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And often, when the moaning wind
Stole o'er the summer ocean,
The moonlight scene was all serene,
The waters scarce in motion.
Then while the smoothly-slanting sand
The tall cliff wrapt in shade,
The fisherman beheld a band
Of spectres, gliding hand in hand,
Where the green billows play'd!

And then above the haunted hut

The curlews, screaming, hover'd;
And the low door, with furious roar,
The frothy breakers cover'd:
For in the fisherman's lone shed
A murder'd man was laid,
With ten wide gashes in his head;
And deep was made his sandy bed,
Where the green billows play'd!

And since that hour the fisherman
Has toil'd and toil'd in vain,
For all the night the moony light
Gleams on the spectred main !
And when the skies are veil'd in gloom,
The murd❜rer's liquid way

Bounds o'er the deeply-yawning tomb,

And flashing fires the sands illume,
Where the green billows play!

Nnij

WHY REPRESS FOND LOVE'S, ETC.

HAMPER, ESQ.PRESTON, LONDON.

A favourite Madrigal.

WHY repress fond Love's emotion?
Why the mighty pow'r disown?
Call it not fantastic notion !

Gods the pleasing pain have known.

Jove did roguish Cupid follow;
Bacchus sigh'd, and left his wine;
Blust'ring Mars and gay Apollo
Each confess'd the flame divine.

Then shall mortals, rashly daring,
Doubt what all believe above?
No, no more the truth forswearing,
Though on earth, like gods we'll love.

HOWGILL.

FEMALE HARDSHIP.

M. P. ANDREWS.LAVENU AND CO. LOND. MISS ABRAMS.

A favourite Ballad.

WHEN our tortur'd bosoms bleed,

Think you,

in our looks, to read

Why the starting tear will flow!

Eyes may moisten as we feel;
Sighs escape us, but reveal.

Surely, no-ah, surely, no!

Fearless man, when wrung by care,
Boldly will his griefs declare:

Friendship then may balm bestow!
Timid females, check'd by pride,
Doom'd to suffer, forc'd to hide.
Double woe-yes, double woe!

Pangs, which time can never cure,
We, in silence, must endure:

All may guess, but none must know!
Fate wounds us in the tend'rest part,
The nerve which trembles round the heart.
There's the blow-ah, there's the blow!

ANON.

THE RIVER QUEEN.

PRESTON, LONDON.

Sung by Mrs Bland.

THE water rush'd, the water swell'd!

A fisherman sat nigh,

With tranquil look his line beheld,

And gaz'd with vacant eye!
As thus he sits with careless look,

In twain the water flows,

FLORIO.

And, crown'd with reeds, from out the brook

A lovely woman rose !

To him she sung, to him she said,

"Why tempt'st thou from the flood,

"By arts of cruel man betray'd,

"Fair youth, my scaly brood?

"Ah! knew'st thou how we find it sweet "Beneath the waves to go,

"Thyself would leave the hook's deceit,
"And live with us below!

"Love not their splendour in the main
"The sun and moon to lave?
"Look not their beams as bright again,
"Reflected from the wave?

"Tempts not this river's glassy blue,
"So tranquil, clear, and bright?
"Tempts not thy shade, which bathes in dew,
"And shares our cool delight?"

The water rush'd, the water swell'd!

The fisherman sat nigh,

With wishful glance the brook beheld,

And long'd the wave to try!
To him she said, to him she sung,
The river's guileful queen!
Half in he fell, half in he sprung,

And never more was seen!

SWEET IS THE SERAPH SONG, ETC.

HAMPER, ESQ.

PRESTON, LONDON.

A favourite Song.

SWEET is the seraph song of Peace;
It softly trills upon the ear,
And bids the throbbing tumult cease,
And tells of joy and comfort near.

HOWGILL.

See young Delight, with sparkling eyes,
Elated, hears the welcome strain;
While Discord, hated Discord, flies,
And Plenty leads her smiling train.

But, to the hero, sweeter far

The clanging trump that calls to war:
His soul of fire feels no delight

In dulcet notes ;-he seeks the fight,
And, 'mid the sleety show'r

Ten thousand bowmen pour,

Exults in victor's pride, and puts the foe to flight.

GOD SAVE THE KING!

Sung by the Principal Vocal Performers.

GOD save great George our King,
Long live our noble King,

God save the King!

Send him victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us;
God save the King!

O Lord our God, arise,
Scatter his enemies,

And make them fall!

Confound their politics,

Frustrate their knavish tricks;
On him our hopes we fix;

O save us all!

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