Still as the present fail'd to charm,
The trickling drop bedew'd my arm;
And, sure, the gem to me most dear,
Was a kind father's pitying tear!

O'KEEFE..

THE TUNEFUL LARK.

PRESTON, LONDON.

Sung by Miss Harper.

THE tuneful lark, as soaring high

Upon its downy wings,

With wonder views the vaulted sky,

And, mounting, sweetly sings,
Ambition swells its little breast,
Suspended high in air;

And, gently dropping to its nest,
Finds real pleasure there.

ARNOLD.

TEARS THAT EXHALE.

ANONYMOUS,LONGMAN, LONDON.

Sung by Master Walsh.

ATTWOOD.

TEARS that exhale from the springs of good-nature,
Fall, like the dew, upon Sympathy's breast;
Wishes reviving bloom with fresh beauty,
And in gay colours are gaudily drest.

Yet when I think on the danger that threatens,
Fear blights my bosom with doubt and dismay;

Fond expectation, so languid and drooping,
Fades, drops its blossoms, and withers away.
Tears that exhale, &c.

ANON.

IN FRANCE I ATTENDED, ETC.

KELLY, LONDON..

Sung by Mr Banister.

KELLY.

IN France I attended the dames and noblesse,
And twisted their curls to the pink of the fashion;
While many a booby, my talent for dress,

Took heart, thro' his head, to discover his passion.
Till the grand Revolution defeated my jobs,—
Set each head running round, that the deuce could
not stop it;

So I left them, for fear their political nobs

Might look after mine, and be tempted to crop it.

I travell❜d to Holland, in hopes that Mynheer Would permit me to mould, with some taste, his rough features;

But the Dutch, with their dams, gave me reason to fear

They would sooner be damn'd, than look like hu

man creatures.

In England awhile I attempted to stay,—

And bus'ness at first was so great, 'twould amaze

ye;

But soon I left off, for the rage of the day

Chang'd from powder or crop to low-comedy jazy!

Now in Germany settled, your ladyship's slave,
No part of my business is ever neglected;
I can chat with the ladies, look merry or grave,

Or a billet-doux carry, where'er 'tis directed.
Half the world I have travers'd, and find, to my cost,
No matter to what spot or clime one convey'd is,
For time, in all nations, is only time lost,
Unless 'tis expended in pleasing the ladies.

ANON,

DELIGHTFUL FREEDOM, ETC.

KELLY, LOND.

Sung by Miss Stephens.

DELIGHTFUL Freedom, by whose pow'r,
Content, we pass the fleeting hour;
From magic torches, we may trace
Thine influence o'er the mind, the face;
Whate'er the ills our lot befal,

Thou hast the skill to charm them all.

In vain Spring's vivid hues combine,
To give the world a tint divine;
Depriv'd of thee, her colours fly,
Unheeded by the captive eye.
Confinement poisons every joy,
Makes earthly pleasures cloy;
Whilst Liberty enhances high
Each bliss we boast, beneath the sky.

KELLY.

CHERRY.

BEWARE OF LOVE!

-CORRI, LONDON.

Sung by Mr Braham.

DEEP in the fountain of this beating heart,

CORRI.

Free as the vital streams from thence that flow,
Dear as my life, from which I'd sooner part,
Than forget to thee the gratitude I owe!
Unvarying with the varied change,
Thro' coast or climate as we range,

No, no, no, no, no, mother, no,
I'll ne'er forget the gratitude I owe!

Blithe as the rays that cheer the blushing morn,

Puls'd in this heart, dear sister, dost thou move; Blest with each charm that can thy sex adorn, Yet, sister, O dear sister, beware of love! Unvarying with the varied change, Thro' coast or climate as we range, Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh! sister, yes, Beware, beware of love!

ANON.

SWEET MARIANNE.

GOULDING, LONDON.

A favourite Song.

SWEET Marianne, thy blooming cheek,
Where health and pleasure smile;

Thy bright blue eyes, that mild bespeak
A heart devoid of guile :

HYLER.

Thy flowing locks, thy fairy feet,
Thy manners' timid grace;

Thy maiden voice, so soothing sweet;
So passing fair thy face.

Not these the source of rapture prove,

Sweet Marianne, to me:

But thou resemblest her I love,
And therefore love I thee.

WHEN INCLINATION, ETC.-DUETT.

ANON.

GOULDING, LONDON.

Sung by Mrs Mountain and Mrs Bland.

TRUE joy resides within the breast,
Where flutt'ring Cupids, sportive, play;
And Hymen is a welcome guest,
When inclination leads the way.
True joy resides, &c.

HOOK.

ANON.

LET NATURE SWAY, ETC.

A FAVOURITE POLLACCA.

-GOULDING, LONDON.

Sung by Miss De Camp.

LET Nature sway the humble mind,
To share the joys she spreads for all;
While splendour, art, and cost combine,
Bedeck my roof, my midnight ball.

-HOOK.