cause of Hungary with the celebration of the memory of Washington.

9. Spirit of the departed! smile down from heaven upon this appreciation of my country's cause; watch over those principles which thou hast taken for the guiding star of thy noble life, and the time will yet come when not only thine own country, but liberated Europe, also, will be a living monument to thy immortal name.

LESSON CXXI.

THE LOST ONE'S LAMENT.
the beautiful snow,

1. OH! the snow,

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the housetops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing,
Flirting,

Skimming along!

Beautiful snow! it can do no wrong.

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,
Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Beautiful snow from the Heaven above,
Pure as an angel, gentle as love!

2. Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go?
Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one;

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights on the face and it sparkles the eye
e!
And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,
Snap at the crystals that eddy around.
The town is alive, and its heart in a glow
To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

3. How wild the crowd goes swaying along,
Hailing each other with humor and song!
How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,
Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye!
Ringing,

• Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;
Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,
To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by,
To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet,
Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

4. How strange it should be that this beautiful snow,
Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!
How strange it should be, when the night comes again,
If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain!

Fainting,
Freezing,

Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan

To be heard in the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down;
To lie and so die, in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow!