are too numerous to mention in detail. Perhaps the best known of his prose works is "God's Way of Peace," of which, at the time of his death, more than two hundred and eighty-five thousand copies had been printed. His "Hymns of Faith and Hope" have attained an almost world-wide celebrity. Indeed, it was as a lyrist that he reached his highest excellence. He once remarked that "When the Weary, seeking Rest” (p. 253), was his "favourite" among all his hymns, though he added, with true critical insight, "it has less of poetry in it than some of them." "I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say" (p. 252), and "A Few more Years shall Roll" (p. 255), the latter set to music by Sir Arthur Sullivan, are very successful hymns which appeal to the intelligence of uncultivated people, and moreover, they are beautiful poems with the qualities inseparable from lyrics of a high class. Probably it is not unreasonable to think that Dr. Bonar possessed as much genuine poetic power as any hymn writer of the present century except Cardinal Newman. Tender and graceful occasional poems show, also, that had he sought it, he could have gained a reputation as a secular poet. His long poem, in blank verse, entitled "My Old Letters," published in 1877, was not altogether successful. The introductory lyric, however, is full of melody and sweetness, and, as an interesting piece of poetic autobiography, may be introduced here. Not written down in haste, but in the quiet When the whole soul was calm, and the world's riot, What I have thought, and felt, and seen, and heard is here. Sometimes the cloud, but oft the happier noonlight At times the stars, at times the mellow moonlight While o'er my ravelled dreams the years and ages hung. In days of public strife, when, sharp and stinging, Friend against friend the polished missiles flinging, In hours of heaviness thy solace seeking, I took thee up and woke the trembling tone Like the heart-broken thrush, that sits alone, Into these pages peace-thoughts weave their brightness; Is here; peace-blossoms in their tranquil whiteness Lie there, my pen! Only a little longer, And then thy work shall be for ever done: Death in these pulses daily groweth stronger; Life's ruby drops are oozing one by one; The dreams that flowed thro' thee shall soon be dreamed alone ! Rest kindly now, beside what thou hast written Let that a little longer linger here By age unwithered, and by time unsmitten, True leaves of health, that never can grow sere, Thou art the lute with which I sang my sadness, Thou art the harp whose strings gave out my gladness Resting upon my soul with sweet and silent ray. The sickle thou with which I have been reaping And wipe the reaper's sweat from this toil-furrowed brow. I may not stay. These hills that smile around me Beckons me upward; all that here has bound me The chains and drags of earth. I rise, I go, I go! A staunch ecclesiastical Conservative, and one who in public controversies knew how to be bitter, in private life he was always genial, while his scholarship and his knowledge of men and things made personal intercourse with him most pleasant. One could not be in his company, and notice his intellectual face with its massive forehead, without supposing him to be a man of power, and the impression was fully confirmed when one heard him talk. MACKENZIE BELL. HYMNS OF FAITH AND HOPE. HORATIUS BONAR. 1.-HOW LONG. Y God, it is not fretfulness MY That makes me say "How long?" It is not heaviness of heart That hinders me in song; 'Tis not despair of truth and right, But how can I, with such a hope With such a joy before my eyes Of years the jubilee, of days These years, what ages they have been ! This life, how long it seems! And how can I, in evil days, 'Mid unknown hills and streams, But sigh for those of home and heart, And visit them in dreams? Yet peace, my heart; and hush, my tongue Be calm, my troubled breast; Each restless hour is hastening on The everlasting rest: Thou knowest that the time thy God Appoints for thee, is best Let faith, not fear nor fretfulness, Right comes, truth dawns, the night departs II.-I HEARD THE VOICE OF JESUS SAY. I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold I freely give The living water ;-thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live." I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's Light; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright." I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun; And in that light of life I'll walk, Till travelling days are done. |