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; Full and round. without a wrinkle or a fold. By the vessel's stately side, Or the wild sea-birds that follow through the air; 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; The happy songs of childhood which we sung; Sound the glories that Britannia yet shall bear- 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, With voice by mem'ry soften'd clear and low; Shall sing "St. Patrick's morning" void of care; 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; Thine eyes are stars of morning, Ah! thou moon that shinest IF I HAD A THOUSAND A-YEAR.. [Mrs. P. MILLARD.] "Oh! if I had a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green, And what sights I would see, If I had a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green. "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 "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 !. "And when you are aged and gray, Robin Rough, If you then had a thousand a-year, Robin Rough? H "I ne'er can tell what you're at, Gaffer Green, 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, As one with a thousand a-year, Robin Rough! YOUNG ROBIN ROUGH AND HIS [Mrs. P. MILLARD.] "Have you heard the strange news just come down, Gaffer Green, That they're talking of now far and near? Had his wish, sure enough, And he's now got a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green! "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, With a touch of his thousand a-year, Master Cross! "Ah! but Rob must take care, must take care, Gaffer Green, Or he'll spend all his new-gotten gear; He may want it you see If he saved all his thousand a-year, Gaffer Green! "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! 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, The songs of the shepherd are hush'd in the grove- The vine round the cottage door strays, |