Chorus. Love with myrtle leaves and rosy flowers,
Now will strew thy future hours.

Bridesmaid. And may our wreath an emblem prove
Of sweetest hours of bliss and love;
For when the rose of youth is past,
The constant myrtle still shall last.
Love with myrtle leaves and rosy flowers
Now will strew thy future bours.

Chorus.

During this Song, AGNES has a wreath of white roses placed on her headgiven by the HERMIT.

BALLAD, (Agnes) Miss PATON.

Tho' the gay path of life fairest flow'rs may adorn,
Every step should with caution be trod;
For too oft, on our way, we encounter the thorn,
And the serpent that lurks in the sod.

So the heart may still in the tranquil breast
Of the danger near unsuspecting rest,

'Till the eye of affection discovers the sign,
And that eye of affection is mine!

So, my love, when our fates once united shall be,
Let my heart all thy tenderness prove,
Ever watchful to guard it, a treasure to thee,
Though 'twill bring thee no treasure but love.
For who shall boast in life's devious way,
That their steps shall ne'er into danger stray?
Then let watchful affection discover the sign,
And that eye of affection be thine.

CHORUS OF HUNTSMEN.

What equals on earth the delight of the huntsman,
For whom does life's cup more enchantingly flow;
To follow the stag through the forests and meadows,
When brightly the beams of the morning first glow.
Oh! this is a pleasure that's worthy of princes,

And health in its wanderings can ever be found;
When echoing caverns and forests surround us,
More blithely the pledge of the goblet will sound.
Hark! follow, &c.

The light of Diana illumines our forest,

The shades where in summer we often retreat; Nor is then the fell wolf in his covert securest,

The boar from his lair is laid at our feet.

Oh! this is a pleasure, &c.

DUET, Miss PATON and Mr. BRAHAM.

(Rodolph and Agnes.)
(Accompanied on FOUR HORNS.)

Oh, Fortune, we hail thee!

The trial attending,

J My

Hefforts befriending,
Oh grant {men}

me

e'er fail {thee}

Can courage e'er fail

While, thus condescending,

Our Prince is attending,

Our union to bless.

success!

Sung to OTTOCAR, the Prince, who is come to witness the Trial Shot.

At the commencement of the Chorus, RODOLPH fires the trial shot, which by the influence of ZAMIEL is directed to CASPAR, who falls from a tree, where he was hidden to witness the destruction of AGNES by this shot. AGNES also falls, and is supposed to have been killed; but is protected by the sacred roses given her by the HERMIT previously.

GRAND FINALE.

Chorus. See, O see! the shot his bride hath struck.
A huntsman fell from yonder oak.

We scarcely dare around to look.
Oh, scene of terror and of fear!
Round this dreadful scene of borror
Dare we scarcely turn our eyes.
Who, beneath this blow of terror,
Who hath been the sacrifice?

Agnes. Where am I? and was it but a dream?

Anne.

Rod. &

Kuno.

Cho.

Oh, scene of joy!

She lives!

By hope's effulgent beamn

Our hearts are yet surrounded.
See, here lies one all wounded,
Bathed in the purple tide.

Caspar. I saw the hermit by her side;

My lot his cast,

My life of sin is past.

Agnes. I live again; 'twas nought but fear was on me. I live, again to love and rejoice.

Kuno.

Rod.

She breathes again.

She smiles upon me

Agnes. My love.
Rod.

It is her own lov'd voice. My Agnes lives-she lives again. Cho. By hope's effulgent beam

Our hearts are yet surrounded.

Caspar. Thou, Zamiel, here now;

Cho.
Kuno.

Cho.

And is it thus thou keep'st thy vow?
Take then thy prey; thee and thy fiends I dare.
Accursed be they and thou.

