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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 1 7 a poor | exile of

| Erin, 1 7 The dew on his I thin 7 | robe 7 | 7 was heavy

and | chill; 7 | 7 For his country he / sigh’d 7 | 7 when at | twi

light re | pairing, 1 7 To | wander a | lone 7 1 7 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 717 in the , fervour of / youth's

warm e , motion | 7 He / sung the bold | anthem 7 17 of Erin gol

bragh 71 1 1 Sád is my | fate! 7 1 7 (said the heart-7 | broken stranger) |

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7 The / wild-deer and I wolf 7 1 7 to a | covert can

| flee 71 7 But I have no | refuge | 7 from | famine and

danger 1 7 A | home and a country | 7 re | main not to |

me. 7 1 1 1 Never a / gain 7 | 7 in the green 7 | sunny | bow

ers 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 | 7 And | strike to the numbers 1 7 of Erin go |

bragh. 7| | Erin! 17 my country! | 7 tho' | sad and for sa

ken

7 In | dreams 7 17 I re- | visit thy | sea-beaten |

shore 71 7 But, a | las! 717 in a | far foreign | land I al

waken 7 And | sigh for the friends 7 | 7 that can meet

me no | imore. 7 | 1 Oh!? | cruel | fate! 7 1 7 wilt thou I never re , place

me 1 7 In a | mansion of peace, 7 | 7 where no perils

can | chase me? | Never again shall my | brothers em | brace

me, / 1 7 They | died to de | fend me, | 7 or I live to de

plore. 7| | 1

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

| wood ? 71 | Sisters and sire, 7 | 7 did ye / weep for its |

fall? 7 1 1 1 Where is the mother that look'd on my child

hood? 1 1 1 7 And | where is the | bosom- | friend, 7 | dearer

than | all? 7 1 1 1 Ah! 7| 7 my sad 7 | soul, 7 | long a | bandon'd by

| pleasure | 1 Why did it I doaton a | fast fading | treasure 1 1 1 Tears, 7 | 7 like the rain-drops 1 7 may | fall with-,

out | measure | 7 But | rapture and beauty 1 7 they / cannot re |

call. 7 1 1 1 Yet 7 | all its | fond 7 | 7 recol | lections sup | pres

sing | | One 1 | dying / wish 7 | 7 my | lone r s bosom

shall | draw. 7 | Erin! | 7 an exile | 7 be queaths thee his bles

sing | | 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 I go 7 1 7 bragh. 7 |

THE HERMIT.

BEATTIE.

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

is still, 71 7 And | mortals | 7 the sweets of for I getfulness

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

the hill, 71 7 And nought but the nightingale's / song 7 19

in the grove: 71 7 It was thus, 7 17 by the cave of the mountain

a | far, 71 7 While his | harp rung sym | phonious, | 7 a | her

mit be gan; 71 7 No more with him | self, 7 | 7 or with | nature at

| war, 7 | 7 He I 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 71 Why 7 | lone Philo | mela | 7 that I languishing

| fall? 7 | 7 For / spring shall re | turn, 7 17 and a | lover bes

| tow, 71 7 And | sorrow | 7 no longer thy | bosom en

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

lay; 71 Mourn, 7 | sweetest com | plainer, | man 7 | calls theç

to mourn; 71

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