in the literary world of London who had not heard of her - Sarah Flower

Adams; the gifted woman to whom all Christendom to-day pays homage in its love for her immortal hymn, Nearer, my God, to Thee.”

JULIA ANNE ELLIOTT

HERE is little to say concerning this

TH author of several excellent sacred

poems. She was the daughter of John Marshall of Hallstead, England, and while the year of her birth is not recorded, it cannot be far from 1805. In 1827 Miss Marshall met the Rev. Henry Venn Elliott, curate of St. Mary's at Broughton, and the friendship then formed ripened into love. In 1833 they were united in marriage, and the bride became sister-in-law of Charlotte Elliott, the most eminent of all British female hymn-writers. This happy union lasted but eight years, the birth of Mrs. Elliott's fifth child resulting in her death in 1841.

Mrs. Elliott wrote little, but wrote well. Her most familiar hymn in America has for its first stanza

Hail! thou bright and sacred morn,
Risen with gladness in thy beams!
Light, which not of earth is born,

From thy dawn in glory streams:
Airs of Heaven are breath'd around,
And each place is holy ground.

She wrote a very beautiful evening hymn: "On the Dewy Breath of Even"-which is popular in England, but is little known in this country. There is hardly any doubt that her best hymn-fine in the attractiveness of its theme, and great in its poetic strength is that on "The Love of Christ." The full text is quoted:

We love Thee, Lord, yet not alone,
Because Thy bounteous hand

Showers down its rich and ceaseless gifts
On ocean and on land:

Because Thou bidd'st the sun go forth

Rejoicing in his might,
And kindle earth to glowing life
And beauty with his light.

'Tis not alone because Thy names
Of Wisdom, Power, and Love,
Are written on the earth beneath,
The glorious skies above;

For these Thy gifts we praise Thee, Lord;
Yet not for these alone
The incense of Thy children's love
Arises to Thy throne.

We love Thee, Lord, because when we
Had erred and gone astray,

Thou didst recall our wandering souls
Into the heavenward way;

When helpless, hopeless we were lost
In sin and sorrow's night,

Thou didst send forth a guiding ray
Of Thy benignant light.

Because, when we forsook Thy ways,

Nor kept Thy holy will,

Thou wast not the avenging Judge,
But gracious Father still:
Because we have forgot Thee, Lord,
Yet Thou hast not forgot;
Because we have forsaken Thee,

Yet Thou forsakest not.

Because, O Lord, Thou lovedst us

With everlasting love;

Because Thy Son came down to die,

That we might live above;

Because, when we were bound by sin,

Thou gavest hopes of heaven;

Yes; much we love, who much have sinned, And much have been forgiven.

With rarely an exception, Mrs. Elliott's hymns bear the stamp of refined poetic taste, and all of them possess a deep religious feeling; and it is strange that they have not won a larger place in our hymnology.