Above its sad and lonely plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. _THE TUNE._ No more sympathetic music has been written to these lines than "Carol," the tune composed by Richard Storrs Willis, a brother of Nathaniel Parker Willis the poet, and son of Deacon Nathaniel Willis, the founder of the _Youth's Companion_. He was born Feb, 10, 1819, graduated at Yale in 1841, and followed literature as a profession. He was also a musician and composer. For many years he edited the _N.Y. Musical World_, and, besides contributing frequently to current literature, published _Church Chorals and Choir Studies_, _Our Church Music_ and several other volumes on musical subjects. Died in Detroit, May 7, 1900. The much-loved and constantly used advent psalm of Mr. Sears,-- Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains, --was set to music by John Edgar Gould, and the smooth choral with its sweet chords is a remarkable example of blended voice and verse. "O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM!" Phillips Brooks, the eloquent bishop of Massachusetts, loved to write simple and tender poems for the children of his church and diocese. They all reveal his loving heart and the beauty of his consecrated imagination. This one, the best of his _Christmas Songs_, was slow in coming to public notice, but finally found its place in hymn-tune collections. 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 tonight. For Christ is born of Mary, And gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love. O morning stars, together Proclaim the holy birth! And praises sing to God the King And peace to men on earth. 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. Phillips Brooks, late bishop of the diocese of Massachusetts, was born in Boston, Dec. 13, 1835; died Jan. 23, 1893. He was graduated at Harvard in 1855, and at the Episcopal Divinity School of Alexandria, Va., 1859. The first ten years of his ministry were spent in Pennsylvania, after which he became rector of Trinity Church, Boston, and was elected bishop in 1891. He was an inspiring teacher and preacher, an eloquent pulpit orator, and a man of deep and rich religious life. The hymn was written in 1868, and it was, no doubt, the ripened thought of his never-forgotten visit to the "little town of Bethlehem" two years before. _THE TUNE._