On plighted vows, on transports dwell; From thy record these fondly tell, ANON. THE SOLDIER TIR'D, ETC. -DALE, ETC. LONDON. Sung by Mrs Billington. THE soldier, tir'd of war's alarms, And scorns the spear and shield; ARNE. HOPE TOLD A FLATT'RING TALE. DR WALCOTT. GOULDING, LOND. Sung by Madame Mara. HOPE told a flatt'ring tale, For Love is doom'd to mourn. Ah! where's the flatt'rer gone? For Love is doom'd to mourn. PAISIELLO, The happy dream of Love is o'er; T. HOARE. ARE YE FAIR, ETC. DALE, LONDON. Sung by Madame Storace. ARE ye fair as opening roses? PAISIELLO. ANON. THE MANSION OF PEACE. PRESTON, LONDON. AS AN INTE WEBBE. Sung by Mr Harrison. RECITATIVE. SOFT Zephyr, on thy balmy wing, AIR. A rose from her bosom had stray'd; I'll wear it, fond youth, next my heart. Alas, silly rose, hadst thou known WHILE I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you, But if it gives pleasure to you, my dear Harry, Shall I blame your departure? Ah! no, my love, no. Now do not, dear Hall, while abroad you are straying, That heart, which is mine, on another bestow: Nay, banish that frown, such displeasure betraying: Do you think I'd suspect you? Oh! no, my love, no. I believe you too kind for one moment to grieve me, Or plant in a heart which adores you such woe; Yet should you dishonour my truth, and deceive me, Should I e'er cease to love you? Ah! no, my love, no. BRAHAM. THE ORIGIN OF GUNPOWDER. T. DIBDIN. -CORRI, LONDON. Sung by Mr Incledon. WHEN Vulcan forg'd the bolts of Jove Long may she hold the awful right; Her soldiers brave, and gallant tars, |