PEACE TO THE SLUMB'RERS!

(CATALONIAN Air.)

PEACE to the slumb'rers!

They lie on the battle-plain, With no shroud to cover them; The dew and the summer rain Are all that weep over them. Peace to the slumb'rers!

Vain was their brav'ry!—

The fallen oak lies where it lay

Across the wintry river;

But brave hearts, once swept away,

Are gone, alas! for ever.

Vain was their brav'ry!

Woe to the conq'ror!

Our limbs shall lie as cold as theirs

Of whom his sword bereft us,

Ere we forget the deep arrears Of vengeance they have left us! Woe to the conq'ror!

WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER.

(SICILIAN AIR.)

WHEN thou shalt wander by that sweet light
We used to gaze on so many an eve,
When love was new and hope was bright,
Ere I could doubt or thou deceive-
Oh, then, rememb'ring how swift went by
Those hours of transport, even thou mayst sigh.

Yes, proud one! even thy heart may own
That love like ours was far too sweet

To be, like summer garments, thrown
Aside, when pass'd the summer's heat;
And wish in vain to know again

Such days, such nights, as bless'd thee then.

WHO'LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS?

(PORTUGUESE AIR.)

HYMEN, late, his love-knots selling,

Call'd at many a maiden's dwelling,

None could doubt, who saw or knew them,
Hymen's call was welcome to them.

"Who'll buy my love-knots ?
"Who'll buy my love-knots ?"
Soon as that sweet cry resounded,
How his baskets were surrounded!

Maids, who now first dreamt of trying
These gay knots of Hymen's tying;
Dames, who long had sat to watch him
Passing by, but ne'er could catch him;
"Who'll buy my love-knots?

"Who'll buy my love-knots?".

All at that sweet cry assembled ;

Some laugh'd, some blush'd, and some trembled.

"Here are knots," said Hymen, taking

Some loose flowers, "of Love's own making; "Here are gold ones-you may trust 'em "

(These, of course, found ready custom). "Come, buy my love-knots!

"Come, buy my love knots!

"Some are labell'd Knots to tie men—

"Love the maker-Bought of Hymen.'

Scarce their bargains were completed,

When the nymphs all cried, "We're cheated! "See these flowers-they're drooping sadly; "This gold-knot, too, ties but badly

"Who'd buy such love-knots?

"Who'd buy such love-knots?

"Even this tie, with Love's name round it —

"All a sham He never bound it."

Love, who saw the whole proceeding,
Would have laugh'd, but for good-breeding;
While old Hymen, who was used to

Cries like that these dames gave loose to

"Take back our love-knots!

"Take back our love-knots!"

Coolly said, "There's no returning

"Wares on Hymen's hands Good morning!"

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SEE, THE DAWN FROM HEAVEN.

(TO AN AIR SUNG AT ROME, ON CHRISTMAS EVE.)

SEE, the dawn from Heaven is breaking
O'er our sight,

And Earth, from sin awaking,
Hails the light!

See those groups of angels, winging
From the realms above,

On their brows, from Eden, bringing
Wreaths of Hope and Love.

Hark, their hymns of glory pealing
Through the air,

To mortal ears revealing

Who lies there!

In that dwelling, dark and lowly,

Sleeps the heavenly Son,

He, whose home's above, the Holy,

Ever Holy One!

NETS AND CAGES.'

(SWEDISH AIR.)

COME, listen to my story, while
Your needle's task you ply;

At what I sing some maids will smile,

While some, perhaps, may sigh.

Though Love's the theme, and Wisdom blames

Such florid songs as ours,

Yet Truth sometimes, like eastern dames,

Can speak her thoughts by flowers.
Then listen, maids, come listen, while
Your needle's task you ply;

At what I sing there's some may smile,
While some, perhaps, will sigh.

Young Cloe, bent on catching Loves,
Such nets had learn'd to frame,
That none, in all our vales and groves,
E'er caught so much small game :
But gentle Sue, less giv'n to roam,
While Cloe's nets were taking
Such lots of Loves, sat still at home,
One little Love-cage making.

Come, listen, maids, &c.

1 Suggested by the following remark of Swift: The reason why so few marriages are happy, is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages."