Thou shalt take up thy lute in our favourite bower, Which looks o'er the glen where the mountain stream falls; Away, love, away, 'tis the heart's dearest hour, Thine own one awaits thee-the nightingale calls. Yes, dearest, yes, while the moonbeams are rising, Truth and love are the blossoms which never decay. Away, love, away-'tis the nightingale calls. SLOWLY AND SOFTLY MUSIC SHOULD J. E. CARPENTER.] FLOW. [Music by S. GLOVER, Slowly and softly music should flow, Like the light ripples that glide o'er the stream; Whispering melodies faintly and low, Heard as from fairy harps struck in a dream. Gilding the past with its lingering spells, Bringing back memories gentle and dear, Soothing the bosom where sympathy dwells, Claiming the tribute of many a tear. Gaily and gladly music should sound When at the festal the young and the gay THE MELODIES OF MANY LANDS. [Music by C. W. GLOVER, C. JEFFERYS.] The melodies of many lands Erewhile have charmed my ear, Its words, I well remember now, Of far more worth than gold: It told me in the hour of need, Where only stricken hearts could find MERRY ROW THE BONNIE BARK. ANONYMOUS.] O merry row, O merry row, The bonnie, bonnie bark, [Scotch Air, Bring back my love to calm my woe C 26 My Donald wears a bonnet blue, O merry row, &c. As on the pebbly beach I strayed, A storm arose, the waves ran high, O merry row, &c. GO ASK THE ROSES. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by E. Harper. Go ask the roses why they bloom, The stars must duly shine, And, even so, it was to be My lot is linked to thine. We do not covet all we see, Some flower that very fair may be And thus it is that still I find My lot is linked to thine. OCULAR DEMONSTRATION.* S. LOVER.] [Music by S. Lover. In the days of creation, when Jove was allotting The duty each part should supply, To the tongue he gave words to assist us in plotting, But Juno, Jove's mandates would ne'er be obeying, Said, the tongue should keep guard over what they were saying, And speaking be done by the eye. But the great law of Nature so strongly endued That it would not be quiet, do all that she could, While her eye, flashing brightly, determined to keep Till between them, with many an argument deep, At last, 'twas agreed an appeal to the sky And this compromise sly, 'twixt the tongue and the eye, "My daughters, thus nicely the balance I've hung 'Twixt the rivals," the Thunderer cries, "Let woman to woman converse with her tongue, But speak to a man with her eyes." "I'm half distracted, Captain Shandy,' said Mrs. Wadman, holding up her cambric handkerchief to her left eye, as she approached the door of my Uncle Toby's sentry-box; a mote-or sand-or something-I know not what, has got into it: it is not in the white.' "In vain! for by all the powers which animate the organ,Widow Wadman's left eye shines this moment as lucid as her right; there is neither mote-nor sand-nor dust-nor chaffnor speck-nor particle of opaque matter floating in it. There is nothing, my dear paternal uncle, but one lambent delicious fire, furtively shooting out from every part, of it, in all directions into thine."-Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, vol. viii, ch, 21 old edition. O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME? T. PERCY, D.D.] O Nanny, wilt thou go [Music by T. Carter, with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town? O Nanny, when thou'rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind? O Nanny, canst thou love so true, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, And when at last thy love shall die, |