Piano Forte-T. E. M. RICHARDS, E. PLATER.

Vocal Quartett,... "Spring is come.”............Mendelssohn.

Season of pleasures! soon thou art here,
Scattering treasures, crowning the year.
Dances each fountain, rivulets sing,

Valley and mountain, greet thee, O spring!

Gentle gales lightly, fan the warm beam,
Golden fins brightly sport in the stream;
Birds flutter o'er us, all the woods ring,
Nature in chorus greets thee, O spring!

Bees to the bowers, merrily throng,
Sipping the flowers murmuring song.
Heav'nward ascending odours arise,
Breezes descending, float from the skies:
One thither rushes, lightly it flies,
'Tis in the bushes fading in sighs!

Now hither winging, 'tis in my

breast!

When all alone my bonnie love was playing,
And I saw Phoebus stand at a gaze staying,
Alas! I feared there would be some betraying.

(The words translated by T. Watson, A.D. 1590.)