With trembling haste the seal she breaks, The billet-doux when I receive, I press it to my throbbing heart; совв. POOR THEODORE'S FORGOT! -GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Miss De Camp. THE other day, when I was dancing MAZZINGHI. And with the flowerets sweet advancing, At your feet the offering fell, A sigh, your woe betraying, O'erpower'd the smile you meant to give, While in vain to speak essaying. Ah! could I your griefs relieve: O let me hope to see reviving All the gaiety you know; When, for your kind attention striving, My childish sports approving, My trifling all your cares beguil'd; CARLISLE. THE SILKEN CORD. BIRCHALL, LONDON. Sung in Private Circles. WITH conscious pride I view the band Can join these scatter'd gems in one; HAIGN. G. NICKS, THE COTTAGE QUEEN. PRESTON, LONDON.COM, AND A Sung by Mrs Bland. SAY, did you mark that lonely cot Beside yon limpid spring, G. NICKS. Round which the honey-suckle sweet And she, by all the rustic train, Was call'd the COTTAGE QUEEN. Her cheek was like the damask rose; At tales of woe, soft trickling tears Her heart was chastity itself; Her thoughts were free from guile : The new-born infant's smile. Their suff'rings to redress. MOORE.. THE MAID OF MARLIVALE. -HIME, LIVERPOOL. STEVENSON. Sung at the Liverpool Concerts. WHERE is the nymph, whose azure eye The sun is sunk, the moon is high, Was that her footstep on the hill,- No; 'twas wind, and all was still, Oh! maid of Marlivale. Come to me, love,—I've wander'd far; Oh! maid of Marlivale. THE SOLDIER, SLUMB'RING, ETC. G. WALKER. ---WALKER, LONDON. Sung by Mr Dignum. THE soldier, slumbʼring after war, Far other raptures fill his veins, -WHITAKER. And sounds of war give place to tales of love. The soldier, tranquil after war, Heeds no more the din of arms; The trumpet nor the drum, from far, Rouse him with their loud alarms: But softer strains and softer airs And hail the hero guardian of the fair. The soldier, tranquil still in peace, Thinks how oft the field was won,- While all around the vet'ran creep, ADDISON, THE WOODLAND MAID. SKEFFINGTON. --KELLY, LONDON. Sung by Mr Gibbon. THE woodland maid, my beauty's queen, Let others sigh for mines of gold, I would, unmov'd, such toys behold, |