which the other sets thus:—
Her brilliant charms with rapture fill,
With rapture fill—
My soul for such a treasure.
At the second page things get worse—but we have shown up enough.
No. 7 is a good Christmas song, with chorus for soprano and base. The words and music are both exhilarating, and the whole is easy.
No. 8 is one of the numerous class of Swiss airs which so much resemble each other. The few bars, however, of opening, slow and in the minor key, give some variety and character to this, and rather distinguish it from the many. We cannot say much in favour of the words, which savour of nonsense verses.