The Sun.
London, England, 1850-03-08 00:00:00

NEW MUSIC.

" The lagle-Side."• Poetry by Eliza C 0011; composed
by W. H. Aldridge.
Those who have listened to and loved the song of
" The Old Arm Chair," will welcome the publication
of another ballad by the same popular authoress. The
words are doubtless already familiar to most of our
readers, therefore we need hardly pause to observe
they are in every way worthy of their gifted
authoress. The music is pleasing, and happily in
keeping ,with the spirit of the song; the air, which is
the same in the three verses, has beauty of its own,
and is one which will haunt the memory after being
once heard.

" Beneath thy Casement." -The Words by Wallbridge
Lunn ; the Music by Henry C. Lunn.
This serenade is spirited and expressive. The
words are melodious, and the accompaniment, which
has a flowing softness of character, is occasionally
varied by a bar or two of the brilliant staccato move-
ment.

"Gay Lark" and " Let us be Joyous." The Words by
Wal!bridge Lunn; the
Music by John Ashmore.
Two very charming ballads, the first arranged in
flats, the key of E major, the second in C major.
They are sprightly, graceful, and within the compass
of most ordinary voices. " Gay Lsrk" in particular
is a felicitous adaptation of the words. It combines
melody, freshness, and sentiment. " Let us be
Joyous," as its name would indicate, is on the whole
of a livelier strain, yet not the less graceful.

3 Christian Virtues." A' os. and III.—" Ha •

These f(m)rimlitYai" series Fortitude,"
of s readnds'o'nPgsit,y.'' written by
Fanny E. Lacy, composed by Montague Corri. We
scarcely know which to commend the most—poet, or
sacred
composer—there is such apparent equality between
them. The style of these songs, as their titles be-
speak, is essentially sacred, and as such not the less
welcome, seeing how few of this class claim public
attention. We have songs, ballads, serenades, polkas,
waltzes, springing up at all hands, fresh and plentiful
as the sounds of approaching summer; but seldom or
never have we our ears greeted with solemn melodies
such as we are now called upon to notice. The sym-
phonies of each of these songs are characteristic, and
arranged with a tasteful simplicity; while the three
frontispieces are of themselves a guarantee of public
favour. We shall hope to see the series continued.

" Adieu, ye Woods." The Words by Wallbridge
Lunn; the Music by John Ashmore.
Here we have a song that takes our fancy captive
at once, and every note of which finds its echo in the
heart, arranged in three flats. It commences with
the andante movement, which is pathetically sus-
tained throughout. "Peace to Thee," and "No
Form but Thine," also written by Wallbridge Lunn,
and composed by Henry C. Lunn, are Lf the same
class, and in no way inferior. " Peace to Thee" has
a peculiar attraction about it from its earnest and
touching sadness ; it is pensive without being doleful,
and has simplicity devoid of feebleness. Another re-
commendation attached to this ballad we cannot pass
over unnoticed, this is its conciseness ; it consists of
its
beauty two verses. Thus we unhesitatingly aver
beauty to be enhanced, for how numerous are the
songs which, though sweet in themselves, now fail to
please from the ill-judged length to which they are
extended.

" The Farewell Lay." The Poetry from Words-
worth : the Music* F. Haines, author of " Lov'd
Home."
This charming little ditty should immediately oc-
cupy a place in the drawing-rooms of our accom-
plished countrywomen. The words are all that we
might expect from the muse of Wordsworth, and are
infinitely enhanced by the maze of "sweet sound "
by which they are now surrounded. Mr. Frederick
Haines in this, " The Farewell Lay," exhibits as
much taste as he does skill,
and has every reason to
congratulate himself upon a most successful essay.