The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1869-08-12
THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.
oh, the snow. the beautiful SNOW.
FILLING the Sky and the earth below:
over the house tops. over the street,
oyer the heads of the people you mcrt,
Dancing.
Flirting,
Swimming along:
Beautiful Snow! it can do nothing wrong:
FIXING TO kiss fair lady'S check,
Clinging to lips IN frolirsomc freak.
Beautiful snow from the heaven above.
Pure IN angel. gentle us love.
oh the snow. the beautiful snow.
How the flakes gather and laugh they 90,
Whrling about i'll their maditnn@ finn,
1t plays in its glcc with every one
tha>ing,
laughing,
IIurryins by:
II lights on the tHce and it sp;tlkles the eye.
And the dogs with bark and Il bound.
Snap ut the crystals that eddy around
The town is alive and its heart in glow.
10 welcome the coming of beautiful SNOW,
How wildly the crowd goes swaying along,
ilailing each other with hunor and song
How the gray sledges like meteor> flash by,
Bright for Il moment, then lest 20 the eve
Ringing.
Swinging
Dancing the, go.
Over the crust of the beautiful snow:
Snow pure when it falls from the sky.
10 be tr;lmplcd in mud by the crowd rushing hy.
10 be trampled and tracked by the thousands o
Till it blends With the filth in the horrible street
once was pure as the snoW-but fell
Fell like the snow flakes from heaven to hcll
Fell to be trampled as filth in the street;
Fen TO be ~coiet, to be spit on and beat;
Pleading,
Curslng.
Dreading to die.
Selling my soul to whoever would buy.
Dealing in shame for a mOrScl of bread.
lI.tinCr tlNn 1In md fan lac I.4.il
Mercitul God, have | fallen to low:
And yet was once like the beautiful snow.
Once was fair as the snow
With eye like its crystal, heart Ike lis glow
once | was loved for my innocent grace
Fiattered and sought for the charms of my face,
Father,
Mother,
Sister. all.
God and myself, Eve lost by my fall
The vcricst wretch that goes shi,cring by.
Will make Il wide sWoop lest | wander too nigh:
For all that is on or above me, know.
There's nothing that's pure As the beautiful SNOW.
How strange should it be thai: the beautiful snow
Should fall on Il sinner with no where to go.
How strange should il be. when night comes aguil
If the and the ice strike my desperate brain,
Painting.
Freezing.
Dying alone.
Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan
To be heard i'll the streets of the crazy town,
Gone mad Ill the JOY OF the snow coming down:
TO be and TO die in my terrible woe,
With a bed and Il Shroud of the beautiful snow
The Winona Republican tells the following
story illustrative Of the practical working o
Miss Susan Anthony's theory that married
people should not sleep together-and tia
single beds were necessary to health ane
happiness:
Two worthy matrons in this city were no
long since engaged in discussing the grea
hygienic qacstion upon which the unmarried
contributor to the Revolution lays SO mucl
stress, and during the discussion, one of tho
|disputants backed up her argument in favo
of "cribs, cots, and single beds for health an,
happiness" by the unassailablc declaration
that it was altogether possible, as her owl
experience had proved. For years she ha,
been endeavoring to persuade her husban,
of the benefits Of the system, and at lengtl
her efforts were crowned with success The
rule Of the household had been established ac
cording to the theory of Susan and the
Revolution This of course terminated tn,
discussion for the time being, but at Il sub
scqucnt meeting Of the two ladies, the qucs
ton very naturally came up for review. 'Yol
successfully maintain your new hygicnic prin
ciple, suppose ~ archly inquired the skepti
cal sister. "Wcll-not-cnti twas tn,
apologize reply ''You see, my husband
when alone at night, is very much afraid o
thunder storms and you know, at this seasol
we have :" many thunder storms in Minncso