THE TEARS I SHED MUST EVER FALL.
This song of genius was composed by a Miss Cranston. It wanted four lines, to make all the stanzas suit the music, which I added, and are the four first of the last stanza.
“No cold approach, no alter’d mien,
Just what would make suspicion start;
No pause the dire extremes between,
He made me blest—and broke my heart!”
THE BONIE WEE THING.
Composed on my little idol “the charming, lovely Davies.”
THE TITHER MORN.
This tune is originally from the Highlands. I have heard a Gaelic song to it, which I was told was very clever, but not by any means a lady’s song.