Take, O take me to your care!

Speed to your own courts my flight,

Clad in robes of virgin white.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen.

Philomel, with melody,

Sing in your sweet lullaby;

Never harm,

Nor spell, nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh,

So good night, with lullaby.

Weaving spiders, come not here,

Hence! ye long legg'd spinners, hence!

Beetles black, approach not near,

Worms and snails, do no offence.

Stevens.

AIR and CHORUS. Mrs. DICKONS.

RECITATIVE.

Handel.

But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher: when to her organ vocal breath was given, an angel heard, and straight appear'd, mistaking earth for heav'n.

AIR and CHORUS.

As from the pow'r of sacred lays
The spheres began to move,
And sing the great Creator's praise
To all the bless'd above,-

So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And music shall untune the sky.

ACT II.

CONCERTO, Violoncello. Mr. REINAGLE.

SONG.

Mrs. DICKONS.

Purcell.

From silent shades, and the Elysium groves,
Where sad departed spirits mourn their loves;
From chrystal streams, and from that country where
Jove crowns the field with flowers all the year,
Poor senseless Bess, cloth'd in her rags and folly,
Is come to cure her love-sick melancholy.

Bright Cynthia kept her revels late,
While Mab, the fairy queen, did dance,
And Oberon did sit in state

When Mars at Venus ran his lance.
In yonder cowlip lies my dear,
Entomb'd in liquid gems of dew;
Each day I'll water it with a tear,
Its fading blossoms to renew.

For since my love is dead, and all my joys are gone,

Poor Bess, for his sake,

A garland will make,

My music shall be a groan.

I'll lay me down and die within some hollow tree,

The raven and cat,

The owl and bat,

Shall warble forth my elegy.

Did you not see my love as he past by you?
His two flaming eyes, if he come nigh you,
They will scorch up your hearts.

Ladies, beware ye,

Lest he should dart a glance that may ensnare ye.

Hark! hark! I hear old Charon bawl,

His boat he will no longer stay;

The furies lash their whips, and call

Come, come away, come away!

Poor Bess will return to the place whence she came,
Since the world is so mad she can hope for no cure;
For love's grown a bubble, a shadow, a name,
Which fools do admire, and wise men endure.

Ambrosia will I feed upon,
Drink nectar still, and sing,
Who is content?

Does all sorrow prevent?
And Bess, in her straw,
Whilst free from the law,

In her thoughts is as great as a king.

ANTHEM.

Kent.

Hear my prayer, O Gon, and hide not thyself from my petition.

Take heed unto me, and hear me, how I mourn in my prayer, and am vexed.

My heart is disquieted within me, and the fear of death is fallen upon me.

Then I said, O that I had wings like a dove; then would I flee away, and be at reft.

GLEE. Mrs. DICKONS, Master TIDMAN, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean,
Seamen fear no danger nigh;"
The winds and waves, in gentle motion,
Soothe them with their lullaby.

Is the wind tempestuous blowing,
Still no danger they descry;

The guileless heart its boon bestowing,
Soothes them with its lullaby.

P

Harrison

GRAND SIMPHONY.

Haydn.

SONG. Mrs. DICKONS.

Handel.

(Accompanied on the Flute by Mr. JACKSON.) Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly,

Most musical, most melancholy!

Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among,
I woo to hear thy ev'ning song.

AIR and DOUBLE CHORUS.

The LORD shall reign for ever and ever.

RECITATIVE.

Handel.

For the horses of Pharaoh went in with his chariots, and with his horsemen into the sea; and the LORD brought again the waters of the sea upon them; but the children of Israel went on dry land in the midst of the sea.

CHORUS.

The LORD shall reign for ever and ever.

RECITATIVE.

And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand; and all the people went out after her with timbrels and with dances, and Miriam answered them, 1

SOLO. Mrs. DICKONS, and CHORUS.

Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously: The horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea,