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LYTTON, EDWARD ROBERT BULWER. 



1,368 ministers, 2,00.2 congregations, and 399,309 

 communicant members ; 1,472 parochial schools, 

 1,306 teachers, and 80,981 pupils: 183 Sunday 

 schools and about 20,000 pupils, though the lat- 

 ter figures are far from being correct. There are 

 maintained 4 theological seminaries, 6 colleges, 6 

 academies, and 13 orphans' homes, hospitals, etc. 

 This body is engaged in missionary operations 

 among the freedrnen of the South, having con- 

 gregations and schools in Arkansas, Louisiana, 

 Virginia, and Illinois. 7 stations with 604 mem- 

 bers, and 6 schools with 631 pupils. Missionary 

 operations are also carried on among the Jews in 

 this country. Following are the latest statistics 

 of home missions for one year: 200 missionaries, 

 703 churches and stations, 36,800 communicant 

 members in missions, and receipts for this work 

 amounting to $81,500.24. 



United Synod. This body, organized in 188(5 

 and consisting of English synods, held no con- 

 vention in 1891. It is composed of 8 district syn- 

 ods, 201 ministers, 396 congregations, and 36.- 

 189 communicant members; 312 Sunday schools, 

 2,658 officers and teachers, and 22,977 scholars. 

 On its territory are the following institutions : 

 1 theological seminary, 5 'colleges, 8 academies, 

 8 ladies' seminaries, and 2 orphans' homes. Its 

 home missionary operations are summarized in 

 the following figures: 11 missionaries, 15 churches 

 and stations, 1,500 communicant members in mis- 

 sions, and contributions amounting to $4,000. 

 During the year this body sent out its first for- 

 eign missionary to establish a mission station in 

 Japan. 



The ever-increasing mimber of Lutheran im- 

 migrants and the rapid anglicizing of these for- 

 eigners and their descendants lays heavy respon- 

 sibilities upon the Church in this country, and 

 the resources of the Lutheran Church are strained 

 to their utmost. New congregations are being 

 organized all over the country, at the rate of 

 about one for each day in the year, and more 

 could be organized if the Church had command 

 of the necessary men and means. So much of 

 this work is carried on by individual congrega- 

 tions, conferences, and district synods, that it is 

 impossible to obtain accurate statistics of the re- 

 sults. The following is an approximately correct 

 summary of the statistics for the two past years: 

 818 missionaries, 2,353 churches and stations, 

 114,754 communicant members in mission con- 

 gregations, and $364,527.14 contributed by the 

 churches for this work. 



LYTTON, EDWARD ROBERT BULWER, 

 Earl of, an English poet and diplomatist, born 

 in England, Nov. 8, 1831 ; die:l in Paris. 

 France, Nov. 24, 1891. He was the only son of 

 Edward Lytton Bulwer, the famous novelist. 

 The son was educated at Harrow and by private 

 tutors, finishing his course of study at the Uni- 

 versity of Bonn, Germany, where he devoted 

 himself especially to modern languages. He 

 was but seventeen years old when he became 

 private secretary to his uncle, Sir Henry Bulwer, 

 who was British minister at Washington. In 

 1852 he was transferred as attache to Florence, 

 Italy, and in 1854 was removed to the embassy 

 at Paris. While here he published his first 

 work, " Clytemnestra, the Earl's Return, the 

 Artist, and other Poems," under the pen-name 

 of "Owen Meredith." "Clytemnestra" is a 



long dramatic poem, and, in connection with 

 the others, was well received by the critics, 

 though it made no general reputation for the 



EDWARD ROBERT BULWEH LYTTON. 



author with the unknown name. This little 

 volume contained one of the most charming of 

 his poems, that entitled " Good-night in the 

 Porch," which shows the melodious versification 

 of which he became master : 



A little longer in the light, love, let me be. The air 



is warm. 

 I hear the cuckoo's last good-night float from the 



copse below the farm. 

 A little longer, sister, sweet, your hand in mine on 



this old seat. 



In yon red gable, which the rose creeps round and 

 o'er, your casement shines 



Against the yellow west, o'er those forlorn and soli- 

 tary pines. 



The long, long day is nearly done. How silent all 

 the place lias grown ! 



Yes, sad indeed it seems, each night and sadder, 



dear, for your sweet sake I 

 To watch the last, low lingering light, and know not 



where the morn may break. 

 To-night we sit together here. To-morrow night 



will come ah, where? 



And there's my epic I began when life seemed long, 



though longer art 

 And all the glorious deeds of man made golden riot 



in my heart. 

 Eight books it will not number nine ! I die before 



my heroine. 



Sister ! they say that drowning men in one wild 



moment can recall 

 Their whole life long, and feel again the pain the 



bliss that thronged it all ; 

 'Last night those phantoms of the past again came 



crowding round me fast. 



Once more the garden where she walked on summer 



eves to tend her flowers, 

 - Once more the lawn where first we talked of future 



years in twilight hours, 

 Arose ; once more she seemed to pass before me in 



the waving grass. 



