The following we esteem one of the most

beautiful poems that has been published in

our language. We. have been told that tho

unfortunate subject nctnally died in u Ci'i­

cinnati hospital. It is a composition breath'

ing the essence of pathos and of poetry, but,

like many other gems of literature, it in unu

of those fugitive pieces that lloat around

without the name of the author:

Old the .snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky inel e;iih below:

Over the house-stops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dai icing.

Flirting,

Skimming alone;

Beautiful snow! it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's check.

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak;

Beautiful snow, from Heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as lov!

Oh, the snow, the. beautiful snow,

How the Makes gatlmr and laugh a they go

Whirling about in tiie maddening fun,

It plays hi its glee with every one;

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by.

It lights on the face and it sparkles the cto,

And the dogs, with a laik and a bound,

Snap nt the crystals that eddy around;

The town is alive and its heart in a glow­

To welcome the coming, of beautiful snow.

How wild the crowd goes swaying along.

Hailing each oilier with humor and song;