SONG. Master TIDMAN.

Come, ever-smiling liberty,

And with thee bring thy jocund train;
For thee we pant, and sigh for thee,
With whom eternal pleasures reign.

CONCERTO, 6th.

Handel.

Geminiani.

ACT II.

DUETT, Violin and Violoncello.

Messrs. MARSHALL and REINAGLE.

SONG. Miss WALKER.

With the sun I rise at morn,

Haste my flocks into the mead;

By the fields of yellow corn,
There my gentle lambs I feed.

Ever sportive, ever gay,
While the merry pipe I play.

Mira oft too joins the strain,

Calls the wand'rer to its mate;

Her sweet voice can soothe each pain,

And make the troubled heart elate.

Ever cheerful, ever gay,

While the merry pipe I play.

When from winter's rugged arms
Fleeting zephyrs leave the grove;
Mira cheers me with her charms,

And each song is tun'd to love.

Ever happy, ever gay,
On the merry pipe I play.

Brooks.

Tho' no splendor deck my cot,
With my fair I live content;
May it be my happy lot

Thus to love and ne'er relent.
At each dawn and setting day
On the merry pipe I play.

GRAND CONCERTO, 6th.

Handel.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

Here, in cool grot and mossy cell,

Mornington.

We rural fays and fairies dwell;

Tho' rarely seen by mortal eye,
When the pale moon, ascending high,
Darts thro' yon limes her quiv'ring beams,
We frisk it near those chrystal streams.
Her beams reflected from the wave,
Afford the light our revels crave;
The turf, with daisies border'd o'er,
Exceeds, we wot, the Parian floor;

Nor yet for artful strains we call,
But listen to the water fall.

FINALE.

Van Maldere.

Resound, ye hills, my mournful lay!

Beneath yon elm we pass'd the day;

Oft on the rind I carv'd my vows,
While she with garlands hung the boughs.
The garlands fade—the vows are worn away-
So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.

I know thee, love, on mountains bred;
Thee wolves and savage tigers fed.

I know thee, love, from Ætna's blazing entrails torn;
Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;

D

Stevens.

Newts and blind worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in your sweet lullaby;
Never harm,

Nor spell, nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh,
So good night, with lullaby.

Weaving spiders, come not here,

Hence! ye long legg'd spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not near,

Worms and snails, do no offence.

Philomel, &c.

SONG. Miss WALKER.

From glaring shew and giddy noise,
The pleasures of the vain,
Take me, ye soft and silent joys,
To your retreats again.

Be mine, ye cool, ye peaceful groves,
Whose shades to love belong;
Where echo, as she fondly roves,
Repeats my Strephon's song.

Ah, Strephon! why should I depart
From solitude and thee;

When in that solitude thou art

A perfect world to me.

CONCERTO, 11th, Corelli.

Webbe.

Geminiani.