Bleaker winds the flowers benumbing; Good night! Good night! Man now seeks his peaceful dwelling, Good night! Good night! THE COTTAGE AND MILL. FANNY E. LACY.] [Music by FANNY E. LACY. Have you seen the new cottage just built by the squire ? And is it not all a fond heart can desire? With its pretty white gate, which half-open doth stand, Yes! there it was once stood the old water-mill, Our friend has departed, the mill has decayed, But Time still, we know, like the mill, goeth round- ANONYMOUS.] JOHNNY SANDS. [Music by J. SINCLAIR. A man, whose name was Johnny Sands, And though she brought him gold and lands, For, oh, she was a scolding wife, Full of caprice and whim; Says he, "Then I will drown myself; Says she, "Pray do, you silly elf! Says he, "Upon the brink I'll stand, And push me in with all your might." "For fear that I should courage lack, Pray tie my hands behind my back." She tied them fast, as you may think, All down the hill his loving bride To push him in; he stepped aside, Now splashing, dashing, like a fish, "I can't, my dear, though much I wish, For you have tied my hands." Mrs. GROOME.] OVER THE SEA. [Music by Mrs. GROOME, Over the sea, over the sea, Hear what a little bird whispered to me- Somebody's coming ere long. Gallant hearts, valiant and strong! Hear what a bonnie bird whispered to me- Somebody's coming ere long! Over the sea, over the sea, Too long my laddie has wandered fra' mc- Now he is coming once more. On his own native shore! Let us march, march, march, And bear him in triumph along! Hear what a bonnie bird whispered to mc Over the sea, over the sea, Charlie is coming once more! BEAUTIFUL VENICE. J. E. CARPENTER.] Beautiful Venice ! city of song! [Music by J. P. KNIGHT. What mem'ries of old to thy regions belong! Where the winds gently sigh as the sweet twilight fades! I have known many homes, but the dwelling for me Is beautiful Venice, the bride of the sea! Beautiful Venice ! Queen of the earth! Where dark eyes shine brightly 'mid music and mirth Where gay serenaders, by light of the star, Oft mingle their songs with the dulcet guitar! I have known many homes, but the dwelling for me [Music by J. L. HOPKINS. THE CHILD AND THE DEWDROPS. J. E. CARPENTER.] "Oh, father, dear father! why pass they away, The dewdrops that sparkled at dawning of dayThat glittered like stars by the light of the moon, Oh, why are those dewdrops dissolving so soon? Does the sun, in his wrath, chase their brightness away, As though nothing that's lovely might live for a day? "My child," said the father, "look up to the skies, There there are the dewdrops in glory reset, To mourn not earth's fair things though fleeting away? For, though youth of its brightness and beauty be riven, All that withers on earth blooms more brightly in heaven." Alas, for the father! how little knew he The words he had spoken prophetic could be! THE BEST OF ALL GOOD COMPANY. BARRY CORNWALL.] Sing! Who sings [Music by HENRY PHILLIPS, To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys! the Vine! The mother of mighty Wine. O'er wall and tree, And sometimes very good company. Drink!-Who drinks To her who blusheth and never thinks? The Grape, boys! the Grape! Until she be turned to Wine! For better is she, Than vine can be, And very, very good company! |