The sage look'd grave, the maiden shy,- 66 66 Fie, fie!" was the old man's cry; Poppies like these I own are rare, "And of such nightingales' songs beware." 66 SALLY. Words and Music by SAMUEL LOVER. SALLY, Sally, shilly shally! Sally, why not name the day ?" "Harry, Harry! I will tarry longer in love's flow'ry way. 66 66 Sally, why not make your mind up? why embitter thus my cup?" Harry, I've so great a mind, it takes a long time making up." "Sally, Sally! in the valley you have promis'd many a time, On the summer Sunday morning, as we heard the matin chime; Listening to those sweet bells ringing, calling grateful hearts to pray, 6 I have whisper'd, Oh, how sweetly they'll proclaim our wedding-day!"" 66 Harry, Harry! I'll not marry, till I find your eyes don't stray: At Kate Riley, you so slily, stole a wink the other day." "But Kate Riley, she's my cousin."-"Harry, I have cousins too; If you will have close relations, I have cousins close as you.” 66 Sally, Sally! do not rally, do not mock my tender woe: Play me not thus shilly shally; Sally, do not tease me so; Whilst you're smiling, hearts beguiling, doing all a woman can, Think, though you're almost an angel, I am but a mortal man.' ADIEU, ADIEU, OUR DREAM OF LOVE! THOMAS K. HERVEY. From the "Poetical Sketch-Book," 1829. ADIEU, adieu!-our dream of love We met in hope, we part in tears! Can reach us with no heavier blow! Our souls have drunk in early youth The hour is come, the spell is past; Adieu, adieu! oh, dull and dread I THINK ON THEE IN THE NIGHT. THOMAS K. HERVEY. I THINK on thee in the night, And the moon comes out, with her pale, sad light, When the stars are all like dreams, And the breezes all like sighs, And there comes a voice from the far-off streams, Like thy spirit's low replies. I think on thee by day, 'Mid the cold and busy crowd, When the laughter of the Is far too glad and loud! I hear thy soft, sad tone, young and And thy young sweet smile I see: My heart, my heart were all alone, But for its dreams of thee! gay THE SECRETS OF THE HAWTHORN. By CHARLES MACKAY. From "Songs for Music," 1856. No one knows what tender secrets Travellers upon Thought's deep sea, Lovely was she, bright as sunlight, Sitting on the grass, the maiden EARL NORMAN AND JOHN TRUMAN. CHARLES MACKAY. From the "Lump of Gold," 1856. The Music by CHARLES MACKAY. THROUGH great Earl Norman's acres wide, And I'm scarce twenty-two, man, Poor John Truman ! But would I change? I faith! not I,— Earl Norman dwells in halls of state, Has forty cousins at his gate, To feed upon his bounty. But then he's deaf; the doctors' care, While I in whispers woo man; And find my physic in the air, Stout John Truman! D'ye think I'd change for thrice his gold? Earl Norman boasts a gartered knee, I wear, by Nelly wrought, for me, He sports a star upon his breast, The gift of her who loves me best,— I'd be myself, and not the Earl, Oh, that would I, says Truman. BROKEN SILENCE. By J. WESTLAND MARSTON, author of the "Patrician's Daughter." Oh, break not her silence!—her heart is replying Thou canst not break her silence!—no word that is spoken Can now wound her ear, no regret dim her eyes; Thou canst not break her silence; yet, hark! it is broken,— "Come hither, come hither,"-a voice from the skies! "Come hither,"-a voice from the skies! BLUE IS THE SKY. G. MEREDITH, BLUE is the sky, blue is thine eye,— Blue is the sky, blue is thine eye,— F |