« Oh! never,» she cried, « could I think of en

shrining

An image whose looks are so joyless and dim; But yon little god, upon roses reclining,

We'll make, if you please, Sir, a Friendship of him.»

So the bargain was struck; with the little god laden,

She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove. Farewell," said the sculptor, « you're not the first maiden,

Who came but for Friendship and took away Love. >>

FLOW ON, THOU SHINING RIVER.

AIR-Portuguese.

FLOW on, thou, shining river,

But, ere thou reach the sea,

Seek Ella's bow'r and give her
The wreaths I fling o'er thee.

And tell her thus, if she'll be mine,
The current of our lives shall be,
With joys along their course to shine.
Like those sweet flow'rs on thee.

But if, in wand'ring thither

Thou find'st she mocks my pray❜r, Then leave those wreaths to wither,

Upon the cold bank there.

And tell her thus, when youth is o'er,
Her lone and loveless charms shall be
Thrown by upon life's weedy shore,
Like those sweet flowers from thee.

ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE,

AIK-Indian.

ALL that's bright must fade,
The brightest still the fleetest,
All that's sweet was made,
But to be lost when sweetest.

Stars that shine and fall,
The flower that drops in springing,
These, alas! are types of all
To which our hearts are clinging.
All that's bright must fade,
The brightest still the fleetest,
All that's sweet was made,
But to be lost when sweetest!

Who would seek or prize

Delights that end in aching?
Who would trust to ties

That ev'ry hour are breaking?
Better far to be

In utter darkness lying,

Than be blest with light and see
That light for ever flying!
All that's bright must fade, etc.

SO WARMLY WE MET.

AIR-Hungarian.

So warmly we met and so fondly we parted,
That which was the sweeter ev'n I could not

tell,

That first look of welcome her sunny eyes darted, Or that tear of passion which bless'd our fare

well.

To meet was a heav'n-and to part thus another,
Our joy and our sorrow seem'd rivals in bliss;
Oh, Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other,
Ja smiles and in tears than that moment to

this.

The first was like day-break, new, sudden, deli

cious,

The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yet— The last was that farewell of day-light more precious,

More glowing and deep, as 'tis nearer its set. Our meeting, though happy, was tinged by a

sorrow,

To think that such happiness could not remain, While our parting, though sad, gave a hope that

THOSE ev'ning bells, those ev'ning bells,
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime!

Those joyous hours are past away,
And many a heart, that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.

And so 'twill be, when I am gone,

That tuneful peal will still ring on,

While other bards shall walk these dells,
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells!

SHOULD THOSE FOND HOPES.

AIR-Portuguese.

SHOULD those found hopes e'er forsake thee,
Which now so sweetly thy heart employ,
Should the cold world come to wake thee
From all thy visions of youth and joy.

Should the gay friends for whom thou wouldst banish

Him who once thought thy young heart his

own,

All, like spring birds, falsely vanish,

And leave thy winter unheeded and lone.

Oh! 'tis then he thou hast slighted

Would come to cheer thee, when all seem'd o'er; Then the truant, lost and blighted,

Would to his bosom be taken once more.