No. 3 exhibits all the independence, the originality, and feeling, which are so conspicuous in this Lady’s ‘Illustrations.’ The words are Goethe’s, but we conjecture that the composer intends them to apply to the expatriated Poles, whose miseries have excited her strongest sympathy. There is all the enthusiasm of genius in this, but no want of method. We do not, however, see why the whole should not have been written in three-crotchet time.
No. 4 is a very spirited air, with a well-judged accompaniment, but it will inevitably be compared with the author’s ‘Sea,’ and thereby suffer, for the task would be no easy one to produce any thing at all equal to that brilliant composition. Let the present be judged by its own merits, and it will be generally approved. It is short, not difficult to sing, and suited to a tenor or a soprano voice.
No. 5 is, in fact, a ballad of four stanzas, the melody short, but repeated. It is gentle and elegant, rather à la Haydn, and would be easy, but for a double sharp or two, at which singers who accompany themselves are apt to start. Let us, however, recommend them not to be dismayed; the song is full of feeling, and will repay their trouble.
No. 6 is a very sweet melody, in the rondeau style, with an agreeable Scottish tinge, and accompanied in a lighter manner than is usual with Mr. Lodge; though there are glimpses of harmony here and them that show his inclination, which, however, he has not indulged to any great extent, but has afforded every possible facility to both singer and accompanist.
The words of No. 7 ought to sell the song. The reasons why a young maiden should not agree to be metamorphosed into a star, a flower, or a fish, are quite cogent and reasonable. The air is light, as it should be, and very simple.