The Sun.
London, England, 1853-05-10 00:00:00

MADLLE. SAINVILLE'S CONCE.RZ

Yesterday an evening concert, which was verydl.llls.o
rously and fashionably attended, was given at ":
of
Rooms, by Madlle. Letitia Sainville. The seleoti%fir
music for the occasion was, to say the least of it, :00
ciently diversified. This, we fancy, will be WOO
on the most cursory glance at the programme. fro'
were included, for example, among the masters whi,
whose works the different pieces had been culled' 1e
and De Beriot, and Verdi, and Dr. Arne, and 11211;leriot
and Rossini, and Mercadante, and Donizetti. 1)6"--00,
by the way, because of an astonishing little phenotae
Mademoiselle Barwolf, who performed one of hid et'
certos on the violin with surprising brilliancY.lin f
pression. Thalberg too, because of a fantasia ths
rendered by Madame Bompiani on the pianoforte-;i0
theme being taken from La Somnambula. Besid°net.
there were other timely attractions. There was a e
ballad "Absence," sung last night for the first tit°_,,b,
Mr. George Tedder—and there was, seasonably enope
Kiicken's song of "Sweet May," sung by
Iv" Miss eel'
Braham. An aria, called " The Magic °fll°lne' " --beer)
later on in the evening by Mr. C. Cotton—having
composed expressly for him by Mr. J. Blewitt. the
attraction of the night, however, was incontestabiroe
new song, composed by Mr. J. H. Hatton, ivot
Slave's Dream"—one of the most exquisite of the 11;0
poems of Professor Longfellow. Fortunately fie for
Hatton it was introduced to an English auaienAe for
the first time last evening by Herr Brandt,
tunately for that artist, he was accompanied
Alexandre Billet, the distinguished piani°'„'ecoor
one of the most graceful and artistic of ore,
paniests. Herr Brandt, as a matter of door
commanded for the new song an unanimous a!0011
dial encore—throwing into its delivery that Ini;oiti
and tenderness which his fine organ has the door
of giving utterance to. The singer, more than tw't (On
poser, we conceive, has done justice to the P°;;;01,,
while we admired the feeling with which Oar ''ledge
delivered those five noble verses, we must aolo.„%er
ourselves somewhat disappointed with the Ijor,ollag'
which Mr. Hatton has interpreted the '3'ry
of Longfellow. Remembering the everliy%
terest with which the subject of Slavery
W to
• garded in this country, and recollecting !1(31;0,0
enthusiasm excited by "Uncle Tom's Cabin vre
cently been confirmed by the warmth of Mrs• to
reception amongst ourselves—we are tempt
ao'v
scribe the words of the new song, and the more 70008
because we have found them unknown, eve„12,,,,,,
those most familiar with the poetry of LOngfell''''

THE SLAVE'S DREAM.
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle in his hand ;
His breast was bare—his matted hair
Was buried in the sand •
Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep,
He saw his native land.
Wide through the landscape of his dresses,
The lordly Niger How'd ;
Beneath the palm-trees on the plain,
Once more a king he strode,
And heard the tinkling caravans
Descend the mountain-road.
•
He saw once more his dark-eyed Queen,
Among her children stand ;
They clasp'd his neck—they kis*'d his cheep'
They held him by the hand ;
A tear burst from the sleeper's lids,
And fell into the sand.
At night he heard the lion roar,
And the fierce hyena scream,
And the river horse, as he crushed the reed
Beside some hidden stream ;
And it pass'd like a glorious roll of drilla°,
Through the triumph of his dream.
He (lid not feel the driver's whip,
Nor the burning heat of day ;
For death had illumined the land of oleelh
And his lifeless body lay
A worn-out fetter, that the soul
the
Had broken, and thrown away !
nev( re"
If only from the interest recently excited ste secoce'•
Abolition Movement, a wide popularity will "
Tb Sl° of
.
we conjecture, to this new version of ,ertaio 0e
Dream" of e
Longfellow. The rest of the en'
passed off in everyrespect satisfactorily.