The Daily state journal. [volume] (Alexandria, Va.) 1868-1874, 1871-02-06
MONDAY EVENING, FEB. G, 1877
TIE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.


TO The Editor of the State Journal
The following poetical gem, which has exc,'
tod so much interest, and called forth sueh
enthusiastic encomiums from the press OF Inis
country as well as abroad, was written 10 oin,
cnnati by poor, friendiess, unfortunate ana
mers. Her history is but the stereotyped edi.
tion of living thousands to-day. Deceived and
BETRAYED by some heartless scoundrel, she quit
her happy home, left father and mother ana
loving sisters, under the subtle influence ana
seductive allurements Of moral assassin, ior
life of shame. Having been abandoned oy her
seducer, the empty mockery, crimson oeprasr
ty. and the significant glare OF jewelied trap
p;nos soon wearied her and rendered her lie
miserable. especially as her accomplished ana
cultured mind recognized their gilding-the
eepulchre of her honor and the epitaph oil eve
ry virtue. -, a.
The cold and selfishhearted, to read and care
fully popder over these lines. She tells tne
history of her life in the tenderest and deepest
pathos 1t is the keen shrill wall OF broken
heart, without hope and without friends; IN the
drearv solitude of her cherries chamber she
wrote this matcbless poem. VINO can imagine
The terrible anguish, the crushing agony. the
boneless despair, and utter isolation that hlled
her heart, and darkened and shrouded every
gleam of sunshine? Every manly and noole
mind must feel the deepest emotion OF symps,,
thy on reading this poem, lor 'ho khss~ 80"
brilliant genius forever unknown anu lost ~
tbe world. The aulhoress died in the hospitai
at Cincinnati during cold and stormy night,
in mid winter, while the wind was moving
Gercely and chanting in mournful cadence
her requiem; while the "beautiiui snow, III
feathery crystals pure ana stances ta a. ugt
own Young angel life had been, dritted through
lhe rafting window cases and covered the lit
lie table near her bed. 1t was the last time
that she ever saw the "beautitul snow, 10
which she easily ikened her early childish in
nocence and female purity. okSEx'
TIE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.
Obi tho snow, the beautiful snow
Filling tho sky and the earth below;
Over the housetops the street,
Over the heads of the people We meet.
Flirting,
Swimming along
Beautiful snow, 1t can do nothing wrong
Flying to kiss fair iadys cheek,
Clnging to lips in a frolicksone freak
Beautiful SNOW, from the heaven above
Pure as an angel, gentle as love.
Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow
How the flakes gather and laugh as they go,
Hhriing about in their maddening run
1t pisys in its gIee with every one
Chasing,
Laughing.
Hurryingby
1t lights on the face, and it sprinkles the eye,
And the dogs with a bark and bound
Enep at he C ystais that EDDY AROUND
The town is alive, and It's heart in a glow
To welcome the coming of beautiful snow
How wildly the crowd goes swaying aoHg,
Tailing each other with humor AID song
How the gay sledges like meteors flash by
Bright for = moment then lost to the eye
Ringing,
Swinging,
Dancing they go,
Over thu crest of the beautiful snow!
Snow 90 pure when it falls from the sky
uioI Ia, Nod N m crowd Z,
To be lied and tracked by the thousands of feet
Till il blends in the filth of the horrible street.
Onca vas pure as the snow-but fell
Fell like the snow-fiakes from heaven to hell
Fell to be tramplei as filth IN the street;
Fell to be &c fled, to be spit on and beat
Pleading,
Cursing,
Dreading to die
Selling my soul to whoever would buy.
Dealing in shame for morsel of bread
Hating the living and fearing the dead;
Mercful God have fallen 80 low
and yet was once like the beautiful snow
Once was fair IS the snow,
With an eye like its crystal heart like its glow
Once was loved for my innocent grace
Eiatterei and sought Tor the charms Ct nay FACE.
Father
Mother,
Sister, all
God and myself, I've lost by my face,
The veriest wretch that goes shiverng by
VIII make a wide sw pop, lest wander too nigh,
For all that is on above me, know,
There is nothing that's fine as the beautiful snow
How strange should it be that the beautiful sno
Should fall on sinner with nowhere to gol
How strange should it be, when night comes agail
If the snow and the ice strike M de perate brsi
Fanting
Freezing,
Dying alone
Too wicked for prayer, too weak for moan,
To be heard in the streets of the crazy town,
Gone mad ia the joy of the coming down,
To be and TO die in my terrible VICE.
With bed and a shroud Of the beautiful snow