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KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



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NOTTURNO ; FOR THE PIANOFORTE. COM- 

 POSED and Inscribed to his Friend 

 H. L. de la -Chaumette, Esq. By 

 Joseph Thomas Cooper. Cramer, 

 Beale, and Co. 



This composition evinces, throughout, 

 much originality ; the minor cantabile being 

 well introduced, and causing a pleasant 

 interruption from the original melody, which 

 is again resumed, in a more complicated form, 

 towards the latter part of the piece. 



Much talent, too, is shown in the conclud- 

 ing page of Notturno, in the endeavor to suit 

 to it an appropriate finale. We are not sur- 

 prised at its being so popular with the 

 musical world of professors and amateurs. 



Help for the Turk. By the same 

 Author. Words by J. St. Clement. 

 John Shepherd, Newgate Street. 



This appropriate song for the times in 

 which we live, speaks for itself in flaming 

 colors ; and has already found its way into 

 many of the music shops of our metropolis. 

 The good and loyal feeling that is comprised 

 in the words, together with the bold martial 

 airs adapted to them, are quite sufficient to 

 render it worthy of notice here. 



The Sweet Vesper Bells of Ancona. 

 Dedicated to Miss Rushbrooke. Com- 

 posed by John Parry. Cocks and Co. 



We can readily enter into the feelings of 

 the composer of this lovely melody. There 

 is a calm simplicity prevailing throughout 

 that is perfectly delightful. The words and 

 the music are worthy, — the one of the other. 

 The imitation of the tinkling of the vesper 

 bell is skilfully introduced, and the conclu- 

 sion of each verse is wound up with a beauti- 

 ful Ave Maria. 



Have still some kind word for me. 

 Ballad. By the same Author. Cocks 

 and Co. 



The words of this ballad (by J. E. Carpen- 

 ter, Esq.) are, as in the last-noticed, in unison 

 with the music. There is not much character 

 in it, perhaps ; but there is a tone and 

 a thoroughly good style about it not generally 

 met with in compositions of the present 

 day. 



The Vesper Bells. Vocal Duet. Cocks 



and Co. 



Much fun and frolic predominate in this 

 lively duet. We may not admire the style, 

 and yet cannot help feeling pleased with it 

 as a whole. It is sung by the Misses Jolly, 

 in Mr. Carpenter's popular entertainment, 

 " The Road, the River, and the Rail." 



The Dreams of Youth. Ballad. Cocks 

 and Co. 



This is a sweet melody, and will doubt- 

 less become popular. The words, by W. J. 

 Robson, have inspired the composer, J. W. 

 Cherry, to produce something of which both 

 may feel proud. 



MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS. 

 wheatstone's harmonium. 



We cannot resist the opportunityto notice, 

 under the general head of " Music," the very 

 great perfection to which the " Harmonium" 

 has been brought. 



We recently had occasion to visit the 

 establishment of Messrs. Wheatstone & Co., 

 Conduit Street, when one of these beautiful 

 instruments (with their latest improvements) 

 was being performed on ; and were quite 

 charmed with the effects produced. The 

 peculiar richness of the tone, and the pre- 

 cision with which each note answers to the 

 touch, are qualifications alone sufficient to 

 secure its popularity. 



Wherever there is a pianoforte, there 

 should there be an Harmonium also ; for 

 what is deficient in the one, in the other is 

 immediately obtainable ; so that the power of 

 a band may be commanded at will. 



For devotional music, for churches, 

 chapels, or the private chamber, no instru- 

 ment could be more appropriate. It can be 

 modulated at will, or increased in compass ; 

 it requires no tuning ; is compact in size ; 

 easily transportable ; handsome in appear- 

 ance ; and obtainable from ten guineas 

 upwards. 



NATURE'S VOICE. 



I have learned 

 To look on Nature, — not as in the hour 

 Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes 

 The still, sad music of humanity ; 

 Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power 

 To chasten and subdue. And I have felt 

 A presence that disturbs me with the joy 

 Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime 

 Of something far more deeply interfused, 

 Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, 

 And the round ocean, and the living air, 

 And the blue sky, and in the mind of men, 

 A motion and a spirit that impels 

 All thinking things, all objects of all thoughts 

 And rolls through all things ; therefore am I still 

 A lover of the meadows, and the woods, 

 And mountains ; and of that we behold 

 From this green earth ; of all the mighty world 

 Of eye and ear ; both what they half create, 

 And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise 

 In nature and the language of the sense, 

 The anchor of my purest thought, the nurse, 

 The guide, the guardian of my heart and soul, 

 Of all my moral being. 



Wordsworth. 



