Add horror to the midnight hour,
And chill the boldest hearts with fear;
To this stranger's wondering eyes
Let the man he calls for rise.”
If Mr. Longcluse had been near, he might have made his own sad application of the air so powerfully sung by the alto to whom was committed the part of David—
“Such haughty beauties rather move
Aversion, than engage our love.”
He might with an undivulged anguish have heard the adoring strain—
“O lovely maid! thy form beheld
Above all beauty charms our eyes,