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3 FAREWELL:-BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR.

Words by Moore.

Farewell ! but whenever you welcome the hour, That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too. And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you. His griefs may return-not a hope may remain Of the few that have brighten'd his path-way of pain- But he ne'er will forget the short vision that threw Its enchantment around him, while ling'ring with you.

And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy friends ! shall be with you that night; Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles, And return to me, beaming all o'er with your smiles ! Too bless'd if he tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd, “I wish he were here!"

Let fate do her worst ! there are relies of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy, Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled ; Like the vase in which roses have once been distill'd You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will; But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

HERE'S A HEALTH, BONNIE SCOTLAND, TO THEE. A Ballad, Sane by Madame Vestris, Miss Stephens, Miss Love, Mino Paton, and Mr Braham The Poetry by W. H. Freeman, Esq. The Melody by Alex- ander Lee.

Here we health to fair Scotland, the land of the brave! Here's a health to the bold and the free !! And as long as the thistle and heather shall wave, Here's a health, bonnie Scotland, to thee !