office of such a periodical." It bore the name of Miss Mary Berwick, but who she was, or where in London she lived, no one knew. She was supposed to be a governess, and although she became a household word to the readers of the weekly journal, no one, not even Mr. Dickens, had seen her. On Christmas day, 1854, he was invited to dine with his old friend Barry Cornwall," and took with him a special issue of "Household Words," and on reaching the Procter home he remarked that the journal contained a very pretty poem by a Miss Berwick. The next day Mr. Dickens learned that he had "so spoken of the poem to the mother of its writer, in its writer's presence, and that the name had been assumed by Barry Cornwall's' eldest daughter Miss Adelaide Procter." In 1859 Miss Procter's "Legends and Lyrics" was published, and from this delightful volume several hymns have been taken. As an evening hymn there is nothing in our hymnology more beautiful than this: The shadows of the evening hours Before Thy throne, O Lord of Heaven, We kneel at close of day; Look on Thy children from on high, The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord, But let the incense of our prayers The brightness of the coming night With hopes of future glory, chase Slowly the rays of daylight fade; Slowly the bright stars, one by one, Within the heavens shine; Give us, O Lord! fresh hopes in heaven, And trust in things divine. Let peace, O Lord! Thy peace, O God! Upon our souls descend; From midnight fears and perils, Thou Our trembling hearts defend; Give us a respite from our toil, The depth of Miss Procter's seriousness and the beauty of her trust and resignation, are shown in the following hymn, which is widely sung to several fine musical settings : I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me I do not ask that flowers should always spring I know too well the poison and the sting For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead : Though strength should falter and though heart should bleed, Through peace to light. I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed Full radiance here; Give me but a ray of peace, that I may tread Without a fear. I do not ask my cross to understand, Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand, Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine, All of Miss Procter's hymns are delicate, musical, and spiritual, but I am inclined to rank the one on Thankfulness the loveliest of the eight which are in use in the United States and England. Bishop Bickersteth says it is a most beautiful hymn, and "touches the chord of thankfulness in trial, as perhaps no other hymn does." The form of the hymn has been altered in several ways— without improvement but I give the original : My God, I thank Thee, who hast made The earth so bright, So full of splendor and of joy, Beauty and light; So many glorious things are here, I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made So many gentle thoughts and deeds That in the darkest spot of earth I thank Thee more that all our joy That shadows fall on brightest hours, So that earth's bliss may be our guide, For Thou who knowest, Lord, how soon Hast given us joys, tender and true, So that we see, gleaming on high, I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept I have enough, yet not too much, To long for more ; A yearning for a deeper peace, I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls, Though amply blest, |