GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and SPENCE, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

Horsley.

See the chariot at hand here of love,
Wherein my lady rideth;

Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
And well the car love guideth.

And enamour'd do wish (so they might

But enjoy such a sight)

That they still were to run by her side

Thro' swords, thro' seas, whither she would ride.

Have you seen but a bright lily grow,
Before rude hands have pluckt it?

Ha'

you mark'd but the fall of the snow,

Before the soil hath smutch'd it?

Ha' you felt the wool o' the beaver,
Or swan's down ever?

Or have tasted the bag o' the bee?

Oh! so white, so soft, so sweet is she.

OVERTURE, Acis and Galatea.

Handel

TWENTIETH CONCERT,

MONDAY, JUNE 13, 1808.

ACT I.

OVERTURE, Pharamond.

Handel.

Handel.

SONG. Master TIDMAN.

O had I Jubal's lyre,

Or Miriam's tuneful voice,

To sounds like his I would aspire,

In songs like her's rejoice:

My humble strains but faintly show

How much to heav'n and thee I owe.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and SPENCE, and

Mr. LIDDELL.

Faintly as tolls the ev'ning chime,

Moore.

Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time;

Soon as the woods on shore look dim

We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn:

Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the day-light's past.

Why should we yet our sail unfurl?

There is not a breath the blue wave to curl;
But when the wind blows off the shore,
O sweetly we'll rest our weary oar:
Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the day-light's past.

'Twas at night when the bell had toll'd twelve,

And poor Susan was laid on her pillow,
In her ear whisper'd some flitting elve,
"Your love is now toss'd on a billow".
Far, far at sea.

All was dark, as she woke out of breath,
Not an object her fears could discover;
All was still as the silence of death,
Save fancy, which painted her lover-

Far, far at sea.

So she whisper'd a pray'r, clos'd her eyes,
But the phantom still haunted her pillow;
Whilst in terror she echoed his cries,

As struggling he sunk in a billow

CONCERTO, Violin obligato.

Far, far at sea.

Geminiani.

ACT II.

SIMPHONY.

Haydn.

SONG. Master SPENCE.

Handel.

LORD, to thee each night and day,
Strong in hope, we sing and pray;
Tho' convulsive rocks the ground,
And thy thunders roll around;
Still to thee each night and day,
Still to thee we sing and pray.

TRIO, Piano Forte, Violin, and Violoncello.

Mozart.

Messrs. VICARY, MARSHALL, and REINAGLE.

DUETT. Masters TIDMAN and SPENCE.

Do not unbind two gentle hearts,

Nor tear me from my weeping fair! Suspend the cruel, fatal stroke!

Two faithful hapless lovers spare.

Jackson.

1st GRAND CONCERTO.

Handel.