Think the chapter of life oft reverses the scene, [been;
And the rich man becomes what the poor man has
Think that chapter must end, for but short is the
That will give us the power to benefit man.

THE SCOTTISH BLUE BELL.

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Music-at Sutherland's; D'Almaine's, Soho Square; or Wybrow's, Rathbone Place.

LET the proud Indian boast of his jessamine bowers, His pastures of perfume, and rose-cover'd dells, While humbly I sing of those wild little flowers, The Blue Bells of Scotland, the Scottish Blue Bells.

Wave, wave your dark plume, ye sons of the mountain, For brave is the chieftain your prowess who quells, And dreadful your wrath as the foam-flashing fountain,

That calms its wild waves 'mid the Scottish Blue Bells.

Then strike the loud harp, to the land of the river, The mountain, the valley, with all their wild spells. And shout in the chorus, for ever and ever- [Bells!" "The Blue Bells of Scotland, the Scottish Blue

Sublime are your hills-when the young day is beaming

And green are your groves, with their cool crystal

wells;

And bright are your broadswords, like morning dew gleaming,

On Blue Bells of Scotland, on Scottish Blue Bells!

Awake, ye light fairies, that trip o'er the heather, Ye mermaids, arise from your coraline cells; Come forth with your chorus, all chanting together,"The Blue Bells of Scotland, the Scottish Blue Bells ""

LET THE WAITER BRING CLEAN GLASSES.

LET the waiter bring clean glasses,

With a fresh supply of wine,

For I see by all your faces

In my wishes you will join.

It is not the charms of beauty
Which I purpose to explain,
We awhile will leave that duty
For a more prevailing theme.
To the health I'm now proposing,
Let's have one full glass at least,
No one here can think't imposing-
'Tis the founder of the feast.

LET US DRINK TO OLD FRIENDS. Music-at T. E. Purday's, St. Paul's Church Yard. LET us drink to old friends! let us drink to old friends! For all the weary cares of life, whose love has made amends!

We'll pledge them in a glass, and we'll pledge them in the bowl,

Time may roll, but ne'er shall pass their remembrance from our soul!

Let us drink to old frinds, &c.

Let us drink to old loves! let us drink to old loves! While memory with a gentle sigh our fond affection proves;

We'll pledge them in a glass and we'll pledge them in the bowl,

Time may roll, but ne'er shall pass their remembrance from our soul!

Let us drink to old loves, &c.

Let us drink to new friends! let us drink to new friends! May they know and feel the pure delight to life that friendship lends;

May the bounding heart of joy and the laden heart of care,

Ever find without alloy friendship true that heart to share.

Let us drink to new friends, &c.

Let us drink to all around! let us drink to all around! May wine and wit, and cheerful glee, with us be ever found!

If the storms of fortune lour, in this circle are a few Who will prove the magic power of social hearts and true!

Let us drink to all around, &c.

KELVIN GROVE.

Music at Z. T. Purday's, Holborn.

LET us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O,
Thro' its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, O;
Where the rose, in all her pride,
Paints the hollow dingle side,

Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, O.
Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O,
To the cove beside the rill, bonnie lassie, 0;
Where the glens rebound the call

Of the lofty water-fall,

Thro' the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie, O. Tho' I dare not call thee mine, bonnie lassie, O, As the smile of fortune's thine, bonnie lassie, O, Yet was fortune on my side,

I could stay thy father's pride,

And might win thee for my bride, bonnie lassie, O. For the frowns of fortune lower, bonnie lassie, O, On thy lover at this hour, bonnie lassie, O

Ere the golden orb of day

Wakes the warblers on the spray,

From this land I must away, bonnie lassie, O.

Then farewell to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O, And adieu to all I love, bonnie lassie, 0),

To the river winding clear,

To the fragrant scented brier,

Ev'n to thee, of all most dear, bonnie lassie O.

And when on a distant shore, bonnie lassie, O,
Should I fall, midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie, O
Wilt thou, Ellen, when you
hear

Of thy lover on his bier,

To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie, O?

LET US TAKE THE ROAD.
Music-at Wybrow's, Rathbone Place.
Let us take the road,

Hark! I hear the sound of coaches,
The hour of attack approaches,

To your arms, brave boys! and load.
See the ball I hold,

Let the chymists toil like asses;

Our fire their fire surpasses,

And turns all our lead to gold.

LIFE LET US CHERISH.

Music-at Z. T. Purday's, Holborn.

LIFE let us cherish while yet the taper glows
And the fresh floweret pluck e'er it close.
Why are we fond of toil and care,

Why chose the rankling thorn to wear;
And heedless, by the lily stray,

Which blossoms in our way?

Life let us cherisn, &c.

When clouds obscure the atmosphere,
And fork'd lightnings rend the air;

The sun resumes his silver crest

And smiles adown the west.

Life let us cherish, &c.

The genial seasons soon are o'er,
Then let us, ere we quit the shore,
Contentment seek, it is life's zest,
The sunshine of the breast.

Life let us cherish, &c.

Away with every toil and care,

And cease the rankling thorn to wear;
With manful hearts life's conflict meet,
Till death sounds the retreat.

Life let us cherish, &c.

LIGHT BE AROUND THEE. Music-at Wybrow's, Rathbone Place. LIGHT be around thee, Hope be thy guide Gay be thy bark, and smooth be the tide, Soft be the wind that beareth thee on, Sweet be thy welcome thy wanderings done. Bright be the hearth, may the eyes yon love best, Greet the long absent, again to his rest,

Be thy life like sweet music that floateth away;
Or the breeze ling'ring o'er the rose-tree in May.
Light be around thee, &c.

But still whilst thy moments in melody roll,
Be one sad remembrance left on thy soul;

Be the song of the ev'ning thrice sweet on thine ear
Then think how thy twilights were pass'd away here
And yet let the shadow of sorrowing be,

Soft as the winds of Autumn to thee;

One faint recollection, one best sigh of thine,
May be granted to love so devoted as mine,

Light be around thee, &c.

THE ANCHORSMITHS.

Music at Wybrow's.

LIKE Etna's dread volcano, see the ample forge
Large heaps upon large heaps of jetty fuel gorge