Hear, and of his crimes beware.
His path was ever trod in vice,
And he hath fallen a sacrifice.
His path was ever trod in vice,
And he hath fallen a sacrifice.
He fell to vice a fearful prey;
Ottocar. Go, bear from hence the wretch away.
(To Rod.) This mystery, thou alone canst solve it;
The cause of these strange scenes reveal;
And woe to thee if thou do'st aught conceal.
Sire, worthless do I stand before thee;
Oh, let my grief assuage thy wrath.
The clouds of woe were low'ring o'er me,
I madly turn'd from virtue's path.
Sire, the bullets shot within thy sight,
With horrid rites were cast at dead of night.
Then haste away, avoid my sight for ever,
Nor dare return into this land.

Rod.

Otto.

Rod.

From heavenly virtue hell must sever; No, ne'er shalt thou receive this maiden's hand. Forlorn, detected, my prayer rejected, Oh whither shall I turn, my shame to hide. Kuno. Let mercy still thy judgment guide. Have pity on his weeping bride.

Anne.

Cho.

His heart was ne'er to vice inclin'd,
But pure and pious was his mind.

Anne.

Kuno, &

Let mercy still thy justice guide.

Cho.

Otto.

No

The fount of justice pure must flow;
Away, your prayers are vain.
Hence from my sight, nor dare return again.

Hermit. Shall sinful man, shall man presume,
An erring fellow-mortal thus to doom.

Otto.

And do'st thou, holy man, and bless'd by
Heaven,

Whom fame with virtuous glory hath array'd,
Thus stay the doom my tongue bath given.
Pronounce it thou, thy will shall be obey'd.
Hermit. Let then annull'd from hence this trial be,
And as to Heaven for grace we flee,
And seek for peace and mercy there
By lowly penitence and prayer,

Otto.

Cho.

Otto.

Rod.

Anne.

Be pardon off the hapless youth bestow'd,
And lead him back to virtue's road.
Thy word sufficeth me;

The Godhead speaks in thee.

Hail, noble prince, our prayers are not in vain,
For peace and mercy sinile again.

To prove my pardon is sincere,

My hand shall consecrate the marriage band.
Oh, while possess'd of this bright treasure,
No vicious thought will dare intrude;
Oh, let these glowing tears of pleasure
Proclaim my bosom's gratitude.

Otto. As we should hope to be fogiven,
Hermit. So should we other's faults forgive.
And, oh! with what enraptured feeling
Shall I the bridal chaplet wreathe!
And may the blest award of Heaven
Decree that ye in joy may live.

Кипо.

Agnes. Oh let these glowing tears of pleasure
Proclaim my bosom's gratitude.

Hermit. Now raise your hands, and, humbly kneeling,
In tuneful song your grateful spirits breathe.
Now let us raise our hands and hearts to
Heaven,

Cho.

And thus give praise where praises should be given.

To Heaven then we raise up our hearts and
our voices,

In thanks for the mercy to innocense shown;
Mercy is the brightest jewel

That ever graced a monarch's throne.

END OF THE FIRST ACT.

N.B. The whole of this Opera is now published, for the first time in this Country, agreeably to the original German Score, at the Royal Harmonic Institution, Argyll Rooms; also each piece may be had separately.

ACT II.

GRAND VARIATIONS on the National Air of "Rule, Britannia," for the Piano Forte, by Mrs. ANDERSON.

Ries.

SONG, Mr. BRAHAM.

The celebrated War Song of the Spanish Patriots.
Newly arranged by W. HAWES.

The Words by HAMPDEN NAPIER, Esq.

Lo! from her slumber Liberty waketh;

The chains that would cumber her spirit she breaketh;
Loudly and boldly soundeth her cornet;
And shall we coldly listen, and scorn it.

CHORUS.

On, on; before ye lies all ye cherish;
Win the bright glory, or all nobly perish.

Gleams from the morrow, yon lucid river,
Sparkling, will borrow as brightly as ever;
But on the water, ere noon be glowing,
Crimson'd with slaughter, the stream will be flowing.
Chorus.-On, on, &c.

Not as the current glides from the fountain,
But as the torrent roars from the mountain,
Will we rush forward, by glory spurr'd on,
Vict'ry our war-word, Freedom our guerdon.
Chorus.-On, on, &c.

CONCERTO on the Violin, Mr. MORI.