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6NOWs BY MRS. SI6OCRNEY. , How quietly the snow comes down,

 When all are fast asleep, And plays a thousand fairy pranks O'eFSale and mountain steep. How cHnRingly it finds iis way

 To every ers1shy small, And ,creeps through even the slightest chink In window, or m wall: To every noteless hill it brings

 A laiFers purer crest Than the rich erthins robe that decks

 The haughtest mOnarch's breast. 10 every reaching spray 1t gives

 Whate'er its hand can hold A beauteous thing the snow is,

 To all, both young and old. The waking day, through curtnihing haze, Looks torthi with sore surprise, To view what changes have been wrought Since last she shut her eyes; And t Pleasdttt thing it is to see

 The cottage children peep From out the drift, tha. to their caves

 Proiungs it's rampant deep. The patient farmer searches

 His buried lambs to find, And dig his silly poultry out,

 Who clamor tn the wind; How sturdily he cuts his way, .. Though wild blaets bea, him back, And caters for his waiting herd

 Who shiSer round the stack. Right welcome are those feathery flakes

 To the ruddy utchins' eye, As down the long, smooth hill they coast,

 With shout and revery; Or when the moonlight, clear and cold,

 Calls out their throng to play Oh! merry gilt the snow is

 For Christmas holiday. The city miss, who, wrnpp'd in fur,

 Is lifted to the eleigh, And borne 50 dalntily to school

 Along the crowded way, Feels not within her palIid cheek The rich blood mantling warm, Like her who, laughing, shakes the snow From powdered .ress and form. A tasteful hand the snow hath

 For on the storied pane saw it's Alpine landscapes traced

 With arch and sculptured tane, Where high OCT hoary. .headed cliffs

 The dizzy Simplon wound, And old cathedrals reared their towers

 With Gothic tracery bound. think it hath a tender heart,

 For 1 marked it while it crept To spread shel,ering mantle where

 The infant blossom slept. It doth to Earth deed of love-

 Though in wintry way; And her turf.gown will be greeHcr

 For the snow that's fallen to-day.