WHEN TIME WAS ENTWINING. T. MOORE.] [Air-Italian. WHEN time was entwining the garland of years, Though some of the leaves might be sullied with tears, And long may this garland be sweet to the eye, Young love shall enrich it with many a sigh, OH! THE PLUM-PUDDING OF J. E. CARPENTER.] ENGLAND. [Music by J. L. HATION. Plum-pudding's a mixture of all that is good, That's not the plum-pudding of England! The commerce of England extends o'er the world, With currants and citrons, and all that is nice To make the plum-pudding of England! Old English plum-pudding for me! The corn-growing fields of old England ne'er fai', The man who plum-pudding refuses to eat May solid plum-pudding, then, year after year, Merry Christmas to all-and for ever a dish Of the jolly plum-pudding of England! OH! YOU THAT HAVE THE CHARGE OF LOVE. [T. MOORE.] Oн, you that have the charge of love, He sits with flow'rets fettered round; Is found beneath far eastern skies, THEN YOU'LL REMEMBER ME. ALFRED BUNN.] [Music by M. W. BALER. WHEN other lips and other hearts Of days that have as happy been, When coldness or deceit shall slight Which beams within your eyes, "Twill break your own to see, DOWN BY THE AVON'S FLOWING J. E. CARPENTER.] STREAM. DUET. [Music by STEPHEN GLOVER. Down by the Avon's flowing stream, There came a Bard, in his youth, to dream; They weaved around him the spell of song. They charmed his sight, Their loves they told. 'Twas thus he dreamed his youth away, And wove his magic spell, And now in Shakspeare's tuneful lay The gentle fairies dwell; And still they rove, when fades the beam, Down by the Avon's flowing stream. "I know a bank," said the Fairy Queen, In his sweet rhyme, We take delight, And still we wile the hours away For still they rove, when fades the beam, SWEET EVENING STAR. REV. J. S. B. MONSELL.] [Music by W. V. WALLACE. SWEET evening star! whose dewy blessings fall, Grateful and fresh upon the heart of all; Sweet evening star! whose softened splendours rise, To make calm twilight when the daylight dies; Sweet evening star! my joy shall ever be, Through woodland glades to watch and weep with thee. Dear light of home! dearer than evening star Dear light of home! from loving hearts and eyes Giver of all !-both evening star and home- I MOURN THEE, BUT I LOVE NO D. RYAN.] MORE. [Music by W. V. WALLACE. I LOVED thee once, with heart as true Each joy, each care, but seem'd to twine But fortune's smiles have found thee changed, Seek not to meet me, 'twere but vain THE SLAVE TRADE. [Music by LOVER. SAMUEL LOVER.] Where of sea-foam they gracefully made her, As she launch'd, in her shell, the fair trader; But she, an insurgent by birth, Unfetter'd by legal or grave trade, And defying our laws on the earth, O'er the world, from that hour of her birth, And then, to her daughters of earth |