Mister Twight, though his eyes were bad, A nose so keen and sharp had got, A month from the time her hnsband died, Ere the honey-moon had flown, His manners somehow seem'd so strange,He dress'd quite spruce, left her alone, Astonish'd at the change. From righteous path he turned astray. Druved himself in a one-horse-shay- Did the parson's clerk! Only a short time after that, These revels turn'd to grief and care; And when at the truth they did arrive- For gospel grace his bowels yearn'd, THE SPIRIT OF THE SEA. Poetry by M. N. O.—Arranged, expressly for this Work, to an Air by Donizetti. Allegro Moderato. I'm a spirit of ocean! and wander through Its caves' and its pa - la - ces' gor-geous blue! From the whale so rude to the nautilus small, I com-mand with I blow with the Naiads the zephyr light, Or storm the wide waters in wild affright; I go with the bark to a distant land, And return with the home-bound happy band; I mark the patriot's gladdening eye, As the ship sails on so gallantly. I pilot the vessel through dangerous seas, I laugh at its thunders, and mock with my song; Whose voice as the voice of the madman raves; I drink with its king in his rocky cave, And dancing with sea-nymphs, loud Eolus brave Step to geth-er-bold-ly tread, Firm each foot, erect each head; Fix'd in front be ev'ry glance, Forward at the word ad-vance! Serried files that foes may dread, Like the deer on moun-tain heather, Tread light, Left, right, Left right, The moun-tain maid from her bow'r had hied, And sped to the glas - sy ri - - ver's side, Where the ra - diant moon shone clear and bright, And the wil-lows wav'd in the play'd, that he charm'd the ear of the mountain maid; And so blithely 3 gay were the notes he play'd, That he charm'd the ear of the moun-tain maid! She stopp'd, with timid fear oppress'd, So softly sweet was his tuneful ditty, I'VE LOVERS KIND, AND SUITORS MANY. angs of absence thus o'er - paid, A Bri-tish maid would never mourn; Her charms her country's Allegretto. THE FEMALE CRYER. I've lost my heart, I've lost my heart; Pray tell me if you've found it: 'Tis free from scorn, from pride, or art-Has Da-mon's name around it. I've lost my heart, I've lost my heart; Pray tell me if you've found it: 'Tis free from scorn, from pride, or art, Has No heart so constant, soft, and true, Till from this breast last night it flew, When - mon danc'd up - on the green, The sweet-est youth that ere was seen; When Da -mon Da danc'd up-on the green-The sweet-est youth that e'er was seen! Such charms alone my Fine. heart could move,-'Tis constant as the tur-tle dove, 'Tis constant as the tur-tle dove! Mi o't. call, my cry regard, And beau-ty's smile be your reward; And may the fair you D C. bish-ly then the way-worn tra-vel-ler Threads the mazes tow'rd the moun-tain's top. Though so melancholy day has pass'd by, Andante. Eating, quaffing, at past labours laughing, HOW OFT, LOUISA, HAST THOU SAID. From the Duenna. How oft, Lou-i - sa, hast thou said, Nor wilt thou the fond boast dis-own, Thou |