GLEE, for 6 Voices.-WILLIAM ROCK.

(2 Sopranos, Alto, 2 Tenors, Bass.)

ALONE, through unfrequented wilds
With pensive steps I rove,

I ask the rocks, I ask the streams,
Where dwells my absent love.
The silent eve, the rosy morn,
My constant search survey;
But who can tell, if thou my dear,

Wilt e'er remember me?

This Glee gained the Prize Medal of the
Hibernian Catch Club, 1788.

Bland's Collection, No. 36. (Mills.)

CANON, for 4 Voices.-S. WEBBE.

ALZATE, O porte, i vostri capi! alzatevi, O porte eterne, e'l Re, il Re di Gloria entrerà! Chi è questo Re di Gloria? Egli è il Signore forte e possente, il Signore poderoso in battaglia, esso è 'l Re di Gloria ! This gained a Prize Medal, 1770.

Ladies' Catch-Book.

CATCH, for 3 Voices.-J. C. PRING.

A MEMBER of the modern great
Passed Sawney with his budget;

The peer was in a car of state,

But the tinker forced to trudge it.

The tinker shall receive the praise His lordship would parade for, One's debtor for his dapple greys, But the other's shoes are paid for. Warren's Collection, No. 32.

PRIZE CATCH, for 3 Voices.-JENNER.
ANCIENT Phillis has new graces —

'Tis a strange thing, but a true one-
Shall I tell you how?

She herself makes her own faces,

And each morn she wears a new one.
Pray where's the wonder now?

Wheatston's Harmonist.

A THOUGHT ON DEATH.

CANON, for 4 Voices.-DANBY.

AND why, my soul, so loth to take thy flight
To yon blest regions of the purest light?
Where streams of endless bliss and pleasure flow
For ever lovely and for ever new.

This Canon gained a Prize Medal, 1784.

Warren's Collection, No. 23.

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-DANBY.

(Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

APOLLO! high our souls inspire
With Orphean melody and fire;
In soft, harmonious, soothing strains
Assuage the lover's torturing pains:
Infuse, great god, a favourite son-
With sounds Calliope was won.
Then may we offer at thy shrine,
Another Orpheus still divine;

Whose charming tones shall Music raise

Far above all earthly praise.

Danby's Collection, 3rd Book.

MADRIGAL, for 4 Voices.-T. MORLEY, 1588.

(Novello.)

(Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

APRIL is in my mistress' face,
And July in her eyes hath place;
Within her bosom is September,
But in her heart a cold December.

EPITAPH, for 5 Voices.-MARY HUDSON.
(2 Sopranos, Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

APPLAUD so great a guest, Celestial Powers,
Who now resides with you, but once was ours;
Yet let invidious earth no more reclaim

Her short-lived favourite and her chiefest fame,

Complaining that so prematurely died

Good Nature's pleasure and Devotion's guide.
Died! no, he lives while yonder organ's sound
And sacred echoes to the choir rebound.

Warren's Collection, No. 10.

ROUND, for 4 Voices.-LONG.

ARACHNE once, ill-fated maid,
Daring Minerva to engage,

Her form was changed, her beauty fled,
She fell a victim to her rage.
Oh then, beware of Arachne's fate;
Be prudent, fair one, and submit,
For you'll more justly feel her hate,
Who rival both her art and wit.

Words by David Garrick on a Lady embroidering.

Warren's Collection, No. 1.

CANZONET, for 3 Voices.-T. MORLEY, 1588. (2 Sopranos, Alto.)

ARISE, get up my dear, make haste to begone thee; Lo! where the bride, fair Daphne, tarries on thee. Hark, O hark, yon merry wanton maidens squealing, Spice-cakes and sops-in-wine are now dealing.

Then run apace

And get a bride-lace,

And gilt rosemary branch, the while there yet is catching And then hold fast, for fear of old snatching.

Alas, my dear, why weep you?

Oh fear not that dear love, the next day keep we.
List yon minstrels; hark how they firk it,
And how the maidens jirk it,

With Kate and Will,

Tom and Gill:

Now a skip,

Then a trip,

Finely set aloft,

There again as oft!

Hey ho, brave holiday!

And all for fair Daphne's wedding-day.

(Novello.)

GLEE, for 3 Voices.-W. HORSLEY, Mus. Bac. (Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

ARISE, my fair, and come away
The blooming spring begins today;
Bleak winter's gone, with all his train
Of chilling frosts and dropping rain;
Amidst the verdure of the mead

The primrose lifts her velvet head;
The warbling birds, the woods among,
Salute the season with a song;
All welcome in the genial ray,

Arise, my fair, and come away!

Words from Moore's "Solomon."

Clementi's Vocal Harmony. (Monro.)