JOHN MOULTRIE. DESCENDED from a Scottish family settled for several generations at Charleston, in America, the subject of this notice was born early in the century, in Great Portland Street, Cavendish Square, London. His father, the Rev. George Moultrie, held, from 1800 to 1845, the living of Cleobury-Mortimer, Shropshire. He was educated chiefly at Eton, where, in 1818, his first popular poem, "My Brother's Grave," was written and published in The Etonian. From Eton he proceeded to Trinity College, Cambridge, where he obtained a scholarship in 1822, and graduated in 1823. He took orders in 1825, and in the same year was appointed to the rectory of Rugby, his present office. Mr. Moultrie has published "The Dream of Life;" "Lays of the English Church;" "Altars, Hearths, and Graves;" and other volumes. He was a contributor to Knight's Quarterly Magazine. The following hymns by Mr. Moultrie are transcribed, with his permission, from a collection of "Psalms and Hymns" prepared by him for the use of his congregation. By no cunning sleight enticed A SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMN. O LORD, a wondrous story Our ears have heard of Thee, And, in Thy manhood's meekness, Young babes Thou lov'st to cherish, Nor would'st that one should perish, Help then our weak endeavour To make Thy gospel known, And seal, O Lord, for ever, These little ones Thine own. Thy Church's nurslings gather Beneath Thy sheltering wing; Be Thou their Friend and Father, Redeemer, Guide, and King. CHILDREN'S HYMN. SOURCE of wisdom, past and present, F F Though our tongues, which lisp and falter, Hear us now, before Thine altar, Vain, without Thy aid, the teaching, So from homes of humble gladness,— Wisdom's word is known and prized,- JOHN MASON NEALE, D.D. THE REV. JOHN MASON NEALE, D.D., was born about the year 1818. He studied at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he graduated in 1840. He was elected warden of Sackville College, East Grinstead, an appointment which he retained to the period of his decease. At Cambridge he obtained the Members' Prize, in 1838, and gained on nine several occasions the Seatonian Prize for the best English poem on a sacred subject. He published "Hymns for Children, * and "Hymns for the Sick;" also two volumes of metrical translations, entitled "Medieval Hymns" and "Hymns of the Eastern Church." Among his extensive prose writings are "Ayton Priory," "Shepperton Manor," "Agnes de Tracey,"-works of fiction; and many historical works, chiefly intended for the young. His "History of the Holy Eastern Church, and "History of the Patriarchate of Alexandria," are well known. Dr. Neale died on the 8th August, 1866. EVENING. THE day, O Lord, is spent ; Our hearts' desires are fully bent On making Thee our guest. We have not reach'd that land, Where holy angels round Thee stand, Our sun is sinking now; Our day is almost o'er; O Sun of righteousness, do Thou Shine on us evermore ! From men below the skies, CHRIST HATH RISEN. THE foe behind, the deep before, Our hosts have dared and past the sea; And Pharaoh's warriors strew the shore, And Israel's ransom'd tribes are free. Lift up, lift up your voices now! Into peace and mirth! Bondage ending, Love descending O'er the earth! Seals assuring, Guards securing, Watch His earthly prison; Seals are shatter'd, Guards are scatter'd, Christ hath risen. No longer must the mourners weep, For death is hallow'd into sleep, Now, once more, Eden's door Open stands to mortal eyes; For Christ hath risen, and men shall rise. Old things past, Hope and joy and peace begin; It is not exile, rest on high; It is not sadness, peace from strife; To dwell with Christ is better life. We may face the foe. He will guide us through; He shall soon deliver If His paths ye tread, Pleasures as a river Shall round you flow; When ye see your Head. With loins upgirt, and staff in hand, So shall He collect us, direct us, protect us, So shall He precede us, and feed us, and lead us, |