New-York tribune., 1873-12-16
Oh that the word were given!
Come, Lord OF hosts, the waves divide,
And land us all IN hcaveni

The following quaint conceit is eminently cbarac-
teristic of the author.
GIVE ME THE LOWEST PLACE.
CHRISTINA
Give inc the lowest place not that I daro
Ask for that lowest place. but Thou hast died
That might live and share
Thy glory by Thy side.
Give me the lowest place: orhf for me
Tbat lowest place too high, make more low
Where may sit and see
My God, and love Thee so.
remarkable feature of this volume is its free
dom from monotOny, notwithstanding the uniformity
of its themes. The universal hope is expressed IN
forms rs various the personal traits of the in
livdual writer But they all strike single chord,
namely that the sucrngs of this present time are
not worthy to be compared with the glory
that shall be revealed" The literary merits of the
volume whole, are perhaps not inferior TO its
religious interest. 1t has brought together at once
specimens of the most delicate and the most SUD-
stantal poetry of different ages, appealing TO tue
aesthetic no less powerfully than to the rele-
GUS emotions. The external appearance OF the work
Is in keeping with the character Of IFS contents.
Its modest elegance will recommend il TO every book-
fancer of good taste.
The new catalogue of Robert Carter n Brothers is
enriched with large number OF juvenile WORKS.
most of them of religious character anO "hlch
NAV safely be placed in the hands of young chill
their moral training. They issued for the most
part in neat editions and as attractive to the eye
as they are wholesome for the character. The LtHe
Cdmp on EGqle Hill is n work by Miss Warner,
the author of the Wide Wide World' showing
the intuitive knowledge of the child-nature, and
felicity of adaptation TO its tastes, which mark her
previous writings for young people. Other juvenile
books are by the popular fayorite, Joanna H.
Mathews, and still others of perhaps equal ment by
authors whose names are not quite familiar in the
family circle. Among those which we have had the
opportunity to examine are Moray, tale OF the
Highlands of Scotland, Bright Side, Aunt iSdide6S
Cor and FaRnyS BUth- Day Gin, which may be cor
daily recommended, and which will be sure to tnd
welcome acceptance III wide circle of eager read
ers. But the gem of the MeSsrs. Carriers collection
for the present holiday season. and which admirably
accords with the spirit of the Chrismastide, is the
Sonqs of the Soul edited by the Rev. SAMUEL lEE-
NEUs PRIME, and presenting the fruits of his study
and research in Christian poetry for many years
The work breathes the most intimate essence OF de-
votion and holy song. Ii is fragrant with the roses
of Sharon and fresh with the dews Of llermOn tun-
ing the harp of Zion to the music Of Christian verse
The whole compass of the ancient theology
is expressed in ITS harmonious numbers, com
bining the spirit Of the Greek and Roman rituals
with the thoughtful sentiment of Protestant con-
temptation in rapt ouburst Of impassioned wor
ship Among the rubrics INTO which the volume is
distributed are "Matin and Vesper Songs Songs
of the Father the Son, and the Holy Ghost Songs
of Holy Seasons" and Songs of the Cross" OF
sorrow" of The Depths of Aspiration" ana
of Faith" The arrangement and choice OF subjects
indicate the character of the selection Ii is purely
devotional work, without trace of the didacuc ele-
ment The deductions of the intellect are resolved
Al. o.fr irpn. fha
which have been diligently explored by the editor
are the laws of the cloister in the middle ages, which
offer perpetual enchanment in the racy JUNCTION of
their language, as well as the mystic breahngs
of their devotion The quaint melodies Of the Cath
Ollie monk seem to have pgOved too powerful for the
Protestant divine and TO have soened the rgors Oi
dogmatic belief before the common altar of poetry |
and plety. Combined with the effusons of Chris |
tian sentiment from other they have brought
as be cOnfesses with noble frankness-"a sense |
that the wants and uterances OF the soul have been
the same in all cmes and all ages, and that Gods
grace was as rich and full and free eighteen hundred
years ago It is to-day. Side by side go up the
paintve utteraDccs of the captive queen, the pas
sionate cry of the earthstaiped soul the triumphant
chant of the redeemed the stirring call of the sol
dieT, the deep and solemn music of the mtered alb
bot the noble strains of the clustered monk, th
clear sweet melody OF the maryred girl and swell
ing they rise, they blend into grand chorus of
love and of thanksgiving that shall one day shake
the skies" The following is a specimen Of one OF
the early Christian songs Of triumph.
TIE ROYAL BANNERS FORWARD CO.
FeriAa Rgis JrOapa)
The royal banners forward co.
The cross shines forth in mystic glow,
Where he In fesh OuT flesh vino made,
Our sentence bore our ransom paid
When deep for us the spear was dyed,
Lies torrent rushing from his Sde
To wash us Iii that precious Hood,
Where mingled, water fowed and blood
Fulfilled is all that David told
In prophetic song of old;
Amidst the nations, God. salth he,
Hath regned and triumphed from the tree
O tree OF beauty! tree of lgut!
O tree with royal purple dght
Elect, Oh whose tfumphal breast
hose molly limbs should fnd their rest.
On whose dear arms so widely flung,
The weight of this worlds ransom hung:
The price OF humankin to pay,
And spOh the spoller of his prey.
with fragrance dropping from each bough,
Swecter than sweetest nectar thou;
Decked with the fruit OF peace and praise,
And glorious with trumphal lays
Hail. altar! hall, o victim! thee
Decks now thy PASSIONS victory,
Where life, for sinners, death endured.
And life, by death, for man procured.
In different strain aud of a later date is the next
hymn, but it forcby represents type of devotion
in accordance with the spirit of the age
SWEETEST FoUsT OF HOLY GLADSEss
10 Da alkTsaSzs1 Freuar1
Sweetest Fount OF holy gladness,
Fairest Ligbt was ever shed,
Who alike IN JOY and sadness
Leavest none unvisted;
Spirit OF the highest GOd,
Lord from whom il lie bestowed,
Who upholdest every thing,
Hear me, hear me while sing!
Thou art shed like geDtlest showers
From the Father and the Son,
Bringing to US quickened powers
Purest blessing from their throne;
Suffer then, noble Guest,
That rich gift by thee possest,
That thou giyest at thy viii,
All my being now to hl.