birth, and the land of my hame: To Egypt farewell, And her sands a' sae bare, Where fell Abercrombie, the pride of the COME, MY FRIENDS. A Bacchanalian Song, to the Music of The Druids' March' in Norma, by Bellini; the Words by G. Soane, B.A.-Published by Davidson. O! 'TIS LOVE. Adapted by Henry Phillips to the favorite French Air, 'C'est L'Amour.' The Poetry by Eliza Cook; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's cheap and uniform Edition of his Compositions. Mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, O! The nets are spread out to the sun; - - O! 3 3 mer-ri-ly, O! the Fish-er-boy sings, Right glad that his la-bour's done; O! . 3 3 mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, O! The nets are spread out to the sun; - O! 3 mer-ri-ly, Q! the Fish-er-boy sings, Right glad that his labour's done. Hap-pv and 3 3 3 3 gay, with his boat in the bay, The storm and the dan-ger for-got, The weal-thy and great might re THE GALVANIC RING. By Leman Rede, to the Irish Melody of Moore's 'O! Nothing in Life can sadden us.'— Lively Dear heart! how this world is pro-gress-ing! For sci-ence is soaring on won-der-ful wings; But the won-der of won-ders beyond all ex - press-ing's The ma-gi-cal touch of the Galvanic Rings. Fine. 津 Talk about Bro-die, and Coo-per, and Lis-ton. Of surgeons' Hv-ge-ian and Me-di-cal Hall,-They're fi-nish'd, and roll'd up; for 1.C. al Fine. Galvanic ge-nius has ruin'd them all. this I in - sist on, A When Sir James Graham brought in his medical bill, he Inflicted on doctors a terrible sting; But their fears sink to nothing, are futile and silly, Their regular ruin 's the Galvanic Ring. "Tis fam'd thro' Great Britain, thro' France, and thro' Flanders, From London to Leith; and of this be assur'd, If a maid has the mumps, or a mare has the glanders, Ring finger or fetlock, they're easily cur'd. Miss Dobbs fell in love with a lanky lieutenantHis conduct was really by no means the thing; But she blushingly owns that on last Sunday se'nnight He made the amende by the aid of a ring. Deputy Dubbins, whose wife ran away from him, Leaving him not the least trace of her track, Has made the dame vow she will never more stray from him He put on the ring, and it soon brought her back. Dear heart, &c. Both bipeds and quadrupeds, women and weazels, Conf ss the great charm of this wonderful thing; E'en pigs may be cur'd that are down with the measles,' If you put thro' their noses the Galvanic Ring. Gout, palsy, pleurisy, all other ill pains, It cures on the instant, and banishes woes; My own little darlings were cur'd of the chilblains, Simply by putting some rings on their toes. The peer and the peasant, the churchman, the layman, From powerful Peel to the famous Tom Spring; Batty's troop, from his tragical dame to his gay-man, Alike are desirous to hold up the ring. Buy but a ring, you may speedily wed. A CHRISTMAS CAROL. The Poetry by Charles Dickens, Esq., printed by permission; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's cheap and uniform Edition of his Compositions. Grazioso con Anima. borne : care not for Spring! On his fickle wing Let the blos-soms and buds be He woos them a -main with his treach-er - ous rain, And he scat-ters them |