Where the orb of day
Holds on his way,

And all is gilt
With a golden ray.

THE WARRIOR'S JOY.

Music by Gung'l

AN incident connected with this song, and on which the words are founded, is here worth relating-" A young Frenchman, named Hyncinth Martin, an officer of the 13th battalion, having been engaged during the late revolution in France in routing the insurgents, a flag planted by them on a barricade in the Rue Monilmontant, was taken by the young officer amidst a shower of bullets. The commanding officer observing this daring feat, had the youth sent to General Lamorciere, at the National Assembly, where he was immediately introduced to General Cavaignac, who, after embracing him affectionately, took from his own breast a cross of the legion of honour, and decorated the young soldier with it, saying you have well deserved it. The youth exclaimed, "How happy will my father be," and wept for joy. The music is most spirited and characteristic of the words."Vide French Song.

GLAD, glad my sire shall be

When he knows this trophy won, This makes it dear to me,

For I arn his only son.

Oft have I proudly rush'd where fought the true and brave;

Now glory's badge is won, I would my country

save,

I shall wear it ever, and be braver too,

And fonder be of France because her sons are true. O that the feeling which fills my heart with joy Were witness'd by my father, exclaim'd the noble boy.

Let not contentions reign,

War is a desperate thing;

And lovely France is free again—

France, then thy praise I sing!

Falsehood shall fall but truth shall remain, And peace shall wave her olive-branch again,

And free amid the battle-field;

When dauntless men advance,

The tyrant shall lay down his shield

And bow to mighty France.

JENNY LIND.

Air-"Jenny's Bawbee."

[This song was printed in the "Glasgow Citizen" long before the appearence of Jenny Lind in Scotland, and was thought a mere trifle-copied into all the principal papers in Scotland, England and Ireland, and in the "Musical World," London, a paper of great merit on the musical character and productions of the present day.]

WE'LL a' gang tae Jenny's house,

Tae Jenny's house, tae Jenny's house, We'll a' gang tae Jenny's house,

And pay our guinea's fee;

And though we have the starving poor,
And though we have dear bread and flour,
Four hundred pounds a night are sure
For Jenny's minstrelsie.

A' the gear that Jenny has,

That Jenny has, that Jenny has, Is no like what her granies' wasA moul'y brown bawbee. But its your poun' and my poun', And my poun' and your poun', And Jenny she will do us brown With her dear minstrelsie.

OH! THE HAPPY DAYS OF CHILDHOOD.

Music by W. H. Lithgow.

OH! the happy days of childhood,

When our hearts were glad and free, When we roam'd by vale and wild-wood, Lightsome as the sportive bee.

Happy, happy, happy childhood,

Then our hearts were glad and free; Happy, happy days of childhood,

When our hearts were glad and free!

Then the morning sun with gladness,
Op'd the joyous courts of day;
While our hearts untouch'd with sadness,
Felt so cheerful and so gay.

Happy, happy, happy childhood,
Then the heart was glad and gay;
Happy, happy, happy childhood,

Then our hearts were glad and gay!