A sail in sight appears, We hail her with three cheers: GO, LOVELY ROSE! E. WALLER.] Go, lovely rose ! [Music by H, PHILLIPS, Tell her that wastes her time and me, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to le. Tell her that's young, In deserts where no men abide, Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Suffer herself to be desired, Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share ADDITIONAL VERSE. [By HENRY KIRKE WHITE.] Yet, though thou fade, From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise; That goodness Time's rude hand defies,- J. O'KEEFE.] THE WOLF. [Music by SHIELD. At the peaceful midnight hour, H. DRAYTON.] YES, 'TIS A SPELL. [Music by J. Duggan. Yes, 'tis a spell hath o'er me cast And thus, for ever, may it last, Her bright eyes now before me shine, We will be happy, nor forego LOVING AND LIKING. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by S. GLOVER. FIRST VOICE. Dear Fanny, you told me one day There a great difference was, rather striking, As great as between "yea" and "nay,' Between the words "loving" and "liking." SECOND VOICE. Dear sister, you can't love a rose, You may like it, to that no objection; You may rave about lilies, for those You've been told, you say, suit your complexion. DUET. Oh! loving and liking, ah me! What a fuss does this world make about them: But think what we maidens should be, Were we left in it lonely without them. FIRST VOICE. I love what I like, and I like What I love, beyond doubt, and that dearly; So, if I the balance must strike, I should call them the same very clearly. SECOND VOICE. But loving's a different thing, Not that I love-the weakness I But did I, my passion should cling spurn it; Where a heart was, at least, to return it! FIRST VOICE. Ah! Fanny, I vow and declare My maxim you soon will be proving, [Music by H. RUSSELL. ELIZA COOK.] When it sparkled like silver through meadow and dell. Where roses and jasmines embower'd the door And led off the ball with his soul in his glance. The mill is in ruins, no welcoming sound In the mastiff's quick bark, and the wheels dashing round. The house, too, forgotten, and left to decay; And the miller long dead-all I loved pass'd away! AUTUMN LEAVES LIE STREW'D AROUND. [Music by J. HULLAH. C. DICKENS.] Autumn leaves, autumn leaves lie strew'd around me here Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear! How like the hopes of childhood's day, How like those hopes in their decay, Autumn leaves, &c. Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves that fly before the gale Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, ye tell a mournful tale! Of love once true, of friends once kind, And happy moments fled Dispersed by every breath of wind, Autumn leaves, &c. DEAR SUMMER MORN. C. JEFFERYS.] [Music by S. GLOVER. How merrily this summer morn While gracefully the rustling corn There's mirth, there's music ev'rywhere, Above, around, below The very streamlet hath an air Of gladness in its flow. O summer morn, dear summer morn! Thy ruddy glow is on my brow, |