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On WcdDCsday Eve, Oct. 7. 18(13.

DliSERET NEWS PRINT, O. H. L. CITY,

1803.

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PART FIRST.

Victoria Redowa (by C. J. Thomas). . . .Okchestba. Glee (Awake ^Eolian Lyre) ... .By the Association.

Awake, awake, JEolian lyre, awake,

^olian lyre, Awake, and give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs. [take,

A thousand rills, a thousand rills their mazy progress The laughing flow'rs that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of Music winds along. Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign, Now rolling down the steep amain, Now headlong impetuous see it pour, The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar, llebellow to the roar, to the roar, to the roar.

Duet (Hark! 'Tis Music Stealing)

By Mrs. Trosper and Mrs. Horslet.

Plark! 'tis music stealing

Over the rippling sea.

Bright the moon is beaming

Over each tower and tree. The waves seem listening to the sound,

As silently they flow O'er coral groves and fairy ground,

And sparkling caves below.

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ITark! 'tis music stealing Over tlie rippling sea, Briii:ht the moon is beamino: Over each tower and tree Hark! Hark! Hark! 'tis the convent bell! Hark! Hark! Hark! 'tis the convent bell! Music sounds the sweetest, When on the moonlit sea; Our bark sails the fleetest, To a sweet melody. And as we're gently sailing. We'll sing that plaintive strain, Which nicm'ry makes endearing, And Lome recalls again.

Hark! 'tis music, &c.,

Sorg and Chorus (My Gentle Nell)

By the Asboctatiok.

There is a voice whose gentle swell

Is sweeter than the morn,

When first the day-god looks upon

The fields of waging corn:

I've lihton'd to its melody,

•So langui-liing and gay,

And o'er my soul sweet visions stole,

Am it irarbleJ— warbled forth its lay.

cnORfs: Oh ray ttehtle Nell, ; Tear voice is like a spell, [meet,

) 'Twould sound so sweet, where the water*

In the verdant forest dell.

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There is an eye whose brilliant flash Is brighter than the sun: Expressive as the moonbeam's smile. When night is first begun: It beams with mellowed lustre, Breathes incense to the sky And glows with love for things above With hopes that never die.

Chorus. Oh my Gentle Nell &c.,

The trembling lute its sweetest notes In joyful accent rings; When strikes her taper fingers on Its bending silver strings: Such music floats upon the air, When angel's fan their wings, As soft it seems as Peri's dreams Or the grief that lost love brings.

Chorus. Oh my Gentle Nell &c.,

Song (The Drunkard's Wee Ragged Wean)

By Mr. J. D. T. McAllister.

A wee bit ragged laddie, gangs wanderin' through the.

streets, Wadin' mang the anaw wi' his wee hackit feet, Shiverin' i' the cauld blast, an' greetin' wi' the pain, Wha's ocht the wee bit callan'? he's the drunkard's rag- ged wean. He stands at ilka door, and he keeka wi* wistfu' ee'. To ses the bairns a' round the fire, langhin' Icud wi' glee; But he daur na, venture hen, tho' his heart be e'er so fain^, He maun na' play wi' ither bairns, tl^e puir wee ragged wean.

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Oh see the wee bit laddi^, his heart ia uncc fu'

The sleet is blawin' cauid, and he's drippin' through and

through; He's speerin' for his mither, and he wunners whar she's

gane; And oh! there's nane to guide the bairn, the drunkard's

ragged wean. He kens na faither'g love, nor he kens nae mither's care. To soothe his wee bit sorrows, or to kame his towzie hairj To ki99 him whet\ he waukens, or smooth his bed at e'en, And oh! there's nane to guide the bairn, the puir wee rag- ged wean.

Oh pity the wee laddie, sae guileless and sae young,

The oath that lea'es his tailher's lips will settle on his

tongue; And the sififu' words his mither speaks, his infant lips will

stain, And oh! there's nane to guide the bairn, the drunkard's

ragged wean. Then surely we micht try and turn the sinfu' mither's heart, And trv and get his faither to act a faither's part; And m'ak' them lea"e the drunkard's cup, and never taste

again. But cherish wi' a parent's care, the puir wee ragged wean.

Anthem (In Jewry is God) ... .By the Associatiom.

Air (From Rossinis Stabat Mater)

By Mddle. Uksenbach.

Song and Choru.- (Who will Care for Mother now)

Mr. W. C. DuNDAR

Ts'oTE. — During one of our late battles, among many other noble fellows that fell, was a young man who had been the only support of an aged and sick mother for years. Hearing the surgeon tell those

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■who were near him that he could not live,, he placed his hand across his forehead, and with a trembling voice said, while burning tears ran down his fevered cheeks; Who v:ill care, for mother now?

Why am I so weak and weary,

See how faint my heated breath, All around to me seems darkness,

Tell me comrades, is this death? Ah! how well I know your answer;

To my fate I meekly bow, If you'll only tell me truly

Who will care for mother now?

