They laughed and they loved, they drank while they

were able,

But now they are forced to knock under the table.

Alas! do what one will, to moisten our clay,

"T will one day be ashes and moulder away. Op. 1mo

CATCH, for 3 Voices.-JAMES GREEN.
HERE lies poor Toby all alone,
As dead as any stone.

Alas! what is he dead? it can't be so,
But he may be drunk from top to toe;
There let him lie, he 'll soon be sober,
He's only full of good October.
Warren's Collection, No. 29.

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-F. GIARDINI.

(Alto, 2 Tenors, and Bass.)

HERE lies my wife, poor Phillis,
Let her lie;

She's found repose at last,

And so have I.

Warren's Collection, No. 20.

CATCH, for 5 Voices.-THEODORE AYLWARD, Gresh. Prof. Mus.

HERE lies honest Ned,
Because he is dead;

Had it been his father,

We had much rather;

Had it been his mother,

We had rather than the other;

Had it been his sister

We ne'er should have missed her;
But since 't is honest Ned,

There's no more to be said.

Warren's Collection, No. 15.

EPITAPH, for 3 Voices.-W. HAWES.

(2 Sopranos and Bass.)

HERE sleeps beneath this humble pile of earth

The mortal relics of transcendent worth;

Snatched from this world, from all her earthly strife,
She's gone-a parent dear, a virtuous wife.
In friendship and religion's paths she trod,
And drew the model of her life from God;
Serenely calm in hope, resigned her breath,
And found her greatest, kindest friend-in death.

From a Set of Six. (Mills.)

Written in a Country Churchyard.

(Mills.)

ROUND, for 4 Voices.-S. WEBBE.

HERE lies within this tomb so calm
Old Giles, pray sound his knell,
Who thought no song was like a psalm,
No music like a bell.

GLEE, for 3 Voices.-S. WEBBE.

(Alto, Tenor, and Bass.)

"HERMIT hoar, in solemn cell,

Wearing out life's evening gray,
Strike thy bosom, sage, and tell

Where is bliss, and which the way?"
Thus he spake, and speaking sighed,
Scarce repressed the stealing tear,
When the hoary sage replied,

"Come, my lad, and drink some beer."

Posthumous Collection. (Novello.)

Words by Dr. Johnson.

ROUND, for 3 Voices.-HILTON.

HEY down a-down, hey down derry!

Shall I go with my true love over the ferry,

And with her, like the birds in the greenwood, be merry?

King's Collection.

Words altered by James King.

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-T. H. SEVERN.

(Alto, 2 Tenors, and Bass.)

HIE away!

Over bank and over brae;

Where the copsewood is the greenest,
Where the fountains glisten sheenest,
Where the lady fern grows strongest,
Where the morning dew lies longest.

Hie away, etc.

Where the black cock sweetest sips it,
Where the fairy latest trips it,

Hie to haunts right seldom seen,

Lovely, lonesome, cool and green.

(Novello.)

Hie away, etc.

Words by Sir Walter Scott.

GLEE, for 3 Voices.-Dr. CALLCOTT.

(Alto, Tenor, and Bass.)

HIGH on a mountain's lofty brow,

'Mid the clouds in glory's seat, Rocked by roaring winds that blow, Lightnings blast and tempests beat. In the sun-lit vale beneath,

Hope, with swee contentment, dwells,

While gentler breezes round them breathe,

And softer showers refresh their peaceful cells.

Warren's Collection, No. 24.

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-Dr. CALLCOTT.

(Alto, 2 Tenors, and Bass.)

HIGH the sparkling beverage pour,

Be the song with fervour fraught! Mark, the consecrated hour

Lifts the soul in solemn thought: Is it blest delusion's hour

Rolls mine eye in frenzied trance? Beams of glory round me shower, Troops of radiant forms advance. Founded on that firm-set rock,

Rising view the dome of gold, Fixed secure from wintry shock, There the good and there the bold.

THE WARRIOR.

GLEE, for 3 Voices.-G. HARGREAVES.

(2 Sopranos, or Tenors, and Bass.)

His foot's in the stirrup,

His hand's on the mane,

He is up and away!

Shall we see him again?
He thinks on his ladye-love;

Little he heeds

The levelling of lances

Or rushing of steeds: