To be ruled by a merciful Queen, C. JEFFERYS.] Here's a health, &c. VIVA, VICTORIA. [Music by S. GLOVER. Rouse, ye lovers of peace and order, Of true freedom with honour united, Rally round the old banner of England, And its glory shall never be blighted. We have bold hearts in Britain's dominions, Who dare all that freemen should dare; But the throne and the Queen is our watchword, And let traitors and foemen beware, Viva, viva, Victoria! Health to the Queen! strength to the throne! We'll have peace, but it must be with honour, And beware, lest these self-seeking martyrs, By the head or the hand, if he toileth, THE HARDY NORSEMAN'S HOUSE OF B. L. PRARSALL.] YORE. [Ancient Norse Melody. The hardy Norseman's house of yore And there he gather'd bright renown, Oh, ne'er should we forget our sires, They bravely won a gallant name, Too narrow was their native land And let it aye be borne in mind, A thousand years are nearly past, At Hastings fought, and won the crown The sceptre of the main they left Who, mindful of their ancient fame, The Norman and the Saxon foe And we, their children, still maintain LONGFELLOW.] BEWARE! (FROM THE GERMAN.} [Music by J. L. HATTON. I know a maiden fair to see, Take care! She has two eyes so soft and brown, Take care! And she has hair of golden hue, Take care! She gives thee a garland woven fair, Take care! THE HAPPIEST LAND. LONGFELLOW.] (FROM THE GERMAN.) [Music by J. L. HATTON There sat one day in quiet, The landlord's daughter filled their cup Then sat they all so calm and still, And spake not one rude word. But when the maid departed, A Suabian raised his hand, And cried, all hot and flush'd with wine, Cannot with that compare; With all the stout and hardy men, "Ha!" cried a Saxon, laughing, And dash'd his beard with wine, "I'd rather live in Lapland, Than that Suabian land of thine; The goodliest land on all this earth, It is the Saxon land; There have I as many maidens As fingers on my hand!" "Hold your tongues, both Suabían and Saxon!" A bold Bohemian cries; "If there's a heaven upon the earth, There the tailor blows his flute, PESTAL. W. H. BELLAMY.] Yes! it comes at last! [Italian Air. And, from a troubled dream awaking, Death will soon be past! And brighter worlds around me breaking. Hark! methinks I hear sweet voices sing to me"Soon thou wilt be free, child of misery; Rest, and endless joys in heaven are waiting thee; Spirit, spread thy wings and flee !" Yes! the strife is o'er, With all its pangs, with all its sorrow; Hope shall droop no more, For endless day will dawn to-morrow. Proud oppressor, vain thy utmost tyranny; Yes! it comes at last! And, from a troubled dream awaking, And brighter worlds around me breaking. I'LL KEEP THEE IN REMEMBRANCE. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by J. E. PERRING. I'll keep thee in remembrance still, I'll keep thee in remembrance till I'll keep thee in remembrance, thou I do not ask thee still to view This lone and wayward course of mine,- The path o'er which you shine! I'll keep thee in remembrance till For memory is undying still, |