Hear the wind blow!

Whis-s-s-st! Bang! O-o-o-oh!

Down the street hurrying,

Everything flurrying;

Driving the sheets of the fast-falling

snow,

Like a frightened, stampeded, demor

alized foe!

Everywhere sifting;

Everywhere drifting;

Sidewalks and streets

Quickly hiding with sheets-
Like the forms of the dead
When the last breath has fled,
And we see, through our tears,
All the hopes of the years
And the love and the joy
And the happiness, coy,
With that mantle of white
Shut away from our sight—

And the voice of the wind seems a wailing of woe,

With its piteous, hideous, agonized O-o-o-oh!

Hear the wind blow!

Whis-s-s-st! Bang! 0-0-0-oh!
Strong hearts are quailing,
Brave faces paling,

As, toiling and struggling, belated ones go Through the fast-rising drifts of the terrible snow!

See the clouds speeding,

No suppliant heeding,

Each step impeding!

Seeming to seek every mortal to throw

To the death that awaits in the cold waves

below.

Everywhere going,

White masses throwing.

Through window sashes
Now a cloud dashes.

Under the doors

And over the floors,

With its gliding so light,
Steals a serpent of white,
And the terrible cold

Weakens hearts brave and bold.
So we close in each blind

And we huddle behind;
And we stir up the fire,
With the single desire

Just to taunt the rude storm
With our snuggery warm;
And its breath to defy
With a flame hot and high;
And to dare the white death,
With its quick-killing breath
And its terrible power,

To enter our bower,

So snug and so bright

With the fire and the light;

While we pity the passer who yet has to go

Through the serpent-like bed of the cold, writhing snow,

In the face of the wind, with its horrible O-o-o-oh!

Hear the wind blow!

Whis-s-s-st! Bang! O-o-o-oh!
Seeking to frighten

And heart-strings to tighten;
Yet we gather in cheer
And the table drawn near.
And the hot draughts we quaff
And we jest and we laugh;
And the blizzard we scorn,
As we think of the morn'
When the sun may arise
In the clearest of skies;
And the mantle of snow-
Now a white pall of woe-
In bright glory may gleam
As the sunny rays stream
O'er its white waiting face,
Giving beauty and grace
Shadows all to replace-
As a lover's sweet smile,
Flitting into the heart,
With its beautiful wile
Bids the darkness depart;

And the light of dear eyes

Sweeps the clouds from our skies,

So, we gather, in cheer,

With the home-voices dear
Ringing gladsome and clear;

And it seems just a night of the Fourth of
July,

When the rockets are hissing and bursting

so high,

And the crowds are exclaiming, in wonder, below

As we hear the same tumult as then-
Whis-s-s-st! Bang! 0-0-0-oh!

THE NEW BALTIMORE & OHIO R. R. COAL DOCK AT SANDUSKY, O.-LOADING A WHALEBACK" AT THE RATE OF 460 TONS AN HOUR.