Favorite Songs and Hymns for Schools and Homes, No. 4. Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them. Music is the harmonious voice of creation; an echo of the invisible world; one note of the divine Music, in its best sense, does not require novelty; nay, the older it is, and the more we are ac- There is something marvelous in Music. I might almost say that Music is, in itself, a marvel— NEW YORK. HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE. From "The Day is Done." The Home that has been made the sunny side of life never loses its beneficent influence over those it has sheltered in childhood, however they may be jostled by the rude vicissitudes of life. One of the most memorable reminiscences of California is told of the first great queen of song who appeared in San Francisco, among the restless men gathered there in the early days. They had learned not to value life; they had become a law unto themselves that defied all the teachings of their youth; but when " Home, Sweet Home" was sung, tears scalded the bronzed faces, and sobs welled up from hearts which had left sentiment behind for adventure. Take the sunny side of Home. It will be a well-spring of joy from the cradle to the tomb.-A. K. McClure. Our thanks are due to Publishers for copyright favors, and to Prof. CARL MATZ for invaluable aid here gratefully acknowledged. The Compiler may be addressed through Messrs. Harper & Brothers, in reference to Old Songs that have been popular favorites, and will be glad to have suggestions from any persons who are interested. Some of the best selections in the present Number have been suggested by lovers of song in different parts of the country, often far-separated. COPYRIGHT, 1887, BY J. P. MCCASKEY. Come, Trembling Sinner, Wm. Jones. 73 Come to the Sea, G. Roberti. 52 46 Gaily Thro' Life Wander, Gently Rest: Slumber Song, Hail, Beauteous Stranger of the Grove, Sullivan. 51 Heaven is My Home, Heavily Wears the Day, He Never Said He Loved, M. S. Pike. 55 G. A. Hodson. 27 I Dream of My Fatherland, If Ever I See on Bush or Tree, Little Folks. 143 If Thou Hast Crushed a Flower, Felicia Hemans. 135 If You Be My May Margaret, Theo. Marzials. 102 I Hear Them Tell in Far-off Climes, G. Worster. 116 I Love to Gaze on Smiling Faces, E. M. Spencer. 119 E. C. Phelps. 32 Crusaders' Hymn. 169 George Worster. 116 - E. W. Chapman. 6 M. Keller. 76 J. L. Molloy. 38 A. S. Sullivan. 67 Spanish Air. 143 Chas. W. Glover. 110 - 25 15 Anonymous. 155 47 The Evening Bell, The Evening Gun, The Fire of Home, The Forget-me-Not, 71 C. M. Von Weber. 159 Nearer, My God, to Thee, - Italian Air. 106 8 James Hine. 21 J. L. Molloy. 37 The Future Smiles Still Brightly, G. Donizetti. 144 The Kerry Dance, Gungl. 130 Samuel Lover. 33 W. M. Thackeray. 160 The Lights Fade out of Calmed Sea, Steadman. 91 Oh, Touch Those Chords Again, Old Oaken Bucket, Old Tubal Cain, 22 6 Once Again the Flowers We Gather, V. Bellini. Origin of the Harp, - Ossian's Serenade, Our Wonderful House, Over the Waves We Float, Pagoda Bells, The, Thomas Moore. W. F. Crafts. 173 Peaceful Slumbering on the Ocean, Play-Time Songs Play-Time Songs, Pleasure Climbs to Every Mountain, Portuguese Hymn, Press On, Press On, Punchinello, Rataplan, Ring On, Ye Bells, Rise, My Soul, and Stretch Thy Roll, Jordan, Roll, Sadly Bend the Flowers, Soldiers' Chorus ("Faust"), Song of Night, - T. H. Bayly. Little Folks. 101 G. Donizetti. The Sound of Harps Angelical, The Watcher, S. Woodworth The World is Full of Beauty, T. Wood. 78 J. J. Rousseau. 41 A. Rubenstein. 108 Thou'rt Like Unto a Flower, Through the Rustling Woods, Twilight Dews, Charles Kingsley. 126 Unveil thy Bosom, Faithful Tomb, Isaac Watts. 173 Vesper Chime, The, 9 31 We Are All Noddin' George Linley. 109 Favorite Glee. 83 Round. 163 G. Linley. 88 We'll Laugh and Sing All Cares Away, G. Verdi. 86 When Little Samuel Woke, Chas. Kingsley. 20 Where Are Now the Hopes I Cherished? Bellini. 56 Who is He Plants for the Days to Come? Gounod 81 seasons on-ward flow, Each string is silent found. Put forth thy hand, and gent - ly thoughts to things a sweet, bove, And taught the early prayer. But manhood's years a tale have be the soul's true |