THE STRUGGLE FOR FAME.

The Poetry by Charles Mackay, Esq.; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's Cheap and
Uniform Edition of his Compositions.
Con espressione e Anima.

cy-no-sure in sight;-If thou canst dine up-on a crust, Nor pine that fortune is un-just;

The Poetry by G. Soane, A.B.; arranged to the air 'Dolce Pensiero,' in Rossini's opera of 'Semiramide.' Published by Davidson.

Vivace.

THOUGH DARK BE THE WOES.
The Poetry by J. A. Wade; the Music by Pleyel.

Tho' dark be the woes thou wilt bring me, And days of an ex-ile be mine,- Tho'

there I'll but cling to thee fond - er, When I know what

In the glen of some far-distant mountain,
Like that where thy image first smil'd,
I will sing, by the fall of the fountain,
The songs thou hast taught me so wild:

For there is the place I will find thee,
Far, far from the courts of the slave;
And I'll think not of joys left behind me,
If bless'd with thy light o'er my grave.

ALONE BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON.
Composed by Hook.

lone by the light of the moon,

I cannot, when present, unfold what I feel;
I sigh-can a lover do more?
Her name to the shepherds I never reveal,
Yet I think of her all the day o'er.

Maria, my love, do you long for the grove?
Do you sigh for an interview soon?

Does e'er a kind thought run on me, as you rove
Alone by the light of the moon?

Your name from the shepherds whenever I hear,
My bosom is all in a glow;
Your voice when it vibrates so sweet through mine
My heart thrills-my eyes overflow.

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Ye pow'rs of the sky, will your bounty divine
Indulge a fond lover his boon?

Shall heart spring to heart, and Maria be mine,
Alone by the light of the moon?

THE BRIDE AND HER LOVE, WHERE ARE THEY?
The Poetry by Neele; the Music by Robert William Dixon.

wings as they flew?

Did ye mark the young light, dawn-ing dim in the east, With the

Largo Espress.

THE SIGH OF HER HEART WAS SINCERE.
The Poetry by Peter Pindar; the Music by Sir J. Stevenson.

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The sigh of her heart was sin-cere, When blush-ing she whisper'd her love,- A

sound of de-light in my ear, Her voice was the voice of a dove. Ah! who could from

Phil-lida fly? Yet I sought o-ther nymphs of the vale,- For-got her sweet blush and her

sigh- For got that I told her my tale, For- got that I told her my tale.

In sorrow I wish'd to return,

And the tale of my passion renew:

'Go, shepherd,' she answer'd with scorn

False shepherd, for ever adieu!

For thee no more tears will I shed;
From thee to fair friendship I go:
The bird by a wound that has bled
Is happy to fly from its foe.'

NANCY'S TO THE GREEN-WOOD GANE.
Scottish Melody.-The Words by Ainslie.

TULLOCHGORUM.

The Poetry by the Rev. John Skinner; the Music as sung by Mr. Wilson. Allegro con Spirito.

'Come, gie's a sang,' Mont-gome-ry cried, And lay your dis-putes all a-side; What

sig-ni-fies't for folks to chide For what's been done be-fore 'em? Let Whig and To-ry

all agree, Whig and To- ry, Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory all agree, To