And said such gentle things and kind, His mother dear, whose heart was breaking; This little boy became a man, And cruel war again was raging; The stranger to the battle went, And fell where fire and sword were raging! And, by his bold and brave behaviour, Good deeds are never ill bestow'd. WHERE IS ELLEN? SKEFFINGTON.KELLY, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Mountain. WHERE is Ellen?-rural beauty; J. ADDISON. Tho' time may steal the rose of youth, Where is Ellen?-rural beauty; Point the path-dire& me there: Reason sanctions fondest duty, Some graces time will steal away, Where, then, is the rural beauty? Mine is still a heart of duty, Ardent love, and tender care. CHERRY. THE GLAD TRUMPET. -CORRI, LONDON. Sung by Mr Braham. HE was fam'd for deeds of arms; CORRI Love to conquest now must yield. He with love and conquest burns: Rush'd, and caught him in her arms! O Death! he cries, thou'rt welcome now to me! For, hark! the trumpet sounds a victory! MUSIC FIRST WITH VOICE, ETC. CHERRY. -CORRI, LONDON. Sung by Mr Braham. MUSIC first with voice rebounding, They soar and sing, And sail thro' air on downy wing! Thus, thro' the skies, Till Science fix'd its limit❜ry: And now the godlike maid can range Tho' the rules of art her flight confine, Her pow'r o'er the soul can thought refine; CORRE Then, blest Cecilia, hail!—all hail to thee, First struck the chord that gave to melody ANON. TOGETHER LET US RANGE, ETC. GOULDING, LONDON, Sung by Mrs Dickons and Mr Incledon. TOGETHER let us range the fields, Impearled with the morning dew; ANON. THE BROW OF THE HILL. PRESTON, LONDON. Sung by Mr Bowden. ARNE SHIELD TO the chase, to the chase, on the brow of the hill, What music celestial, when urging the race, Our pleasure transports us!-how gay flies the hour! Sweet Health and quick spirits attend; Not sweeter when evening convenes to the bower, And we meet the lov'd smile of a friend. To the chase, &c. See the stag just before us-he starts at the cry! must he die? His innocent aspect while standing at bay, His expression of anguish and pain, All plead for compassion; and your looks seem to say, Let him live! let him bound o'er his forest again! To the chase, &c. ANON. THE NEGRO MOTHER. -BRODERIP, LONDON. Sung at the Public Concerts. THE orange flow'rs, on Cuba's strand, Was heard the sad Hindara's wail. Reclining by the foaming flood, She hush'd the infant on her knee; -ROSS. Sweet babe-her breast was streak'd with blood, Green are the groves on Benin's shore, |