THIRD MORNING,

` THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1825.

PART I.

OVERTURE-Saul (first and last movements) HANDEL

A SELECTION

FROM THE

ORATORIO OF JUDAS MACCABE US

CHORUS.

Mourn, ye afflicted children, the remains
Of captive Judah, mourn in solemn strains;
Your sanguine hopes of liberty give o'er,
Your father, friend, and hero is no more.

DUET,

MISS GOODALL and MISS TRAVIS.

From this dread scene, these adverse powers,
Ah! whither shall we fly?
O Solyma, thy boasted towers,
In smoky ruins lie.

RECITATIVE,

MR. BRAHAM.

My arms! Against this Gorgias will I go-
The Idumean Governor shall know

How vain, how ineffectual his design,

While Rage his leader, and Jehovah mine.

AIR.

Sound an alarm.-Your silver trumpets sound, And call the brave, the only brave, around.Who listeth follow ;-To the field again.Justice with courage is a thousand men.

CHORUS.

We hear, we hear the pleasing, dreadful call;
And follow thee to conquest;-If, to fall;
For laws, religion, liberty, we fall.

SONG,

MISS GOODALL.

Come, ever smiling liberty,

And with thee bring thy jocund train;
For thee we pant, and sigh for thee,
With whom eternal pleasures reign.

RECITATIVE,

MR. SAPIO.

So will'd my father, now at rest
In the eternal mansions of the blest;
"Can ye behold," said he, "the miseries

"In which the long insulted Judah lies?

"Can ye behold their dire distress,
"And not, at least, attempt redress?
Then faintly, with expiring breath-
"Resolve, my sons, on liberty, or death!”

RECITATIVE, accompanied.

We come ; O see, thy sons prepare
The rough habiliments of war;

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With hearts intrepid, and revengeful hands,

To execute, O sire, thy dread commands.

TRIO and CHORUS,

MESSRS. KNYVETT, TERRAIL, VAUGHAN, SAPIO, PHILLIPS, and BELLAMY.

Disdainful of danger, we rush on the foe,

That thy power, O Jehovah! all nations may know.

AIR,

MISS WILKINSON.

Father of heaven, from thy eternal throne,

Look with an eye of blessing down;
While we prepare with holy rites,
To solemnize the feast of lights:
And thus our grateful hearts employ;
And in thy praise,

This altar raise,

With carols of triumphant joy.

CHORUS.

Fall'n is the foe, so fall thy foes, O Lord,
Where warlike Judas wields his righteous sword.

Be comforted-nor think these plagues are sent
For your destruction, but for chastisement.
Heaven oft in mercy punisheth, that sin
May feel its own demerits from within,
And urge not utter ruin.-Turn to God,

And draw a blessing from his iron rod.

AIR.

The Lord worketh wonders

His glory to raise ;

And still as he thunders,

Is fearful in praise.

AIR,

MISS STEPHENS.

Wise men flattering may deceive you,
With their vain mysterious art;
Magic charms can ne'er relieve you,
Nor can heal the wounded heart.
But true wisdom can relieve you,
Godlike wisdom from above;
This alone can ne'er deceive you,
This alone, all pains remove.

DUET and CHORUS,

MISS TRAVIS and MISS FARRAR.

Sion now her head shall raise;

Tune your harps to songs of praise.

RECIT.-ISRAELITISH WOMAN.

MADAME CARADORI.

O grant it, heaven, that our long woes may cease, And Judah's daughters taste the calm of peace: Sons, brothers, husbands, to bewail no more, Tortur'd at home, or havock'd in the war.

AIR.

So shall the lute and harp awake,

And sprightly voice sweet descant run,
Seraphic melody to make,

In the pure strains of Jesse's son.

AIR,

MR. BELLAMY.

Rejoice, O Judah, and in songs divine,

With Cherubim and Seraphim, harmonious join.