Chorus. — Soou with angels, &c.

Who will comfort her in sorrow?

Who will dry the falling tear, Gently smooth her wrinkled forehead?

Who will whisper words of cheer? Even now I think I see her

Kneeling praying for me! how Can I leave her in her anguish?

Who will care for mother now?

Chorus. — Soon with angels, (fee.

Let this knapsack be my pillow,

And my mantle be the sky; Hasten, comrades, to the battle,

I will like a soldier die. Soofi with angels I'll be marching,

With bright laurels on my brow, I have for my country fallen,

Who will care for mother now?

Chorus. — Soon with angels, &e.

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Dcet (Home, Fare the Well)

By Mr. and Mrs. Isaacsox.

Homo, fare thee well! tlie ocean's storm is o'er,

Tlie weary pennon woos the seaward wind; Fa>t speeds the bark, and now the less'ninjij shore, fcinks in the wave, wiili those we leave behind. Fare thee well!

Land of the free, No tongue can tell

The love 1 bear to thee.

Wo wreath no bowl to drink a gay good bye, For tears would fall unbidden in liie wine, And while reflLCttd was the mournful eye,

The sparkling surface e'en would cease to ehine. Then fare, farewell,

Once more, once more. The ocean's !?well

Now hides mv native shore.

Sie where yon star its diimond light displays, Now seen, now idd behind the swelling sail, Hope rides in gladne«s on its streaming rays. And bids us on, and bribes the frtv'ring gale. Tlien, hope, we bend

In joy to thee; And fearless wend

Our way across the sen.

M irgarilta \YultJ5 (Hy C. D" Albert) OnciiEHTnA.

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Glee (Fairyland) By the Association.

Mark the merry elves of fairy land,

In the cold moon's gleamy glance,

They wilh shadowy moris dance,

Soft music dies along tlie land,

Soft music dies along ihe desert land

Soon at peep of cool-eyed day,

Soon the numerous liglits decay;

Merrily now, merrily, merrily now, merrily

Afier the dewy moon they fly.

ast'ifimmssEes! ©3^ iruTT^M i2ES5iEf^is,

PART SECOND.

Bridal Wreath Quadrille (By C. J. Thomas)

Orchestra.

Glee (Life on the Alps) By the Association.

On the mountain's airy height, skies are clear and

hearts are light; There the distant glaciers glow, there the Alpine

roses sweetly blow, There the Alpine horn we gladly hear, and the

echoes, the echoes answer clear, On the mountain's airy height, heaven is clear, and

hearts are light, &c.

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On the mountain's airy Leiglit, skies are clear and hearts are light;

There the tinkling sheep-bell rings, there the moun- tain maidin sweetly sings,

There the springing crystal waters flow, rushing, foaming and lluinderintx fall below.

On the mountain's airy hciiiht, heaven is clear and hearts arc light, &c.

On the mountain's airy height, skies are clear and hearts are light;

There the heart beats true and warm, there no flut- tering falsehood's charm,

Tliere the eye's unclouded, upward gaze, looks to heaven, to heaven with loved praise.

On the mountain ':!> airy height, heaven is clear and hearts are light, <fcc.

Comic Song (Return of the Salmon River Gold ^ I Digger) Cy Mr. W. C. IH'.nbau.

Descriptive Song (Man the I/ifo-boat)

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Man the life-bo:u! man the life-boat! help, or yon

.'■liip is l(jvt! Man the lifc-b.jiii! man the life-boat! sec how she's

tempest l(>>>s'il! Man the life- boil! man tlie lifeboat! help, ur yon

sliip is lusi! Man the life-bout! man the life-boat! see how she's

tempest I bSi'dl

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No human power, in such an hour, the gallant bark

can save: Her mainmast gone, and hurrying on, she seeks her

wat'ry grave. Man the life-buail man the life-boat! see the dreaded

signal flies; lla! she's struck, and from the rock despairing

sliouts arise. j\nd one there stands, and wrings his hands, amidst

the tempest, tempest wild; For on the beach he cannot reach, he sees his wife,

his wife and child; For on the beach he cannot reach, he sees his wife,

his wife, his wife and child! For on the beach he cannot reach, he sees his wife,

his wife and child! Amidst the tempest wild, he sees his wife and child! Life saving ark! von doomed baik immortal soul's

dolh bear; Not gems nor gold, nor wealth untold, but men,

brave men, are there. Oh, speed the life-boat! speed the life boa' ! Oh God,

their efforts crown! She dashes on! the ship is gone, full forty fathoms

down! Ah! see! the crew are strufjoflinE: noAV, amidst, amidst

the billows' roar. Ah! see! the crew are struggling now amidst the

billows', the billows' roar! Ah! see! the crew are struggling now amidst the

billows', the billows' roar! They're in the boat! they're all afloat! hurrah!

they've gained the shore!

