TRIO. Mrs. SALMON, Messrs. GOSS and

BELLAMY.

The flocks shall leave the mountains,

The woods the turtle dove,

The nymphs forsake the fountains,
Ere I forsake my love.
Torture! fury! rage! despair
I cannot, cannot, cannot bear.

Not show'rs to larks so pleasing,
Nor sun-shine to the bee;
Not sleep to toil so easing,
As these dear smiles to me.
Fly swift, thou massy ruin, fly,
Die, presumptuous Acis, die!

Handel.

CONCERTO, Violoncello. Mr. REINAGLE.

GLEE. Mrs. SALMON, Messrs. GOSS and

BELLAMY.

When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain
The list'ning wretch forgot his pain;
With art divine the lyre she strung,
Like thee she play'd, like thee she sung.
For when she struck the quiv'ring wire
The
eager breast was all on fire;

But when she tun'd the vocal lay
The captive soul was charm'd away.

Danby.

SONG. Miss BOLTON...

RECITATIVO.

Anfossi.

Ah troppo e à noi lira del cielo funesta, l'ultima volta e questa ch'io ti stringo al mio seno anima mia io piu non ti vebro, deh tu l'assisti tu per me la consola, addio Zemira ricordati di me, senti che vedo. Tu piangio mio tesoro, o quanto accresce quel pianto il mio martir chi provo mai stato peggio del mio addio per sempre amata sposa addio.

ARIA.

sia

Ah non sai, qual pena
Il dover ti o Dio lasciar
Ma quel pianto anima mia
Fa piu grave il mio penar
Deh mi lascia oh fier momento
Cara sposa ah ch'io mi sento
Per l'affanno il cor mancar.
A quai barbare vicende
Mi serbate avverso Dei
Dite voi se i casi miei
Non son degni di pieta
Cara sposa ah ch'io mi sento

Per l'affanno il cor manear.

QUARTETT and CHORUS.

Then round about the starry throne
Of him who ever rules alone,

Your heav'nly guided soul shall climb;
Of all this earthly grossness quit,
With glory crown'd, for ever sit,

And triumph over Death, and thee, O Time.

Handel.

Tears, such as tender fathers shed,

Warm from my aged eyes descend,

For joy, to think when I am dead,

My son shall have mankind his friend.

SIMPHONY.

SONG. Miss HAINES.

When first you courted me I own

I fondly favour'd you,

Apparent worth and high renown

Made me believe you true-Donald.

M

Handel.

Haydn.

Urbani.

Each virtue then seem'd to adorn

The man esteem'd by me;

But now the mask's thrown off, I scorn
To waste one thought on thee-Donald.

O then for ever haste away,

Away from love and me;

Go seek a heart that's like your own,
And come no more to me-Donald.

For I'll reserve myself alone

For one that's more like me;

If such a one I cannot find,

I'll fly from love and thee-Donald.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and

Mr. LIDDELL.

Stevenson.

Come, sing with me, my lov'd companions gay,
Come, let us hail the genial pow'rs of May;
Amanda loves, and loves but me alone,
Light is my heart, and ev'ry care is flown.

I pluck'd the wild rose, and the woodbine sweet,
And laid the off'ring at Amanda's feet;

She bade love's tribute bloom upon her breast,
Smil'd on her captive, and her soul confess'd.

CONCERTO, 1st, Corelli.

Geminiani.

ACT II.

OVERTURE, Zauberflotte.

SONG. Miss HAINES.

Mozart.

'Twas at night when the bell had toll'd twelve,
And poor Susan was laid on her pillow,
In her ear whisper'd some flitting elve,
"Your love is now toss'd on a billow".

Far, far at sea.

All was dark, as she woke out of breath,
Not an object her fears could discover;
All was still as the silence of death,
Save fancy, which painted her lover-

Far, far at sea.

So she whisper'd a pray'r, clos'd her eyes,
But the phantom still haunted her pillow;
Whilst in terror she echoed his cries,

As struggling he sunk in a billow

TRIO, 1st.

Florio.

Far, far at sea.

Giardini.

Messrs. MARSHALL, WOODCOCK, and REINAGLE.