THE ENGLISHMAN'S WIFE.

J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by W. L. PHILLIPS. "Tis a libel on woman to say through the casement Love flies when grim poverty comes to the door; For the heart that is noble ne'er feels its debasement To love when the loved one is wealthy no more. There are ties that are felt in the time of dejection, That link us more closely to love and to life;

And who the world's trials can bring to subjection Like she who must share them-an Englishman's wife ?

We should fail, we should sink 'neath the weight of our sorrow,

Were it not that for others we struggle to thrive; And our children might clamour with hunger to

morrow,

If we fail'd for a day to be hopeful and strive. Then what though our future be sunless and dreary, And the path we now traverse the down-hill of lifeThough scanty the board, still the home may be cheery, Illumed by the bright smiles of children and wife.

FAR, FAR UPON THE SEA.

C. MACKAY.]

Far, far upon the sea,

[Music by H. RUSSELL.

The good ship speeding free,

Upon the deck we gather young and old;
And view the flapping sail
Swelling out before the gale,

Full and round. without a wrinkle or a fold.
Or watch the waves that glide

By the vessel's stately side,

Or the wild sea-birds that follow through the air;
Or gather in a ring,

And with cheerful voices sing.

Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair.

Far, far upon the sea,

With the sunshine on our lee,

We talk of pleasant days when we were young;
And remember, though we roam,
The sweet melodies of home-

The happy songs of childhood which we sung;
And though we quit her shore
To return to it no more,

Sound the glories that Britannia yet shall bear-
That "Britons rule the waves,

And never shall be slaves."

Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair.

Far, far

upon

the sea,

Whate'er our country be,

The thought of it shall cheer us as we go,
And Scotland's sons shall join
"In the days of old lang syne,"

With voice by mem'ry soften'd clear and low;
And the men of Erin's isle,
Battling sorrow with a smile,

Shall sing "St. Patrick's morning" void of care;
And thus we pass the day,

As we journey on our way

Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair.

GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT, BELOVED.

H. W. LONGFELLOW.]

[Music by S. GLOVER.

Good night, good night, beloved!

I come to watch o'er thee;
To be near thee, to be near thee,
Alone, is peace for me.

Thine eyes are stars of morning,
Thy lips are crimson flow'rs;
Good night, good night, beloved!
While I count the weary hours.
Good night, &c.

Ah! thou moon that shinest
Argent clear above!
All night long enlighten
My sweet lady love!
Good night, &c.

IF I HAD A THOUSAND A-YEAR.. [Mrs. P. MILLARD.]

"Oh! if I had a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green,
But I ne'er shall have it, I fear,
What a man I should be,

And what sights I would see,

If I had a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green.
Oh! if I had a thousand a-year!"

"The best wish you could have (take my word, Robin Rough)

Will not pay for your bread and your beer;

But be honest and true,

Say what would you do,

If you had got a thousand a-year, Robin Rough 2
Oh! if you had got a thousand a-year!"

"I would do-why, I cannot tell what, Gaffer Green 2 I would go I scarcely know where !

I would scatter the chink,

And leave others to think,

While I lived on a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green !.
While I lived on a thousand a-year!"

"And when you are aged and gray, Robin Rough,
And the day of your death it draws near,
What, 'midst all your pains,
Would you do with your gains,

If you then had a thousand a-year, Robin Rough?
If you then had a thousand a-year!"

H

"I ne'er can tell what you're at, Gaffer Green,
Your questions are always so queer;
But as other folks die,

I suppose so must I."

"What! and give up your thousand a-year! What! and give up your thousand a-year!

"There's a place, too, that's better than this, Robin Rough,

And I hope in my heart you'll go there,
Where the poor man's as great,
Though he has no estate,

As one with a thousand a-year, Robin Rough!
Aye, as if he had a thousand a-year."

YOUNG ROBIN ROUGH AND HIS
THOUSAND A-YEAR.

[Mrs. P. MILLARD.]

"Have you heard the strange news just come down, Gaffer Green,

That they're talking of now far and near?
How young Robin Rough

Had his wish, sure enough,

And he's now got a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green!
He's now got a thousand a-year

"Young Rob's a good heart, and I'm glad, Master Cross, Oh! it will not spoil him, never fear;

In the face of the poor

He will not shut his door,

Though he has got a thousand a-year, Master Cross! Though he has got a thousand a-year!"

"But 'twould be but the way of the world, Gaffer Green, If he did not see now quite so clear;

They say yellow mists rise,

And soon dim a man's eyes,

When he once gets a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green! When he once gets a thousand a-year!"

"Robin's eyes were not dim t'other day, Master Cross,
When his poor old friend Harry was here!
Robin soon cured his pain,
And made sunshine again,

With a touch of his thousand a-year, Master Cross!
With a touch of his thousand a-year!"

"Ah! but Rob must take care, must take care, Gaffer Green,

Or he'll spend all his new-gotten gear;
How much better 'twould be-

He may want it you see

If he saved all his thousand a-year, Gaffer Green!
If he saved all his thousand a-year!"

"If he spends the last pound he's got, Master Cross, He'll be richer than some folks, I fear;

For a heart such as Rob's,

Though 'neath tatters it throbs,

Is worth ten times a thousand a-year, Master Cross!
Is worth ten times a thousand a-year!"

THE PEACE OF THE VALLEY IS FLED.

E. FITZBALL.]

[Music by M. W. BALFE.

The peace of the valley is fled!

The dream of its once happy hours,

Disturb'd by the rude soldier's tread,

While the blood of the brave stains its flowers.

The young heart, which beat but to love,
Forsaken lies blighted and dead;

The songs of the shepherd are hush'd in the grove-
The peace of the valley is fled.

The vine round the cottage door strays,
Its wild boughs neglected and torn;
From her door must the sad widow gaze
For a form which can never return.