with

nowhere to go ; If the snow and the ice

struck my desperate brain ! How strange

it would be when the night comes again

Fainting, Freezing, Ojiug alone ! Too

wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan

To be heard in the crash of the craay

town, Gone mad in their joy at the

snow's coming down : To lie and to die

in my terrible woe, With a bed and a

shroud of the beautiful snow !