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Marlborough College Mușical Society.

THIRTY-FOURTH

2 muual Evening Concert,

MONDAY, DECEMBER 19th, 1881,

To commence at Half-past Seven o'clock precisely..

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Conductor, .....MR. W. S. BAMBRIDGE, MUS. B.

Slewards.

MR. C. SANKEY
Rev. F. G. HUME
MR. P. HARDY
MR. E. PEAKE
MR. H. J. GLENNIE
MR. H. M. LEAF

H. L. CALLENDAR
F. E. ROWE
F. H. FOX
H. M. CAREY
G. R. LASCELLES

F. A. JUCKES

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PART 1. OVERTURE. ....... “Iphigenia.” .......... Auber

Violins-HERR MUELLER

MR. J. W. GUNNISS
MR. J. W. RENDLE
Viola - MR. S. R. WEBB
VioloncelloMR. J. BOATWRIGHT
Contrabasso—MR. J. WATSON
Pianoforte-MR. W. S. BAMBRIDGE

CHORUS ..“THE WELCOME.”..W. S. Bambridge.

THE CHOIR.

T. COOPER
F. H. BLISS

L. A. FRANCIS
G. S. CHITTENDEN E. C. CARPENTER E. M. HARVEY
T. W. COOKE
H. DOBIE

P. HORTON SMITH
R. H. CUNNINGHAM W. E. KINGSBURY H. D. HOUSEMAN
A. E. DAWSON
A. C. ROSS

R. H. ISACKE
E. N. GARDINER C. STREET

A. B. JACKSON
G. V. HARDING
E. J. TEESDALE

C. H. LAMBERT
R. T. A. HUGHES J. E. ALSTON

E. E. B. LAN DON
W. R. LEWIS
R. A. BATLEY

H. T, MICHELL
A. B. TURNER
E. F. BENSON

R. MOLONY
0. F. WATERFIELD J. M. BERESFORD H. E. OLIVIER
G. H. WESTCOTT. .W. BOLDERO

A. PEAKE
0. WYNNE
. A. BRYANT

E. D. S. RAM
W. F. BLANDFORD P. E. BUCKNALL J. S, RISLEY
C. E. LAIDLAY
DE, V. CAREY

A M. SMITH
H. R. ROBERTSON J. B. CARRUTHERS A. STIFFE
N. C. TAYLOR
S. H. CLARK

G. E. 6 STREATFEILD
E. P. ADAMS
H. J. COOPER

F. P. S. YEATMAN C. E. BLISS

G. P. CROOKENDEN

MR G. W. RUNDALL, Choir Master.
Comes again the hour of welcome,

Meets again each well-known friend ;
Deck the wall with flow'r and garland,

Voice and labour gladly lend :
Some from Cam and some from Isis,

Here of old they bore their parts ;
In the School where yet their names live

Let them know our heart of hearts.

Welcome all, and welcome always,

Heroes known and cheered of yore,
In the Class List or the 'Indian,'

“At the willow or the oar.
Welcome now, and welcome ever,

Come again in many a year,
Come and find what greeting waits for

Marlborough past from Marlborough here.

Thus we greet whom we remember,

Brothers in the days of old ;
There are newer friends around us,

Nor to them be greeting cold.
Open wide the door and wider !

Hang new garlands on the wall !
Welcome friend and welcome stranger !

Welcome one and welcome all !

FOUR-PART Song “Nobody Cares for Thee!" Richards

THE CHOIR.
As I walked by myself I said to myself,

And myself said again to me,
Look, look to thyself, take care of thyself,

For nobody cares for thee!

Song.......... “My Queen.” ........ Blumenthal

MR. E. PEAKE.
WHERE and how shall I earliest meet her,
What are the words she first will say,
By what name shall I learn to greet her,
I know not now, but t'will come some day.
With the self-same sunlight shining upon her,
Streaming down on her ringlets sheen,
She is standing somewhere, she I would honour,
She that I wait for, my Queen, my Queen.

I will not dream of her tall and stately,
She that I love may be fairly light;
I will not say she should walk sedately,
Whatever she does, it will sure be right.
And she may be humble or proud, my lady,
Or that sweet calm, which is just between.
· But whenever she comes, she will find me ready
To do her homage, my Queen, my Queen !

But she must be courteous, she must be holy,
Pure in her spirit, the maiden I love,
Whether her birth be noble or lowly,
I care no more than the spirit above.
And I'll give my heart to my lady's keeping,
And ever her strength on mine shall lean ;
And the stars shall fall, and the angels be weeping,
E’er I cease to love her, my Queen, my Queen.

PART Song.... "Lullaby of Life." .. Henry Leslie.

THE CHOIR.
SLEEP, little flower, whose petals fade and fall

O’er the sunless ground;
Ring no more peals of perfume on the air ;

Sleep long and sound.

Sleep, summer wind, whose breathing grows more faint,

As night draws slowly nigh ;
Cease thy sweet chanting in the cloistral woods,

And seem to die.

Sleep, thou great ocean, whose wild waters sink

Under the setting sun;
Hush the loud music of thy warring waves

Till night is done:

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