What Saul by disobedience lost. The Lord of hosts is David's friend, GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL. Horsley. See the chariot at hand here of love, Wherein my lady rideth; Each that draws is a swan or a dove, As she goes all hearts do duty Unto her beauty; And enamour'd do wish (so they might That they still were to run by her side Thro' swords, thro' seas, whither she would ride. Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Or have tasted the bag o' the bee? Oh! so white, so soft, so sweet is she. SONG. Miss HAINES. I wander'd once at break of day, Stevenson. So mix'd the rose and lily's white, To deck her cheek, what flower she'd choose, I wish I ne'er had seen her eye, Ne'er seen her cheek of doubtful dye, And never, never dar'd to sip The sweets that hung upon the lip Of faithless Emma. (Accompanied on the Violoncello by Mr. REINAGLE.) Gentle airs, melodious strains, Call for raptures out of woe; 1st GRAND CONCERTO. Handel. GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL. From Oberon, in fairy land, The king of ghosts and shadows there, We fairies all, at his command, Are sent to view the night sports here. Stevens. And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho! When lads and lasses merry be, With possets and with juncates fine; We eat their cakes and sip their wine. The wine runs short, The blushing cheeks with anger glow; Their cakes they miss, And shriek, who's this? We answer nought, but ho, ho, ho! By wells and rills, in meadows green, And to our fairy king and queen, We chaunt our moon-light minstrelsies. I SONG. Fiends, ghosts, and sprites, The hags and goblins do us know; And beldames old Our feats have told, So frolic it, with ho, ho, ho! Miss HAINES. 'Twas at night when the bell had toll'd twelve, And poor Susan was laid on her pillow, All was dark, as she woke out of breath, Far, far at sea. So she whisper'd a pray'r, clos'd her eyes, FINALE. Florio. Far, far at sea. Pleyel. |