A FALLEN WO3IA S BTORY.
Tar Omaha lRepublican oes the following
history of this production, 'hich the
London Spectator has proneouned a finest
poem over written in America. In ti
early part of the war, one dark Saturday
nig t in the dead of winter, there died
in the Con nercial loslpital in
Cinoinnati, a young woe an, over whose
head only two and twve y aumtuerr had
passed. She had hoartn at a possessed of
an enviable share of b?eauty, td lihad
been, as she herself says, "flattered a
sought for the charms of her face ;"
but, ai a I upon her fair brow had long
beeo written t at terrible word -. Once
the pride of re1 octable parent-. ago,
her first wrong stop eas the small
beginning of the samte old tory over
agian, wvhich has boon the only hi tory
of thousands. Hlighly educated and accom
lished in manoers, she might have slhoie
in ith bost soelety. But the evil liour
that proved lihe ruin came, and, hving
spent a young lif in disgrace and
shamte, the poor friendless to died the
melan.choyiv death of a lro1 .hearted
outeast. A mioig her persolnal ellfe to
wae s 'found, in 1S., "The Beautiful
Snow," whtich was iuiie. diately carried
to Elios 11. teed, a geutleiman of
eaituro and literary to ?nt, thun editor
of the o ational Union. Tilll DeAUTI UI
SNOW. Ohl l the snow,' the beau ful
stnow, Filling the sky apd.tho arth
below; )Ovor the house tpiýisro er the
itibet, Over the heatl/oi the Iooploe
you meet, Dancing. flirting. skieng lug
along; Beatiitfil saow, it can o nothing
wrong; Sllying to kiss na fair lady's
cheik, Cliniging to lips in a frolicsome
freak; Beauotifi snow from the hoeavpus
above, tre io an nmgel, gomtle ?slovel I
Ohl I the snow, tihe bleautifl snow,
lHow the flakes gather and laugh at they
go Whirling about in their maddening
fun, It plays in its gloee with
overyoneOhalmsing, laughing, hurrying
by, It lights on the face and sparkles
the oyo, And the dogs, with a hbark and
a boound, Snap at the crystals that eddy
nroundThe town is alive and its heart in
a glow To wulcot, lo com Hof beautifil
sntow. Hiow wildly. crow? 'ues swvayintg
alog. Ulhting ean otlr with i tmotr nid
song I MHor the gay gees liketmt tours
flash by, Bright for a noiint, then atr
to tthe eve; lRinging, swvinging,
dashing they go, Over the crust uof tuhe
bioautiful tuow-Snow so apure wohen it
ill from the sky As to muake one o eto ?
ea it lie, To be trampled anu akd a the
thousauds of feeool, Till it blends w to
filtlliii the horrible street. Once I
was ptlro as the snow, hlot I fell, Fell
likl.the shnoutries in heaven to hell;
Fall to itralcta tt in the strhut, Fell
to eloit r to apit othand beat.
Floioding, ting, iron'g to dio,
,Solling: ay soul t whoo'ne r would buy;
Dealihg in shamn for a morsel of broad,
H-ating the living and Inariog the dead,
Merciful CGod I have I fallen so low ?
Aadd yet I was on ]i' the beautiful
snow. Onto I rwn . nliful snow, With a n
oye nl, a heart liko its glow ; Once I
was loved for my innocont graceFlattered
and sought for the charms of my face ;
Ftther, mother, sister, and all, God and
inycelf; I hivoJdst by my fall: 'The
vorieost wretch that goos shivering by
Will make a wide swod , lost I wander
too nigh: For iall that is on or abov me
I nmowy T'horo's nothing so pure the
beautiful snow. How strange it should b
that this benutiful snow " Should fall
on sioer who It nowhere to gn; Hlow
strange it should lhen night comes
again, If the snow and the i? traoet my
aesperato brainh I Fainting, freozing,
dyin lone. Too wicked for prayer, t
wooak for it moano To bo hoard in the
strout the crazy town, Gone mad in
thojoy ofth o1 w oonhig down; To bo and
to dio li my Iter lo woo, With n bod and
t shroud 1 tho boeautiful snow.
-I1ilpl0ass and fool as tho atomplud
now, Sinner, dospidr not l Ohri stoopeth
low To resonoo tho soul that I oot in
its sil, And raise it to lifo and
njoymont ngalp. Groaoting, blcoding, dy
g for thou, '1Tho 1r1cilled hung onl II
aecoursen l treeo, His accents of mr0?y
fn soft on thineo oearIs thero mercy for
mo Will