BEAUTIFUL SNOW. I Oh ! the snow,

the beautiful snow, a Filling the sky

and the earth below; - Over the house

tops, oyer the street, a Over the heads

of the people you meet, a Dancing,

flirting, skimming along; Beautiful

snow! it can do nothing wrong;. 1r lying

to kiss a fair lady's cheek, Clinging to

lips in a frolicsome freak; I Beautilu-

snow from the heavens above, Pure as an

angel, gentle as love! Oh! the snow, the

beautiful s~ow, How the flakes gather

and laugh as. they go Whirling about in

their maddening fun, It plays in its

glee with everyoneChasing, 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

that eddy aroundThe town is alive and

its heart in a glow To welcome the

coming of beautiful snow. How wildly the

crowd goes svaying along, Hailing eash

other with humor and song!Honr the gay

sledges like meteors flash by, Bright

for a moment, then lost to the eye;

Ringing, swinging, < ahing t~'iey go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snowSnow

so pure when it falls from the sky As to

make one regret to see it lie, To be

trampled and tracked by the thotsands of

feet, Till it blends with the filth in

the horrible atreet. Once I was pure as

the snow, but I fell, Fell like the snow

flakes from heaven to hell; Fell to be

trampled like filth in the street, Fell

to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat.

Pleading, cursing, dreading to die,

S8.lling my soul to whoever would buy;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

gIating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God ! have I fallen so low ?

And yet I was once like the bpautiful

snow, Once I was fair as the beautiful

snow, With an eye like its crystal, a

heart like its glow ; Once I was loved

for my innocent graceFlattered and

sought for the charms of my face;

Father, mother, sister. and all; God and

myself, I have lost by my fall; The

veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will make a wide swoop, lest I wander

too nigh ; For all that is on or above

me I know There's nothing so pure as the

beautiful snow How strange it should be

that this beautiful snow Should fall on

a sinner with nowhere to go; How strange

should it be, when night comes again, If

the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain ! Fainting, freezing, dying alone.

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a

moan T . be heardin fhe street of the

crazy town, Gone mad in the joy of the

snoweoming down; T be and to die in my

terrible woo, With a bedand a shroud in

the beautiful snow. Helpless and foul as

the trampled snow, Sinner, despair not!

Christ stoopeth low To rescue the soul

that is lost in its sin, And raise it

to. life and enjoyment again. Groaning,

bleeding, dying for thee, The crucified

hung on the accursed tree, His accents

of mercy fell soft on thine earIs there

mercy for me ?. Will he heed my prayer ?

Oh, God ! in the stream that for sinners

did flow Washme, and I shall be whiter

than snow.