It was this "Satan Montgomery" whom Macaulay had scalped with merciless criticism in the _Edinburgh Review_.

The mention of his name aroused the old poet's ire.

"Would you believe it ?" he exclaimed, indignantly, "they attribute some of that fellow's performances to me, and lately a lady wrote to me in reference to one of his most pompous poems, and said "it was the _best that I had ever written!_" I do not wonder at my venerable friend's vexation, for there was a world-wide contrast between his own chaste simplicity and the stilted pomposity of his Glasgow namesake.
Montgomery, though born a Moravian and educated at a Moravian school, was a constant worshipper at St.George's Episcopal Church, in Sheffield.

The people of the town were very proud of their celebrated townsman, and after his death gave him a public funeral, and erected a bronze statue to his memory.

While he was the author of several volumes of poetry, his enduring fame rests on his hymns, some of which will be sung in all lands through coming generations.