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Entered according to Act of Congress, in J ur.e, 1867, by J. W. Buukk A Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia. Vol. I. Condensed for Burke’s Weekly LOST IN THE SNOW. IIE father and mother of Hannah Lee lived in a small cottage on the edge of a wide Scottish moori » several miles distant from any other dwelling. Like the children of most poor people in that country, she labored hard all the week, at a neighboring house, going homo at the close of the week. One cold Saturday night in mid-winter, she left her master’s house as soon as the rim of the great moon made its appearance above the horizon; and, all by herself, she tripped along be neath the beauties of the silent heavens. As she traveled onwards she sang to herself a song, a hymn, or a psalm, and ever and anon she stopped to try to count the stars that lay in some more beau tiful part of the sky, or gazed on the constellations that she knew, and called them, in her joy, by the names they bore among the shepherds. And, as she stepped along she thought of her own little fireside, and of her old parents waiting for her, while the snow-diamonds glittered around her feet, and the frost wove a wreath of shining pearls round her forehead. As she reached the eda;e of the Black-Moss, which lav half way between her masters and her father’s dwelling, she heard a loud noise coming down the valley, and in a few seconds she feit on her face some flakes of snow. ‘She looked up the valley, and saw the snow storm coming down, fast as a flood. MACON, G-A., JANUARY ‘24, 1868. Many of our little readers have never seen a snow storm, and cannot appreciate the situation of Hannah. But she was accus tomed to such things, and felt no fear, although she ceased her song, and stepped on more rapidly, feeling bolder and bold- fn iT^pr- T-&> ■-'• r v iC> '(> .:■ - {-i^Br . eras she neared her father’s dwelling. But the snow storm was now upon her, the light of the moon was swallowed up, and the child was in utter darkness. She saw nothing but the flakes of snow, which filled the air, and heard nothing but the wild, fierce howl of the winter’s wind. The cold became terrible, and her little hands and feet were fast being benumbed past feeling, “ W[hat will become of the poor sheep?” she thought, but she scarcely thought of her own danger. At last she could no longer see -a single mark on t the snow, and suddenly, too, she felt out of breath and exhausted, and bursting into tears she sank down in the snow, saying: “ I will repeat the Lord’s Prayer,” and draw- ing her plaid more closely around her, she whispered : “ Our Father who art in Heaven, hallow T ed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.” Having prayed to her Father in Heaven, she thought next of her father on earth. Alas, they were not far apart. He, having set out to find his child, had sunk down, exhausted, on the drifting snow, and they were lying with in a stone’s throw of each other, while a huge snow-drift was ev ery moment piling itself up be tween the dying father and his dying child. At the first appearance of the storm, William Grieve, the son of Hannah’s master, called his two sheep dogs, and set out, half in joy, half in fear, to overtake Han nah, and to see her safely across the moor. The snow T began to drift so fast that before he reach ed the head of the glen, there was nothing to be seen but a little bit of the wooden rail of the bridge across the stream. It was a wfild night, but all the snow that ever fell would not have made him turn back when Hannah Lee was in such imminent dan ger of being lost. He knew the path that she must have taken, and went for ward, shouting aloud, and stopping every twenty yards to listen for her voice. He sent his well-trained dogs over the snow, in every direction, repeating to them her name, that they might know for whom they were hunting. Often they went out No. 30