OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT.

Scotch Air.

OFT in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond memory brings the light

Of other days around me;

The smiles, the tears of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken,

The eyes that shone, now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus in the stilly night, &c.

When I remember all

The friends so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall,

Like leaves in winter weather,

I feel like one, who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled, whose ga and's death, And all but he deserted.

Thus in the stilly night, &c.

REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY.

Italian Air.

REASON, and Folly, and Beauty, they say,
Went on a party of pleasure one day;
Folly play'd around the maid,

The bells of his cap rung merrily out, While Reason took to his sermon-book; Oh, which was the pleasanter no one need doubt.

Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage, Turn'd, for a moment, to Reason's dull page; 'Till Folly said, "Look here, sweet maid:" The sight of his cap brought her back to herself,

While Reason read his leaves of lead,

With no one to mind him-poor sensible elf.

Then Reason grew jealous of Folly's gay cap, Had he that on, he her heart might entrap; "There it is," quoth Folly, "old quiz," (Folly was always good-natur'd, tis said,) Under the sun there's no such fun

As Reason with my cap and bells on his head.

But Reason the head-dress so awkwardly wore, That Beauty now lik'd him still less than before,

While Folly took old Reason's book,

And twisted the leaves in a cap of such ton, That Beauty vow'd, (though not aloud,) She lik'd him still better in that than his

own.

FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONĚ.

Sicilian Air.

FARE thee well, thou lovely one,

Lovely still, but dear no more,
Once his soul of truth is gone,
Love's sweet life is o'er.

Thy words, whate'er their flatt'ring spell,
Could scarce have thus deceiv'd,
But eyes that acted truth so well,
Were sure to be believ d.

Then fare thee, &c.

Yet those eyes look constant still,
True as stars they keep their light,
Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil,
Of blushing always bright;
'Tis only on thy changeful heart

The blame of falsehood lics;

Love lives in ev'ry other part,
But there alas! he dies.
Then fare thee, &c.

A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP.

Spanish Air.

"A TEMPLE to Friendship," said Laura enchanted,

"I'll build in this garden, the thought is divine;"

Her temple was built-and she now only wante An image of Friendship to place on the shrin

She flew to a sculpter, who sat down before h

A Friendship, the fairest his art could inver But so cold, and so dull that the youthful ador Saw plainly this was not the idol she mean

"Oh, never," she cried, "could I think of en shrining

An image whose looks are so joyless and din But yon little god upon roses reclining,

We'll make, if you please, Sir, a Friendship him."

So the bargain was struck-with the little go1 laden

She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove, "Farewell," said the sculptor, "you're not the first maiden

Who came but for friendship, and took away love."

FLOW ON, THOU SHINING RIVER.

Portuguese Air.

FLOW on, thou shining river,

But ere thou reach the sea,
Seek Ella's bower, and give her
The wreaths I fling o'er thee;

And tell her thus, if she'll be mine,
The current of our lives shall be,
With joys along their course to shine,
Like those sweet flowers on thee
But if, in wand'ring thither,

Thou find'st she mocks my pray'r,
Then leave those wreaths to wither
Upon the cold bank there ;

And tell her thus, when youth is o'er, Her lone, and lovely charms, shall be Thrown upon life's weedy shore,

Like those sweet flowers from thee.

ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE. Indian Air.

ALL that's bright must fade,

The brightest still the fleetest, All that's sweet was made

But to be lost when sweetest; Stars that shine and fall,

The flow'r that drops in springing, These, alas! are types of all

To which our hearts are clinging. Who would seek, or prize,

Delights that end in aching? Who would trust to ties

That ev'ry hour are breaking? Better far to be

In utter darkness lying,

Than be blest with light, and sce
That light for ever flying.

All that's, &c.