While fountains roll through flowery meads,
And forests lift their verdant heads-
With thee I'd wear my life away,
Insensibly with thee decay.

Linley's Collection.

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-WEBBE, Jun.

(2 Sopranos, Tenor, Bass.)

AH! what were spring without the rose?
The rose, without the nightingale ?
Without a crystal cup that glows

With odorous wine, this vernal vale?

And what thy bard, without his maid?
Light of these eyes! warmth of this blood!
The spring were but a desert shade,

And choirful heaven a solitude.

Words from D' Israeli's Persian Poetry.

(Chappell and Co.)

TRIO.-H. R. BISHOP, Mus. Bac.

(2 Sopranos, Bass.)

A KNIGHT was said

To love a maid,

Who vowed she'd ne'er be kind;

The maid was cold,

The knight was bold,

The maid she changed her mind.

The knight he moved
The maid he loved,
That was so cold before;

The maid so bright

She loved the knight

The knight he loved no more!

Words by Sheridan Knowles.

Bishop's Collection, Vol. 6. (D' Almaine and Co.)

CATCH, for 3 Voices.-CALLCOTT.

"ALAS!" cried Damon, wishing for a wife,
"I cannot, will not singly pass my life;
Ah Delia, let my ardent sighs prevail,
You can but hear and then reject my tale;
And if with smiles you cheer my hapless fate,
Oh triumph, Delia, in my altered state."
Warren's Collection, No. 30.

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-S. WEbbe.

(Alto, 2 Tenors, Bass.)

ALAS! he's gone, and leaves us to deplore
His loss, for social Damon is no more.

How did the listening shepherds round him throng,
To catch the sound from his inspiring song!
How sunlike did he spread around his rays,

And even from envious minds extracted praise!

Visit his tomb, there friendship's odours shed Around his last, obscure, and silent bedStill praying, as you gently move your feet, Soft be his pillow, and his slumbers sweet! Clementi's Vocal Harmony.

GLEE, for 3 Voices.-WEBBE.

(Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

ALAS! how vain has been my search to find
That bliss which centres only in the mind:
Thus have I stray'd from pleasure and repose,
To seek that good which nothing here bestows.
After long toil and voyages in vain,

Quiet, thy port let my toss'd vessel gain!
Of heavenly peace this earnest to me lend-
Let my life sleep, and learn to love her end!
Webbe's Collection, Vol. 3. (Lonsdale.)

ELEGIAC GLEE, for 3 Voices.-DR. HARRINGTON.

(2 Sopranos or Tenors, Bass.)

ALAS! what boast hath blooming youth,

Since thus Florella lies?

Paleness o'er her damask'd cheek,

And closed her beauteous eyes.

If fade these glories of her face,

Ah why such frailty trust,

When virtue still its sweetness keeps,

And blossoms in the dust?

Warren's Collection, No. 7.

EPITAPH, for 4 Voices.-DR. CALLCOTT.

(Alto, 2 Tenors, Bass.)

ALL people now, in your behalf,

Oh think of the fate of Sir John Calf.

O cruel death! more cunning than a fox,

That would not let this calf live 'till he became an ox. Oh that he might have eaten both brambles and thorns, And when he came to his father's years he might have worn the horns.

Warren's Collection, No. 32.

CANON (four in two).-W. HORSLEY, Mus. Bac.

(Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

ALL thy works praise thee, O Lord!
And thy saints give thanks unto thee.

Psalm CXLV. verse 10.

Horsley's Collection.

THE HERDSMAN'S EVENING SONG.

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-JAMES EAST.

(Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

ALLELUIA, Amen!

Hark! those voices sweetly blending-
'Tis the herdsmen's evening song,
On the breeze to heaven ascending,
As they homeward pass along.

Ave, Santa Maria!

Da tu a noi riposo !
Ricevi i nostri grazie,

Santa e bella Vergine.

Now from every humble dwelling
Listen to the fond farewell;

Louder now the strain is swelling,
Distant sounds the village bell.
Now from every humble dwelling,
Listen to the fond farewell!

(Novello.)

Ave, Santa Maria! etc.-Amen.