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Bless the life-bo:u! bless the lifeboat! oh God 1 ihou'lt

hear our prayer! Bless the life-boai! bless the life-boat! no longer

we'll despair.

Trio and Chorus (0, there's Music in the Waters) By Mrs. E. Lindsav & Messrs. J. Lewis 6i Kendal:,.

0, there's music in the Avafers,

Playing on their silver flates, "Willi the autumn's niglu-winds sighing,

Softly over airy lutes; There is music in the ocean,

Breakin;.,' on green isles afar — ilusic in liie solemn forest —

Mu>ic ill the watching star!

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"VVe have listened to that music, Wiure the moon lit waters roll,

And 'ti^ ours each tone to echo In the chambers of the soul.

O, there's music in the ciicle,

Gathered lounii the liouxchold hcni th,

I.,uii<'lis of children, sniiU's of parents, III Sweetest bhshings on the eartii!

1 here is niu~ic in tlie greeting Of the moilicr, wife, or Oicnd —

Xlu'iic of llie times projilietic

Where the son'' shall never end.

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CHORUS.

We have heard that household music,

Unalloyed by tinsel art: How we love, we love to echo

Tones like those unto the heart!

0, there's music in the cannon,

Booming from tlie patriot host, When the foemen dare to trample

On Columbia's sacred cocst; There is music in the Avaving

Of our flag on freedom's cars — Music, grand, triumphant music.

In the rustle of its stars!

CHORUS.

We have heard that mighty music Sounding over Freedom's goal;

Then hurrah! and give there echoes Pack to every freeman's soul!

Cavetina (From the Opera of Robert L'Diable)

P)y Mdlle. Uksenbach.

Song and Chorus (When this Cruel War is Over)

By Mr. J. D. T. McAllister.

Dearest love, do you remember,

When we last did meet, How you told me that you loved me,

Kneeling at my feet?

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Oh! how proud you stood before me In your suit of blue,

When you vow'd to me and country Ever to be true.

CHORUS.

Weeping sad and lonely, Hopes and fears how vain!

Yet praying, When ill is cruel war is over,

Praying that v.'e meet again!

When the summer breeze is sifrhino-

Mournfully along; Or when autumn leaves are falling,

Sadly breathes the song. Oft in dreams I see thee lying

On the battle plain, Lonely, wounded, even dying,

Calling, but in vain.

Chorus. — Weeping, sad, <fec.

If amid the din of battle

Nobly you should fall. Far away from those who love you,

None to hear you call — Who would whisper words of comfort,

Who would soothe your pain? Ah! the m;iny cruel fancies

Ever in my brain.

Chorus. Weeping, ead, <fec.

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But our country called you, darling,

Angels cheer your way; AVhile our nation's sons are 6ghting,

We can only pray. Nobly strike for God and liberty.

Let all nations see How we love tlie starry banner,

Emblem of the free.

Chorus. Weeping, sad, 6ic.

Song and Chorus (My ^lountain Home)

By Mrs. Isaacson.

;My mountain home, my mountain home,

Dear are thy rills to me; Where first ray childhood loved to roara,

Wild as the summer bee. The summer bee may gather sweets

From flowers in sunny prime, And memory brings with wing as tleet,

Sweet thoughts of early time; Still fancy bears me to the hills

Where childhood loved to loara. I hear, I see your sparkling rills,

My own, rny mountain home.

I've seen their noble forests wide^ • V\'e seen their smiling vale; ,« , X ■-■

Where proudly rolls the silver tide, . ■.*■'■< , That bears their noble sail.

But these are of the earth below. Our home is ia the sky; ■ ' \

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The eagle's fliglit is not more bright

Tlian paths that we may tiy. \Vl;iIe all around sweet tehees ring,

Beneath heaven's azuie dome. Then well the mountair.ecr n aj sing,

^Jy own, my mountain l.om.e.

National Air (Hail Columbia) Orcjiestra.

(Jlee (0 Switzerland Thou Art so Fair)

By the Association.

How glow the tall ice-peaks like molten gold

In tlie sun's bright parting rays; How spreads the gieen vale like a verdant sea,

To court the long, lingering gfize; Sweet swells the homeward sl.epherd's songs,

As floating far on the air, And all things, all ihings seem to say,

(J Switzerland, thou art so fair.

i^o ru-hing, so huMly the waterfall,

Willi ils Icajiiug whirl and sweep. As fuaniiiig and dashing it onward jiours,

'J'ill lost in the far rolling deep; AVliile j)urling sweet the silver brook,

In niurroers pleasant to liear, All join ihe general song of praise —

O Switzerland, thou art so fair.

Yes, noble and lovely is Switzerland,

Her high Alp^ an; freedom's throne, While honor uiid Lindue^s from sire to son,

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In each humble cottage are known; So sound aloud my swellinfj song,

And fill the pure mountain air. Let every echo join the cry —

0 Switzerland, thou art so fair.

Comic Song (Paddy's Wedding)

By Mr. W. C. Dusbar.