Sleep, thou tired heart, whose mountain pulses droop

Within the valley cold:

On pains and pleasures, fears and hopes of life,
Let go thine hold.

Sleep, for 'tis only sleep, and there shall be new life

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I cried in my passionate pain!

Pinsuti

......

Why kneel where the happy are kneeling?

All wishes and pray'rs are vain."

And casting my sad eyes upward

As my heart was by anguish wrung,

A shower of jewell'd radiance

On the pillar beside me was flung;
It came from the western window,
With the sunset all ablaze,

Where Martyr and Saint were painted-
And I could not choose but gaze.
And methought as I gazed, that a lesson
From the storied pane did shine,
And patience and hope were taught me,
By a sorrow greater than mine!

PART II.

CANTATA "The Three Jovial Huntsmen." Anderton

THE CHOIR.

(With Orchestral Accompaniment)

Violins-HERR MUELLER MR. J. W. GUNNISS

MR. J. W. RENDLE

MR. A. HARRIS MR. W. E. BROCKWAY MR. A. HART

MR. G. D. PETRIE A. WEBBER

J. ALEXANDROFF

Violas-REV. G. W. DE LISLE

MR. S. R. WEBB

Violoncello-- MR. J. BOATWRIGHT

Contrabasso-MR. J. WATSON

F. BLIGH

A. H. MACPHERSON

REV. F. G. HUME

ITs of three jovial huntsmen, an' a hunting they did go;
An' they hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' they blew their horns

also.

Look ye there!

An' one said, "Mind yo'r e'en, an' keep yo'r noses reet i'

th' wind,

An' then by scent or seet, we'll leet o' summat to our mind." Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the

Was a tatter't boggart, in a field, an'

first thing they did find that they left behind. Look ye there!

One said it was a boggart, an' another he said "Nay;
It's just a ge'man-farmer, that has gone an' lost his way."
Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a gruntin', grindin' grindlestone, an' that they left behind.
Look ye there!

One said it was a grindlestone, another he said "Nay;
It's nought but an' owd fossil cheese, that somebody's roll't

away."

Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was two-three children leaving school, an' these they left behind.

Look ye there!

One said that they were children, but another he said "Nay; They're no' but little angels, so we'll leave 'em to their play." Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was two young lovers in a lane, an' these they left behind. Look ye there!

One said that they were lovers, but another he said "Nay; They're two poor wanderin' lunatics-come, let us go away." Look ye there!

So they hunted, and they hollo'd, till the setting of the sun; An' they'd nought to bring away at last, when th' huntin'day was done.

Look ye there!

Then one unto the other said, "This huntin' doesn't pay; But we'n powler't up an' down a bit, an' had a rattlin' day." Look ye there!

SONG....

"The Better Land."

REV. F. G. HUME.

Cowen

"I HEAR thee speak of the better land,
Thou call'st its children a happy band;
Mother, where is that radiant shore?
Shall we not seek it, and weep no more?
Is it where the flower of the orange blows,
And the fire-flies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?"
"Not there, not there, my child!"

"Is it far away in some region old;

Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold;
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine
And the diamond lights up the secret mine;
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand—
Is it there, sweet mother, that better land?"

"Not there, not there, my child!''