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Evening Star, Volume III, Issue 851, 27 January 1866, Page 4

T |HE following fresh supplies of new and popular vocal and instrumental music have arrived per Celaeno, and are on sale at GEORGE R. WEST’S Wholesale and Retail MUSIC AND PIANOFORTE WAREHOUSE, Princes-street, Dunedin. Pianoforte Solos by Favarger, Thalberg. Prudent, Blumenthal, Weley, Benedict, De Vos, Chopin, Beyer, Wallace, Osborne, Dohler, Schulhoff, Clover, B. Richards, Kluhe, Quidant, Comettant, Goria, and other eminent composers. A few 1 of the most popular songs are:— Th ere is a flower that bloometh • Convent Cell When 1 ! was young Flow on oh silver Rhine A Father’s Love Harp in the Air Turn on Old Time Let me like a Soldier fall Oh Maritana Gone is the calmness Ruth Bonny Hills of Scotland Little Nell Red Cross Banner - Ship on Fire Wolf Good bye sweetheart Star of Love Magic Wove Scarf M ‘Appari Tutti Take this cup Flowers are sleeping Alas those chimes Hear me, gentle Mar-i tana In happy moments Sainted mother Softly sighs Love and War Bring me wild flowers O steer my bark Maniac Old Sexton Adelaide Arrow and the song Sweet spirit hear my My own my guiding prayer star And a large and varied stock of English, Irish, Scotch, Comic, and Operatic Songs, too numerous to particularise, consisting of 4000 pieces. A LARGE ASSORTMENT of NEW MUSIC, SONGS/ &c. “Holy Father, I confess,” by Mrs E. Fitzgerald. A leading critical London paper says, 4 4 To begin with the outside, this song has the recommendation of a really firstrate lithograph, from the famed establishment of Messrs Day and Hughe, after a design by Mr G. Gattermole, for its title-page ; and on turning to Mrs. Fitzgerald’s share in the transaction, we are pleased to make acquaintance with very gientle, agreeable, and well-written music ; possessing also another claim to our regard on the score of its vocal excellence —for it is not all songs (even good songs) that are singable. The poetry, by Mr Winthrop is quite a curiosity,: ” Holy Father, I confess— Here she kneel’d and sighed— When the last night’s loveliness Came o’er tower and tide, * In my ear the pray’r he prayed Seems to echo yet— But the answer that I made, Father, I forget. Ora pro me. Holy Father, I confess Precious gifts he brought; Silken sandal, satin dress ; Richer ne’er were wrought, Gems that make the daylight dim, Pearls in gay gold set. What the gaud I gave to him— Father, I forget. Ora pro me! Holy Father, I confess He’s my beauty’s thrall, In the weary wilderness, In the festive hall. A ll his dreams are aye of one, Since our young hearts met; What my own may sometimes be, Father, I forget. Ora pro me ! 44 If such matters as the above are to be confessed at all, which we think questionable, surely some other than a holy father should be the recipient of the confession; and why this respectable old gentleman is to pray for the lady, under circumstances which are generally subject of congratlation, we are at a loss to understand. Merry Larh, Romance. By Gounod. Very pretty, piquant, and uncommon; this last merit we expect in M. Gounod, but it is not ever that he succeeds so eni tirely in the former; and in particular when allied to perfect simplicity, as in the 44 Merry Lark.” Compass, E flat to F on the lines. The English adaptation, too, by Mr Algernon Sydney, is neatly done. Merry lark, with the I’d wander. Far away— Singihg’mid the fields azure Thy sweet lay. Thro’ etheral realms I’d fly. Soaring to the radient sky ; Then, with silv’ry notes of music I would raise, Near the golden gates of Heav’n, Glad songs of praise. Would, sweet lark, my simple dwelling, Like thine, could be' With the flow’rets blooming round me Fresh and free ! Pride, with all its pain and care, Never more should enter there. Then with silv’ry notes, &c. GEORGE R. WEST, MUSIC AND PIANOFORTE IMPORTER, Tuner and Repairer of Harmoniums and Pianofortes, .Princes street, Duncdjp.