THE OLD MAN AND THE CHILD! CHARLES DICKENS.] [Music by JOHN HULLAH. The child and the old man sat alone, Of the old green boughs that had richly grown In the deep thick forest glade! That rustling of the oak; And the gentle breeze play'd lightly round, "Dear father, what can honour be, Now, tell me, father, I beseech, "It is a name, a name, my child, When men were rude, their passions wild, When in armour bright the warrior bold Beneath the abbey pavement old That warrior's dust now lies. "The iron hearts of that old day It only gilds the gambler's strife, THE WIND AND THE BEAM! Sir EDWARD BULWER LYTTON.] [Music by JOHN BLOCKLEY. The wind and the beam loved the rose, And the rose loved one; For, who seeks the wind as it blows, Or loves, or loves not the sun? None knew whence the humble wind stole, None dreamt that the wind had a soul, In its mournful sighs. The wind, &c. Oh, happy beam, how canst thou prove In thy light is the proof of thy love, Unwelcome its sigh; Mute to its rose let it steal, Its proof is to die! The wind, &c. ORANGES, SWEET ORANGES! Oh, oranges, sweet oranges, My lady look'd through the orange tree. Yet cheeks there are, yet cheeks there are, That make a thirst like very death, Down to the heart, through lips and breath; The kindest owners would turn foes. Oh, la, la-la sol fa mi My lady's down the orange tree. NAPOLEON'S MIDNIGHT REVIEW. Baron ZEDLITZ.] [Music by Chevalier NEUKOMM. At midnight's dreary hour is heard a fearful sound, The spectre-drummer's summons, parading round and round; With his fleshless hands fast rolling, rolling in wonted play That awful signal rally, he takes his ghostly way. Oh! strange and wild is the 'larum peal that through the darkness comes, It stirs, it wakens the valiant ones, laid low in their grassy tcmbs; The hearts that lie in the depths congealed of northern ice and snows, And those o'er whose unnumber'd heaps Italian summer glows, The brave in the slimy Nile enwrapt, and in Arabia's sands, They start from their graves, and arms again bedeck their glittering hands. At the midnight hour, afar and near, th' unearthly clamours flow, And he who pours the trumpet blast is riding to and fro; On their airy steeds on ev'ry side the thronging dead obey The blood-stain'd hosts of the battle-field, in all their fierce array, Ghostly, beneath their gleaming helms, the grinning skulls appear, And countless weapons high in air, their bony hands uprear. And at the midnight hour the chieftain leaves his grave; Slowly he comes, on his charger white, amid his chosen brave; He wears no tow'ring plume, no mark of kingly pride, And small is the sheathed sword that hangs his shadowy form beside. The boundless plain illuming, the yellow moonbeams shine, The squadrons form, and the hero there surveys the warrior line; The ranks salute their silent lord, the stately march renew, And now, with clanging music, pass before their master's view. Marshals and generals round him in circling order go, And a word to one beside him the chieftain whispers low; That word with lightning swiftness flies through all the wondrous train, "France!" 'tis their watchword, and again—the password "St. Helen!" Thus, at the midnight hour, along th' Elysian shore, Wanders a mighty spirit that toils on earth no more. HAVE FAITH IN ONE ANOTHER. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by JAMES PERBING. Have faith in one another, When ye meet in friendship's name; And his heart should throb the same. Ye may need that friendship yet. Have faith in one another, When ye whisper love's fond vow: Have faith in one another, For should doubt alone incline, Have faith in one another, OF WHAT IS THE OLD MAN T. H. BAYLY.] THINKING? [Music by J. P. KNIGHT. Of what is the old man thinking |