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ter who increases the beauty of the original fandscape by the finishing touches of the pencil.

J. B.

NOTE. The clauses printed in Italics are not exclusively parenthetical. They are frequently merely indicative of a necessary change in the melody.

KEY TO THE MARKS.

The figure 7, ....... Pause.

Italics,

Those words or clauses on

which the voice falls one degree.

The following mark, Quantity.

Albany, June 12th, 1828.

EXERCISES

IN

READING AND RECITATION.

THE EXILE OF ERIN.

T. CAMPBELL.

7 There came to the | beach 7 | 7 a poor | exile of | Erin, |

7 The dew on his | thin 7 | robe 7 | 7 was | heavy and chill; 7 |

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7 For his country he sigh'd 7 | 7 when at | twilight repairing, |

7 To wander a lone 77 by the wind-beaten | hill. 7 | ||

7 But the day-star | 7 at | tracted his | eye's sad devotion |

7 For it rose 7 | 7 on his own native | isle of the |

ocean |

Where 7 once 77 in the | fervour of youth's warm e | motion |

7 He sung the bold | anthem 7 | 7 of | Erin go |

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Sad is my fate! 7 | 7 (said the | heart- 7 | broken | stranger) |

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7 The | wild-deer and | wolf 7 | 7 to a | covert can | flee 7 |

7 But | I have no | refuge | 7 from | famine and | danger

7 A home and a | country | 7 re | main not to |

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me. 7

Never again 7 | 7 in the green 7 | sunny | bowers |

7 Where my forefathers | liv'd 7 | 7 shall I spend the sweet hours 7 |

7 Or cover my | harp 7 | 7 with the wild woven | flowers

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7 And strike to the numbers | 7 of | Erin go | bragh. 7| | |

Erin! | 7 my | country! | 7 tho' | sad and for | sa

ken | Į

7 In dreams 77 I re- | visit thy | sea-beaten |

shore 7

7 But, a | las! 7 | 7 in a | far foreign | land I a |

waken |

7 And | sigh for the | friends 7 | 7 that can | meet me no more. 7 | | | |

Oh! 7 cruel fate! 7 | 7 wilt thou | never re | place me |

7 In a mansion of peace, 7|7 where no perils can chase me? |

| Never again shall my | brothers em | brace me, | |

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7 They died to defend me, | 7 or | live to de | plore. 7 |

Where is my cabin | door, 7 | fast by the | wild 7 wood? 7 |

| Sisters and | sire, 7 | 7 did ye | weep for its | fall? 7

Where is the mother that look'd on my | childhood? | | |

7 And where is the | bosom- | friend, 7 | dearer than | all? 7 | | │

Ah! 7 | 7 my | sad 7 | soul, 7 | long a | bandon'd by | pleasure | |

Why did it doat on a | fast fading | treasure | | | ト Tears, 7 | 7 like the | rain-drops | 7 may | fall with-, out | measure |

7 But | rapture and | beauty | 7 they cannot re | call. 7 | | |

Yet 7 | all its | fond 7 | 7 recollections sup | pressing

| One 7 | dying | wish 7 | 7 my | lone 7 | bosom shall draw. 7 | |

Erin! | 7 an exile | 7 be | queaths thee his | blessing |

Land of my forefathers! | | Erin go | bragh!

Buried and cold, 7 | 7 when my heart | stills her motion |

| Green be thy | fields 7 | sweetest | isle of the | ocean |

7 And thy | harp-striking | bards 7 | sing a | loud with devotion |

Erin | 7 ma | vournin! | Erin | go 7 | 7 bragh. 7 |

THE HERMIT.

BEATTIE.

7 At the close of the | day, 7 | 7 when the | hamlet

is | still, 7 |

7 And mortals | 7 the | sweets of forgetfulness | prove, 7 |

7 When | nought but the | torrent | 7 is | heard on the | hill, 7 |

7 And | nought but the | nightingale's | song 7 | 7 in the grove: 7 |

7 It was | thus, 7 | 7 by the | cave of the | mountain/ a | far, 7 |

7 While his | harp rung symphonious, | 7 a | hermit be gan; 7 |

7 No more with him | self, 7 | 7 or with nature at | war, 7 |

7 He | thought as a | sage 7 | 7 tho' he | felt as a |

man. 7

Ah 7 why 7 7 all a | bandon'd to | darkness and | wo 7 |

Why 7 lone Philo | mela | 7 that | languishing | fall? 7 |

7 For | spring shall re | turn, 7 | 7 and a lover bes | tow, 7 |

7 And sorrow | 7 no longer thy bosom en ] thrall, 7 |

7 But if | pity in | spire thee, | 7 re | new the sad |

lay; 7 |

Mourn, 7 | sweetest com | plainer, | man 7 | calls thee to mourn; 7 |

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