The Rev. HENRY WARE, JR., father of the Rev. J. F. W. Ware, a prominent minister of Boston, was born at Hingham, Mass., April 21, 1794, and died Sept. 25, 1843. He was a graduate of Harvard College, and was pastor of the Second Church, Boston. Ralph Waldo Emerson was ordained as his colleague in 1829. His works, in four volumes, were edited by Dr. Chandler Robbins, successor of Mr. Emerson in the pastorate of the Second Church.

LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die; Vain were the terrors that gathered around him,

And short the dominion of death and the

grave;

EASTER.

Ορθρίσωμεν ὄρθρου βαθέος.
LET us rise in early morning,

And, instead of ointments, bring
Hymns of praises to our Master,
And his resurrection sing:
We shall see the Sun of Justice

Risen with healing on his wing.

Thy unbounded loving-kindness,

They that groaned in Hades' chain, Prisoners, from afar beholding,

Hasten to the light again; And to that eternal Pascha

Wove the dance and raised the strain.

Go ye forth, his saints, to meet him!
Go with lamps in every hand!
From the sepulchre he riseth:
Ready for the Bridegroom stand :
And the Pascha of salvation
Hail, with his triumphant band.

JOHN of Damascus. Translated by
JOHN MASON NEALE.

The veil is rent; and, lo! unfold
The things the ancient law foretold :
The figure from the substance flies,
And light the shadow's place supplies.
The type the spotless Lamb conveyed,
The goat where Israel's sins were laid;
Messiah, purging our offence,
Disclosed in all their hidden sense.

By freely yielding up his breath
He freed us from the bonds of death,
Who on that prey forbidden flew,
And lost the prey that was his due.
The ills on sinful flesh that lay
His sinless flesh hath done away,
Which blooming fresh on that third morn
Assurance gave to souls forlorn.

O wondrous death of Christ! may we
Be made to live to Christ by thee!
O deathless death, destroy our sin,
Give us the prize of life to win!

BEHOLD THE DAY THE LORD HATH MADE!

"Salve, Dies dierum gloria."

From the Latin of ADAM of St. Victor, the most fertile, and, in the estimation of Trench and Neale, the greatest of the Latin hymnologists of the Middle Ages. This version is from Orby Shipley's "Lyra Messianica."

BEHOLD the day the Lord hath made!
That peerless day which cannot fade;
That day of light, that day of joy,
Of glory which shall never cloy.

The day on which the world was framed
Has signal honor ever claimed;
But Christ, arising from the dead,
Unrivalled brightness o'er it shed.

In hope of their celestial choice,
Now let the sons of light rejoice:
Christ's members in their lives declare
What likeness to their Head they bear.

For solemn is our feast to-day,
And solemn are the vows we pay:
This day's surpassing greatness claims
Surpassing joy, surpassing aims.

The Paschal victory displays
The glory of our festal days;
Which type and shadow dimly bore,
In promise to the saints of yore.

EASTER HYMN.

Δεῦτε πόμα πίωμεν.

COME, and let us drink of that new river,
Not from barren rock divinely poured,

But the fount of life that is forever
From the sepulchre of Christ the Lord.

All the world hath bright illumination, -Heaven and earth and things beneath the earth:

'Tis the festival of all creation :

Christ hath risen, who gave creation birth.
Yesterday with thee in burial lying,
Now to-day with thee arisen I rise;
Yesterday the partner of thy dying,
With thyself upraise me to the skies.

JOHN of Damascus. Translated by
JOHN MASON NEALE.

EASTER.

Αὕτη ἡ κλητή.

THOU hallowed chosen morn of praise
That best and greatest shinest!
Lady and Queen and Day of days

Of things divine, divinest!
On thee our praises Christ adore,
Forever and forevermore.

Come, let us taste the vine's new fruit
For heavenly joy preparing :

Whence the glad tidings hither float;
And yet, from childhood up familiar with the
note,

To life it now renews the old allegiance.
Once Heavenly Love sent down a burning kiss
Upon my brow, in sabbath silence holy,
And filled with mystic presage, chimed the
church-bell slowly,

And prayer dissolved me in a fervent bliss.
A sweet, uncomprehended yearning
Drove forth my feet through woods and mead-
ows free,

And while a thousand tears were burning,

I felt a world arise for me.

These chants to youth and all its sports appealing,

Proclaimed the spring's rejoicing holiday; And memory holds me now, with childish feeling,

Back from the last, the solemn way. Sound on, ye hymns of heaven, so sweet and mild!

My tears gush forth: the earth takes back her child!

GOETHE. Translated by BAYARD TAYLOR.

EASTER HYMN.

"Christ ist erstanden."

DR. HEDGE, a learned and industrious author, clergyman, and professor, was born in Cambridge, Mass., Dec 12, 1805, and now lives there. In 1872 he was appointed Professor of German Literature in Harvard College, from which he graduated in 1825. In 1848 he published "The Prose Writers of Germany." He was one of the compilers of " Hymns for the Church," published in 1865, a collection which contains some of his original pieces.

With reference to the following, from Goethe's Faust." Bayard Taylor says that the "final chorus of the angels is a stumbling-block to the translator, on account of the fivefold dactylic rhyme"; and adds, "Dr. Hedge, I believe, is the only one who has hitherto endeavored to reproduce the difficult structure of this chorus."

ANGELS.

CHRIST hath arisen!
Joy to our buried Head!
Whom the unmerited,
Trailing inherited

Woes, did imprison !

WOMEN.

Costly devices

We had prepared, Shrouds and sweet spices, Linen and nard. Woe the disaster!

Whom we here laid; Gone is the Master, Empty his bed.