was included a plaintive hymn entitled "Come to Me." For many years it was best known in connection with chant music, but in later years it is found in numerous American hymnals in a large variety of excellent long-metre settings. In most collections. the hymn is reduced to four stanzas, but as it suffers by such an abridgment, I give the original text: With tearful eyes I look around; It tells me of a place of rest, It tells me where my soul may flee: How sweet the bidding, "Come to Me!" When the poor heart with anguish learns, It hears the accents, "Come to Me!" When against sin I strive in vain, The words arrest me, "Come to Me!" When nature shudders, loath to part A sweet voice utters, "Come to Me! "Come, for all else must fail and die; Oh, voice of mercy! voice of love! And gently whisper, "Come to Me!" Nearly all of Miss Elliott's hymns were written for those whose lives were shadowed by sorrow or suffering. Her lines entitled "In Affliction" are of unusual beauty and tenderness. They form a hymn of spiritual clinging to Jesus amid "the weakness, fatigue, arid deserts, and rough storms" of this present life. The hymn is worthy of a careful study, and I am glad to believe that my readers will be pleased to become acquainted with the original stanzas: O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen! Blest with communion so divine, Far from my home, fatigued, opprest, While I can cling to Thee! Without a murmur I dismiss Each hour to cling to Thee. What though the world deceitful prove, Oft when I seem to tread alone Some barren waste with thorns o'ergrown, A voice of love, in gentlest tone, Whispers, "Still cling to me!" Though faith and hope awhile be tried, They fear not life's rough storms to brave, Blest is my lot, whate'er befall: What can disturb me, who appall, While as my Strength, my Rock, my All, This version of the hymn was published in Miss Elliott's "Hours of Sorrow" in 1836. In form slightly different as to the first stanza it appeared in 1834, a few months after the death of her father, and it is thought this event suggested the hymn. Like all her other compositions, it is sweet and devotional in spirit, and charming in hymnic grace. The lover of church poetry will be impressed with the fact that it is rare indeed that one hand, however divinely gifted, has been able to strike four such "far-thrilling chords" as are heard in those four hymns by Charlotte Elliott. LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY MRS RS. SIGOURNEY, who, "Blackwood's Magazine" once said, is rightly called "the American Hemans," and whom "The American Church Review" declared to be one of the most remarkable women of the nineteenth century, is not largely represented in our hymnals. She wrote several hymns which were far better known fifty years ago in both America and Great Britain than they are to-day. Mrs. Sigourney (née Huntley) was born at Norwich, Connecticut, in 1791. Like Mrs. Barbauld she had extraordinary precocity, and could read with fluency when only three years old; and her career as a writer of verse began at eight. In 1819 she was married to Charles Sigourney, a merchant of Hartford, who died in 1854. During the fifty years of her literary career Mrs. Sigourney wrote fifty-six distinct works, and made more than two thousand |