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Descriptive Ballad, “The wreck of the Hesperus," Hatton


It was the schooner Hesperus,

That sailed the wintry sea ;
And the skipper had ta’en his little daughter,

To bear him company.


Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,

With his pale face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the falling snow

On his fixed and glassy eyes.

Then the maiden clasped her hands, and prayed

That saved she might be ; And she thought of HIM who stilled the waves

On the Lake of Galilee.

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,

Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the bark swept on

Towards the reef of “Norman's Woe."

Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,

With the masts, went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,

Ho! ho! the breakers roared !

At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,

A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,

Lashed close to a drifting mast.

The salt sea was frozen on her breast,

The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,

On the billows fall and rise.

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,

In the midnight and the snow !
Oh! save us all from a death like this,

On the reef of “ Norman's Woe.”

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Pianoforte, Violin, and VioloncelloMR. WHITEHEAD SMITH, REV. J. D. GLENNIE. MR. REINAGLE.


Air & Chorus, with Orchestral accompaniments, Handel

From the “Ode for St. Cecilia's Day."

Tenor Solo by J. MASON, ESQ.
Pianoforte—H. A. D. SEYMOUR.

The trumpet's loud clangor

Invites us to arms,
With shrill notes of anger,

And mortal alarms.
The double, double, double beat

Of the thundering drum,
Cries, hark! the foes come,
Charge! charge! 'tis too late to retreat.

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