temperament; and his little lyric ‘O Little Town of Bethlehem’ will be sung as long as Christmas is celebrated.  His essays show more clearly even than his sermons his opinions on society, literature, and religion.  They place him where he belongs, in that “small transfigured band the world cannot tame,”—­the world of Cranmer, Jeremy Taylor, Robertson, Arnold, Maurice.  His paper on Dean Stanley discloses his theological views as openly as do his addresses on ‘Heresies and Orthodoxy.’

As might be expected of one who, in the word’s best sense, was so thoroughly a man, he had great influence with young men and was one of the most popular of Harvard preachers.  It was his custom for thirty alternate years to go abroad in the summer, and there, as in America, he was regarded as a great pulpit orator.  He took a large view of social questions and was in sympathy with all great popular movements.  His advancement to the episcopate was warmly welcomed by all parties, except one branch of his own church with which his principles were at variance, and every denomination delighted in his elevation as if he were the peculiar property of each.

He published several volumes of sermons.  His works include ’Lectures on Preaching’ (New York, 1877), ‘Sermons’ (1878-81), ‘Bohlen Lectures’ (1879), ‘Baptism and Confirmation’ (1880), ’Sermons Preached in English Churches’ (1883), ‘The Oldest Schools in America’ (Boston, 1885), ‘Twenty Sermons’ (New York, 1886), ‘Tolerance’ (1887), ’The Light of the World, and Other Sermons’ (1890), and ‘Essays and Addresses’ (1894).  His ‘Letters of Travel’ show him to be an accurate observer, with a large fund of spontaneous humor.  No letters to children are so delightful as those in this volume.

     O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM

     O little town of Bethlehem,
       How still we see thee lie! 
     Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
       The silent stars go by. 
     Yet in thy dark streets shineth
       The everlasting Light;
     The hopes and fears of all the years
       Are met in thee to-night.

     O morning stars, together
       Proclaim the holy birth! 
     And praises sing to God the King,
       And peace to men on earth. 
     For Christ is born of Mary,
       And gathered all above;
     While mortals sleep the angels keep
       Their watch of wondering love.

     How silently, how silently,
       The wondrous gift is given! 
     So God imparts to human hearts
       The blessings of his heaven. 
     No ear may hear his coming;
       But in this world of sin,
     Where meek souls will receive him still,
       The dear Christ enters in.

Where children pure and happy
       Pray to the blessed Child,
     Where Misery cries out to thee,
       Son of the Mother mild;
     Where Charity stands watching,
       And Faith holds wide the door,
     The dark night wakes; the glory breaks,
       And Christmas comes once more.