In an autograph copy of her hymn, sent to the editor, Mrs. Gates changes "harps" to "palms." Is it an improvement? "Palms" is a word of two meanings. O how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain, With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands To meet one another again. "THERE'S A LAND THAT IS FAIRER THAN DAY." This belongs rather with "Christian Ballads" than with genuine hymns, but the song has had and still has an uplifting mission among the lowly whom literary perfection and musical nicety could not touch--and the first two lines, at least, are good hymn-writing. Few of the best sacred lyrics have been sung with purer sentiment and more affectionate fervor than "The Sweet By-and-By." To any company keyed to sympathy by time, place, and condition, the feeling of the song brings unshed tears. As nearly as can be ascertained it was in the year 1867 that a man about forty-eight years old, named Webster, entered the office of Dr. Bennett in Elkhorn. Wis., wearing a melancholy look, and was rallied good-naturedly by the doctor for being so blue--Webster and Bennett were friends, and the doctor was familiar with the other's frequent fits of gloom. The two men had been working in a sort of partnership, Webster being a musician and Bennett a ready verse-writer, and together they had created and published a number of sheet-music songs. When Webster was in a fit of melancholy, it was the doctor's habit to give him a "dose" of new verses and cure him by putting him to work. Today the treatment turned out to be historic. "What's the matter now," was the doctor's greeting when his "patient" came with the tell-tale face. "O, nothing," said Webster. "It'll be all right by and by." "Why not make a song of the sweet by and by?" rejoined the doctor, cheerfully. "I don't know," said Webster, after thinking a second or two. "If you'll make the words, I'll write the music." The doctor went to his desk, and in a short time produced three stanzas and a chorus to which his friend soon set the notes of a lilting air, brightening up with enthusiasm as he wrote. Seizing his violin, which he had with him, he played the melody, and in a few minutes more he had filled in the counterpoint and made a complete hymn-tune. By that time two other friends, who could sing, had come in and the quartette tested the music on the spot. Here different accounts divide widely as to the immediate sequel of the new-born song.