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Simple, beautiful, and touching. We cordially recommend it to all 

 lovers of melody — pure melody, as opposed to that extravagantly 

 ornate style, now so much the fashion. 



1. Sappho to her Mother, by C. E. Horn. — 2. Spohr's Cradle Song, 

 The words by W. Bartholomew, Esq. — 3. The Star Spirit, Ca- 

 vatina, by S. Nelson. — 4. Dearer than Life thou art, Ballad, by 

 the author of " Welcome me Home."---5. Good bye, Srveete 

 Heart, in imitation of the ballads of the 15th century, by R. F. 

 Williams; the music by S. Nelson. — 6. 0! weep not, Mother, 

 prize Ballad, composed by J. W. Hobbs. London : T. E. Pur- 

 day, 50, St. Paul's Church-yard. 



No. 1. One of the few songs by Charles Horn, of which we are 

 compelled, unwillingly we own, to say — " stale, flat, and unprofit- 

 able." 



No. 2. Compare this little gem with the Sleep on of Neukomm, 

 and you will readily perceive the difference between the real 

 musician and the charlatan. Spohr, when he wishes to represent a 

 mother singing her baby to sleep, does not, like the renowned 

 Chevalier, produce a song far more calculated to have an opposite 

 effect, but one w^hich breathes the very spirit of peaceful slumber and 

 motherly love. This is the test of a true musician, to adapt himself 

 to, and body forth in his music the very images presented to him by 

 the poet. 



No. 3. Neither very bad nor very good. It is the representa- 

 tive of a large class of compositions of the present day — compositions 

 which would never have seen the light, had they not appeared an 

 eligible means of procuring the summum honum of the nineteenth 

 century — money. 



No. 4. It is difficult to determine which is the most edifying, 

 the music or the words of this ballad. Only listen — 



Dearer than life thou art, can I say more ? 

 True I have told thee so, often before : 

 Bui of thy apathy still I complain, 

 Therefore I tell it thee over again. &c. 



The song is worth procuring, were it only for the setting of the 

 line we have put in Italics. The " apathy" is certainly made the 

 most of. In brief, a more slovenly composition we never saw. 



No. 5. What absurd affectation to call it an imitation of the 

 ballads of the 15th century. The only imitation is in the spelling ; 

 the rest is as modern as the music, and as worthless too. 



No. 6. This being the second prize Mr. Hobbs has obtained, 

 would seem to indicate that he knows, and has accommodated him- 

 self to the taste of the " Melodists' Society." The present composi- 

 tion, however, is deserving of a still higher prize, which we doubt 

 not it will obtain — the approbation of the public. 



