Yet sing, fond bird, thy varied note May gratitude's sweet vows impart, And, while in air the accents float, Convey them to my charmer's heart. Horsley's Collection. (Mills.)

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-DANBY.

(Alto, 2 Tenors, Bass.)

As onward we jog through the mazes of life,
Now elated with hope, now depressed with fears,
'Tis the balm of the bottle that softens the strife,
And even prosperity's blessing endears.

In his bright sparkling stream is the magic combined,
Which can sorrow and care from the bosom displace;
Make the sunshine of gaiety float on the mind,

And the smile of contentment to beam from the face.
Come then, jolly god, with thy goblets well stored,
And while their soft powers my senses possess,
Let the bower of freedom a shelter afford,

And friendship make sacred the blissful recess :
Each wish then complete, in possession of these,
I never for riches or fame will contend,
Nor e'er, partial fortune, arraign thy decree,

If you leave unmolested my bottle and friend.
Danby's Collection, 3rd Book.

GLEE, for 5 Voices.-DANBY.

(Soprano, Alto, 2 Tenors, Bass.)

As passing by a shady grove
I heard a linnet sing,

Whose sweetly plaintive voice of love
Proclaimed the cheerful spring.

His pretty accents seemed to flow,
As if he knew no pain;

His downy throat he tuned so sweet,
It echoed o'er the plain.

Ah! happy warbler, I replied,
Contented thus to be;

"T is only harmony and love
Can be compared to thee.

(Coventry and Co.)

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-S. WEBBE.

(Alto, 2 Tenors, Bass.)

As the moments roll,

Let new joys inspire;
Hebe fill the bowl,

Orpheus tune the lyre.
Let each cheerful heart

Join the festive train,
Thus before we part,

We'll be young again.

Cares and anxieties we now resign,

Or drown them in a mighty bowl of wine.
When dead, Deucalion may, if he thinks good,
Drench our cold carcases in watery flood.
Ladies' Catch-Book, and Webbe's Collection, Vol. 2.

CATCH, for 4 Voices.-S. Webbe.

As Thomas was cudgelled one day by his wife,
He took to his heels and ran for his life;

Tom's three dearest friends came by in the squabble,
And screened him at once from the shrew and the rabble:

Then ventured to give him some wholesome advice; But Tom is a fellow of humour so nice,

Too proud to take counsel, too wise to take warning, He sent to all three a challenge next morning.

He fought with all three, thrice ventured his life, Then went home again, and was threshed by his wife. Ladies' Catch-Book.

CANZONET, for 2 Voices.-W. JACKSON.

(Soprano, Tenor.)

As through the pendent shade the beams

On yonder sleeping heifer play,

How sweet with thee to haunt the streams,
And soft attune my amorous lay!

While flocks beneath the caverns hie,
And the lone plain with fervour glows,
While kidlings faint in slumber lie,
Lulled by the bees to deep repose.
Here may we pass the noontide hours,
Nor let a care our joys molest;

Thus may we bless the indulgent powers,
And soothe our plighted souls to rest.

Jackson's Madrigals.

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-R. J. S. STEVENS.
(Alto, 2 Tenors, Bass.)

ASKEST thou how long my love shall stay,
When all that's new is past?
How long? ah! Delia, can I say

How long my life will last?

Dry be that tear, be hushed that sigh;
At least I'll love thee till I die.
And does that thought affect thee too,
The thought of Damon's death;
That he who only lives for you,

Must yield his faithful breath?

Hushed be that sigh, be dry that tear,

Nor let us lose our heaven here!

Words by Sheridan.

Stevens' Set of Eight. Op. 3.

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-JAMES ELLIOTT.

(Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

Ar her fair hands how have I grace entreated,
With prayers oft repeated,

Yet still my love is thwarted.

Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted.
Say, shall she go?

Oh, no, no, no!

She is most fair, though she be marble-hearted.

How often have my sighs declared the anguish
Wherein I daily languish!

Yet doth she still procure it.

Heart, let her go, for I cannot endure it.
Say, shall she go?

Oh, no, no, no!

She gave the wound, and she alone can cure it.

King's Collection.

This gained the Catch-Club Prize 1835.

GLEE, for 3 Voices.-DANBY.
(2 Sopranos, Bass.)

Ar setting day and rising morn,
With soul that still shall love thee,
I'll ask of Heaven thy safe return,
With all that can improve thee.
I'll visit oft the birken bush,

Where first thou kindly told me
Sweet tales of love, and hid my blush,

Whilst round thou didst enfold me.