The Sun.
London, England, 1866-04-25 00:00:00

VOCAL MUSIC BY FRANZ ABT•

(PUBLISHED BY COCKS AND Co.)
Several charming ballads—songs set almost all
of them to the accompaniment of the piano, one of
them exceptionally, however, to the added accom-
paniment of the tambourine, have recently been
composed by that accomplished musician and
finished master of his art, Franz Abt. Appearing
together, published simultaneously by the Messrs.
Cocks and Co., of New Burlington-street, these
lovely little ditties come to us seasonably enough
like the multiplying notes of the song-birds now
beginning to be heard day by day in greater variety
and volume among the budding leaves and opening
flowers. More especially bearing a distinct resem-
blance to these vernal songs of the birds is the very
first of these same graceful ditties that our hand
lights upon, purely by chance, after penning the
previous sentence:—
The Old Old Tale, it is called, the words of it

being written by William Hills, and set daintily to
the fluent warbling accompaniment, imitative of the
night-birds' songs, listened to by the lovers of whom
the ditty itself speaks, or rather sings.
When Stars are in the Quiet Sky—the poetry by
Sir E. Bulwer Lytton—is in a loftier strain, and
upon a more ambitious theme, befitting the tender
and contemplative view of the poet of Eva and of
Constance.

I Love my Little Native Isle—the stanzas by Dr.
Charles Mackay—is the tambourine song already
referred to, with a pretty rippling accompaniment
of that hollow shell-shaped rattle of the Spanish
dancers to the tralalalala of the singer after the
trilling forth of the lengthened utterance of the
word tambourrurrrrine ! . _ _

Fortune with a Shining Face—a ballad also
written by Dr. Mackay—is more to our liking,
however, as worthy alike of both the song-writers
engaged upon its production, meaning, of course,
both Franz Abt and Charles Mackay—both Poet
and Musician.

The Sacred Day—the words by J. E. Carpenter,
is replete with devotional feeling.
I Cannot Bear to say Farewell—the poetry by W.
S. Passmore, is a graceful, flowing composition, and
Stay, Gentle Morn, a While—the words of which are
by the late Right Hon. Lord Leigh, is singularly
melodious.

NOVEL INVENTION.—Our attention has been re-
cently called to a very ingenious and novel inven-
tion, patented by Messrs. Gottheimer and Co., of 39,
Goodge-street, Tottenham-court-road, London, by which
a watch may be securely protected from the greatest adept
at pocket-picking. It consists of an elastic guard, with a
swivel attached, and fastens by a hook to the bottom of
the waistcoat pocket through the lining ; it then becomes
impossible to abstract the watch. The protector applies
also to a pocket-book or portemonnaie, either of which by
being encircled with the elastic band, and then fastened
through the lining of the coat or other pocket, effectually
secures them from being lost or stolen. So useful an
article, as the protector unluestionably is, will be found to
be an effectual safeguard not only to bankers' and mer-
chants' clerks, but to those also of our country friends who
usually attend tho various cattle and other markets,
agricultural meetings, &c. ; its cost is but two shillings, and
can be procured of the principal jewellers and fancy sta-
tioners in the United Kingdom.—Front the Fanners' Journal
and Agrimitura? Magazine,