The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-02-13

Till the night of this anguish were o'eri
Till, the shadows of death away driven,
And the pathway of earth no more trod,
The Lord shall ascend his own heaven
And sit at the right hand of God.
The truth of the matter is, that Mr.. Iaughton
has taken a subject too grand for mortal deli
neation, and has, of course, failed. We do
not, however, judge him by this one poem,
but shall wait for further productions. His
''Virginia" is not fair criterion of his merit.
His coming volumes, however, will speak for
themselves.
CHARLES WESLEY SEEN IN HIS FINER AND LESS
FAMILIAR Poems. New York: Hurd &
HOughton. Philadelphia Agents: j. b. Lip
pincott a. Co.
Wesley, as a hymnist, is well known to all
our readers, yet his ability as a poet is not
limited to that particular department. He has
published, probably, more than any other
write in verse who has appeared in England,
His lyrics make, when published in an un-
abridged form, over three thousand closely
printed pages. Of all this work, but few of
his poems are known in America, and these
principally are altered for church service.
The little work before us is a compilation of
such as are the best of the authors writings,
and yet not familiar to our public. We con-
fess that many of them are entirely new to us,
and are well worthy of more permanent
shape than any yet granted them. To the ad-
mirers Of Charles Wesley the work will prove
particularly acceptable. The work is ar
ranged in such an order as to give the
reader some idea of the expressions used by
the author in his way through life. The
opening poems are biographical in their nature.
Thus, as he proceeds to answer the charge of
treason at Wakefield, he writes:-
Jesus, in this hour be near,
On Thy servants side appear;
Called Thine honor to maintain,
Help feeble child of man.
Thou who at Thy creatures bar
Didst Thy Deity declare,
Now my mouth and wisdom be,
Witness for Thyself in me.
Gladly before rulers brought,
Free from trouble as from thought,
Let me Thee in them revere,
own Thine awful minister.
On his return after acquittal, he expresses
his thankfulness =
Who that trusted in the Lord
Was ever put to shame?
Live, by earth and heaven adored,
Thou all-victorious Lamb!
Thou hast magnifed Thy power,
Thou in my defense hast stood,
Kept my soul in dangers hour,
And armed me with Thy Blood.
Satan's slaves against me rose,
And sought my life to slay:
Thou hast batfied all my foes
And spoiled them of their prey,
Thou hast cast the accuser down,
Hast maintained Thy servants right,
Made mine innocency known,
And clear as noon-day light.
Thou, my great redeeming God,
My Jesus, still art near;
Kept by Thee, nor secret fraud
Nor open force fear.
Safe amidst the snares of death,
Guarded by the King of kings
Glad to live and die beneath
The shadow Of Thy wings.
But not only are those which refer to par
ticular instances in his life found in the volume,
but some of his grandest productions have
| heretofore been unknown to our readers. The
one on the anticipated invasion in 1859 has few
superiors in force and GRANDEUR
Let God the mighty God,
The Lord of hosts, arise,
With terror clad with strength endued,
And rent and bowed the skiesi
Called down by faithful prayer,
Saviour, appear below,
Thine hand lift up, Thine arm make bare,
And quell Thy Church's foe.
Our Refuge in distress,
In dangers darkest hour,
Appear as in the ancient days
With full redeeming power:
That Thy redeemed may sing
In glad triumphant strains,
The Lord is God, the Lord is King,
The Lord forever reigns!
We with our ears have heard
Our fathers us have told
The work that in their days appeared,
And in the times of old:
The mighty wonders wrought
BY Heaven in their defense,
When Jacobs God for Britain fought,
And chased the invader hence.
Vainly inUt1cible,
Their fleets the seas did hide,
And doomed our sires to death and hell,
And Israel's God deded:
But with His wind He blew,
But with His waves he rose,
And dashed, and scattered, and o'erthrew,
And swallowed up His foes.
Thou wilt not give us up
A prey into their teeth,
But blast their aim, confound their hope,
Their league with hell and death,
With such deliverance bless
Whom Thou hast chose for thine,
That we and Europe may confess
The work is all divinei
The work contains much that is new to the
public, and should be useful to the compiler of
future editions of hymns.
MRS. CAUDLEs CURTAIN LECTURES. By Douglas
Jerrold. New York: Hurd & Houghton.
Philadelphia Agents: J. B. Lippincott & Co.
neat edition of these inimitable lectures of