NOTICES OF BOOKS.

Evening Star, Issue 3403, 17 January 1874, Page 3

NOTICES OF BOOKS.

The You.ng.LadUs' Journal: E. Harrison, London; Jos, Braithwaite, High street and Arcade, Dunedin. •

This publication is an old favorite. It is not only a book of pictures, with excellent engravings and' designs for every part of a lady’s dress, but ;it has the charm of original compositions in music, interspersed with its letter-press. The mass of reading prevents any possibility of noticing the stories, • although from what little we have seen, we should judge they are fair average novels. The advertizing notice of the December number of ‘The Young Ladies’ Journal ’ informs Us that there will be the opening' chapters of : three new stories, Christmas and New-Year’s games, a gigantic fcupplehaeit df ;fashions, an illuminated frontispiece ; and it winds up with ; stating the price in shillings and pence; but states it will be worth a guinea. - Psalms and Hymns for Divine Worship • Reith and Wilkie, Dunedin. The copy before us is . a very neat edition bf the :metrical version of the Book of Psalms in use in the Presbyterian Churches, with, the addition of the Hymns adopted by the English Presbyterian “tynod, held in Manchester, in April, 1867., The work needs no comment exceptiug for the neatness qf the printing and binding and the portableness of the size; but we cannot resist the temptation to reprint a beautiful hymn by M'Cheque, introduced into the selection, although no doubt many of our readers will be already familiar with it. It is Hymn No. 223, suggested by a question in Luke, c xvi. v, 5, How much owest thou ? When this passing world is done, ■’sr en as y° n glaring sun, When vre stand with Christ, in glory, | Looking o’er life’s finished story, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—hew much I owe. ' When I stand before the throne, Dressed in beauty not my own, When I see thee as thou art, j Love thee with unsinning heart, • r-Then,; Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When the praise of heaven I hear, ; Loud as thunders to the ear, j ‘ r Loud as many waters’ noise, . i iSweet as harp’s melodious voice, : | ; Then, Lord, shall I fully know —: j .Not till then—how much I owe. ! Ev’n on earth, as through a glass, | Darkly, let thy glory pass; i Make forgiveness feel so sweet, - Make thy Spirit’s help so meet; Ev’n on earth, Lord, make me know Something of how much I owe.