I have no banquet hall, Kathleen,
To grace thy bridal day,

But I've a heart where thou wilt live
Till life hath passed away.

EVER OF THEE.

GEORGE LINLEY.]

[Music by FOLEY HALL.

Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming;

Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer; Thou wert the star that, mildly beaming,

Shone o'er my path when all was dark and drear.

Still in my heart thy form I cherish;

Ev'ry kind thought like a bird flies to thee.
Ah, never, till life and memory perish,
Can I forget how dear thou art to me.
Morn, noon, and night, where 'er I may be,
Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee.

Ever of thee, when sad and lonely,
Wandering afar, my soul's joy, to dwell,-
Ah, then I felt I love thee only:

All seem'd to fade before affection's spell.
Years have not chill'd the love I cherish-
True as the stars hath my heart been to thee.
Ah, never till life and memory perish,

Can I forget how dear thou art to me.
Moru, noon, and night, where'er I may be,
Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee.

THE FIRESIDE SONG.

H. F. CHORLEY.]

[Music by V. WALLACE.

When the children are asleep, and the early stars

retire,

What a pleasant world comes back, in the toil of day forgot,

And the shadows of the past, how they gather round the fire,

With the friends beloved in years, when the fear of death was not.

Then we see the hawthorn hedge newly silver'd o'er by May,

And the ash-tree, lithe and tall, where the mavis loved to sing;

And the orchard on the slope, with its rosy apples gay, And the elder, dark with fruit, that was mirrored in the spring.

When the children, &c.

And the angels of our youth, that so long in earth are cold,

They are calling us again, with their voices mild and low,

Till our minds refuse to dwell by the coffin in the mould,

And arise with them to heaven, where in glory they

are now.

Then with thoughts of rest at eve, be so ever hard the

day,

On our spirits cometh down a contentment calm and

deep;

O! better than the joys of the noisy and the gay,

Is our quiet hour of dreams, when the children are asleep.

When the children, &c.

WHAT'S A' THE STEER, KIMMER?
ANONYMOUS.]

[Scotch Air.

What's a' the steer, kimmer, what's a' the steer?
Jamie he is landed, and soon he will be here;

Gae lace your boddice blue, lassie, lace your boddice

blue,

Put on your Sunday claes, and trim your cap anew,

For I'm right glad o' heart, kimmer, right glad o' heart,

I hae a bonnie breast-knot, and for his sake I'll wear't.
Sin' Jamie has come hame, I hae no cause to fear;
Bid the neebours all come down and welcome Jamie
here.

For I'm right glad, &c.

Where's Roland Todd, lassie? run and fetch him

here,

Bid him bring his pipes, lassie,-bid him tune 'em

clear;

For we'll taste the barley-mow, and we'll foot it to and fro;

Sin' Jamie has come hame, we'll gie him hearty cheer. What's a' the steer, kimmer, what's a' the steer? Jamie he is landed, and soon he will be here.

Bid Allen Ramsey run, bid him kill the fatted deerOh, the neebours little ken how we'll welcome Jamie here.

What's a' the steer, &c.

THE GOLD MINERS.

J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by E. L. HIME.

Hurrah! hurrah! for the yellow gold,
Hurrah! for the sunny land,

Teeming with treasures still untold,
That wait for the miner's hand:
Who'd barter or buy in the busy marts
Of the over-peopled town,

Plotting and plodding till youth departs,
And in age still breaking down.

Then merrily ply the pick and spade,
And rock the cradle fast;

Here we pursue no idle trade,
For we may be rich at last.

Hurrah! hurrah! for the countless heaps,
For the nuggets and the dust;

The rich red gold in the mountain sleeps,
But yield to our strength it must.
What though it hath lain in stream and plain,
For ages that none can scan;

The earth but yields up her wealth again,
Subdued by her master-man.

Then merrily ply the pick and spade, &c.

Hurrah! hurrah! for the bright red gold,
Yet not for itself we sing;

For are not its blessings still untold,
And the comforts it may bring?
The rich alone they have gold to spare,
But he is poor indeed

Who'd not with his fellow-creatures share
In the hour of his care and need.

Then merrily ply the pick and spade, &c.

LOOK ALWAYS ON THE SUNNY SIDE.

STUART FARQUHARSON.]

[Music by E. L, HIME.

Look always on the sunny side-
"Tis wise and better far;

And safer through life's cares to glide
Beneath hope's beaming star.
The springs of rosy laughter lie
Close by the well of tears,
Yet why should merry fancies die
Drown'd in a flood of tears?
Look always on the sunny side-
"Tis wise and better far;

And safer through life's cares to glide
Beneath hope's beaming star.

Look always on the sunny side-
The guiltless bosom can;

Nor tremble midst life's roughest tide-
It is not worthy man.

Why should the heart with vain regret
Break joy's enchanted spell?
Though age be come, love lingers yet
In ev'ry flow'ry dell.

Look always on the sunny side-
"Tis wise and better far;

And safer through life's cares to glide
Beneath hope's beaming star.

Look always on the sunny side-
Earth's not forlorn nor drear;
Hope, ever be through life our guide,
Thy friend nor shadow fear.
The clouds around the setting sun
Add glory to the skies-
Thus, shadows round us darkly flung
Make brighter days arise.
Look always on the sunny side-
"Tis wise and better far;

And safer through life's cares to glide,
Beneath hope's beaming star.

THE LOW-BACK'D CAR.

SAMUEL LOVER.]

[Music by S. LOVER.

When first I saw sweet Peggy,

"Twas on a market-day,

A low-back'd car she drove, and sat
Upon a truss of hay;

But when that hay was blooming grass,
And deck'd with flow'rs of spring,
No flow'r was there that could compare
With the blooming girl I sing.

As she sat in the low-back'd car,
The man at the turnpike bar
Never asked for his toll,
But just rubbed his old poll,
And look'd after the low-back'd car.