Ere sets the orb of day,
With splendour in the west,

Sweet pity's gentle ray

Shall give thy sorrows rest.

Once more returning bliss we'll prove,

And tears of joy exhale;

We'll sit beneath the shelt'ring grove,
And trace the flow'ry vale.

CONCERTO, Clarionet. Mr. J. HALDON.

AIR. Mr. BELLAMY.

Softly rise, O southern breeze!

And kindly fan the blooming trees;

Upon my spicy garden blow,

That sweets from ev'ry part may flow.

CHORUS.

Ye southern breezes, gently blow,
That sweets from ev'ry part may flow.

RONDO. Mrs. DICKONS.

Se costante per te moro,

Se fedele a te son 'io,

La mia morte e mio tesoro,
Desta invidia e non pietà.
Traditor d'a me l'invola
Ne sperar che vie mi renda,
La tua barbara empietà.

Boyce.

Cimarosa.

Alme belle innamorate
Che vedete il mio tormento
Dite voi se qual tormento

Puo soffrir infido cor.

Sposa, senti, ti consola,

Traditor d'a me t'invola.

RECITATIVE. (Accompanied.) Mr. BELLAMY.

(Belshazzar.)

Handel.

Rejoice, my countrymen: The time draws near,
The long expected time herein foretold.

Seek now the LORD your GOD with all your heart,
And you shall surely find him. He shall turn
Your long captivity; he shall gather you
From all the nations whither you are driven,
And to your native land in peace restore you.
For long ago,

Whole ages ere this Cyrus yet was born

Or thought of, great JEHOVAH, by his prophet,
In words of comfort to his captive people
Foretold, and call'd by name the wond'rous man.
Thus saith the LORD to Cyrus his anointed,
Whose right hand I have holden, to subdue
Nations before him: I will go before thee,
To loose the strong knit loins of mighty kings,
Make straight the crooked places, break in pieces
The gates of solid brass, and cut in sunder
The bars of iron. For my servants' sake,

Isr❜el, my chosen, though thou hast not known me, I have surnam'd thee: I have girded thee:

That from the rising to the setting sun

The nations may confess I AM the Lord,

There is none else, there is no God besides me;
Thou shalt perform my pleasure, to Jerusalem
Saying, thou shalt be built; and to the Temple,
Thy raz'd foundation shall again be laid.

CHORUS.

Sing, O ye heavens, for the Lord hath done it:
Earth, from thy center shout:

Break forth, ye mountains, into songs of joy,
O forest, and each tree therein;
Jehovah hath redeemed Jacob,
And glorify'd himself in Israel.

Hallelujah.

Silent I tread this lonely wood,
Silent I shed the piteous tear,
No hope to cheer my drooping soul,
Bereft of him I hold moft dear.
Still do I seek these dreary shades,
A love-lorn maid, the village scorn,
Since Henry won my plighted faith,
Then left me here to sigh forlorn.

Yon mossy bank oftimes recalls

The image of the blooming youth; 'Twas there he stole my easy heart, With vows of constancy and truth.

Rauzzini.

Faint from her lips her accents flew,

And faintly beam'd her eyes so bright;
She sunk upon the mossy bank-

She sunk to everlasting light.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

Fair Ellen like a lily grew,

Was beauty's fav'rite flow'r,

"Till falshood chang'd her lovely hue,

She wither'd in an hour.

Antonio in her virgin breast

First rais'd a tender sigh;

The artless maid her flame confest

He left her then to die.

SIMPHONY,

Harrison.

Abel.

SONG. Master TIDMAN.

Handel.

O magnify the LORD, and worship him upon his holy hill; for the LORD our GOD is holy.

SIMPHONY.

Haydn.