THE VESPER HYMN.

Russian Air.

HARK! the vesper hymn is stealing
O'er the waters, soft and clear-
Nearer yet, and nearer pealing,
Now it bursts upon the ear.

Jubilate,

-Amen.

Farther now-now farther stealing
Soft it fades upon the ear.

Now, like moonlight waves retreating,
To the shore, it dies along:
Now, like angry surges meeting,
Breaks the mingled tide of song.
Hark! again! like waves retreating
To the shore, it dies along.

GRACE DARLING,

OR, THE WRECKER'S DAUGHTER

"OH! father loved! the storm is ra

ging,

And cold and heavy the night mist

falls;

Some hapless crew, a prey to danger, For help, for help, despairing calls.

Trim, trim the lamp-the boat launch quickly,

Though dangers threaten, the worst we'll brave.

The toil I heed not, if we can rescue The shipwreck'd wanderers from the grave.

Oh! father loved! the storm is raging, And cold and heavy the night wind falls;

The boat launch quickly-the boat launch quickly,

Some hapless crew for help now calls."

<< My gentle child, 'twere worse than madness,

To tempt the billow this fearful night; Again to sleep-to rest betake thee: Await-await the morning's light." "I cannot sleep-their shrieks appal

me

Oh, father! heard you that piercing cry?

Arise thee! hasten! the day is breaking!

Look out! look out!—a wreck I spy Oh! father loved' I fear no danger:

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With thee I will boldly breast the

wave;

The boat launch quickly-the boat launch quickly,

Yon hapless crew we yet may save.

The boat is launch'd-through breakers roaring,

Like some wild bird the frail skiff flew ;

That gentle girl, with love unshaken, Has saved from death that hapless

crew.

The danger past, her heart beats lightly, Her silent transport no pride betrays; Though grateful tears are round her falling,

And hearts are throbbing to her

praise

The danger past, her heart beats lightly, Her silent transport no pride betrays, Though greatful tears are round her falling,

And hearts are throbbing to hes

praise.

THE BONNY SLEIGH.

AIR.-The bonny boat

O SWIFTLY glides the bonny sleigh,
Just parted from the door,

With jingling bells and horses' neigi
The snow dash'd up before.
This pleasure now, and happy chees
Are much enjoy'd indeed;
With blooming belles to us so dear,
To Laurel Hill we'll speed.
We cast our lines upon the rails,
Where snow had drifted wide:
Our bonny sleigh, coats, hats and vens,
Were all then laid aside:

Then happy proved the merry dance
Upon the mansion floor;
While wine and cider, mull'd and warm,
Came in at every door.

The skaters on the ice may sing,
Whilst all around they charm;
But we prefer the sleigh bells ring,
When all wrapp'd up so warm •
It safely bears its lovely store
Through many a stormy gale;
Whilst joyful shouts from half a score
Our merry party hail.

We cast our lines upon the rails,
Where snow had drifted wide;
Our bonny sleigh, coats, hats and veils,
Were all then laid aside :

Then happy prov'd the jolly folks,
With ne'er a sigh nor care:

We'll now return and crack some jokes,

Where all our treasures are.

Now near the city we are come,
The lamps I plainly see;

From the good dame that we left as home,

Our welcome warm will be:

The well known shout, and sleigh bells' ring,

Seem echoing in her ears;

Now come, my boys, let's loudly sing,
She'll soon forget her fears.
We'll cast our lines upon the post,
That stands before the door,
And then we'll all our fingers toast,
And sleigh a little more.

Then happy prove each pleasant jaunt
Upon the wintry plain;

I'm sure we shall not sleighing want, If snow don't turn to rain.