CHORAL SINGING.-How should a choral be sung, idea of time and numbers. In brief, the best chorals and what tunes shall we select? How shall we know contain notes related to each other by simple numbers, a good tune when we hear it? In answering these like Old Hundred, Dundee, Luther's Chant, Missionquestions, I shall try to make myself understood by ary Hymn, or related by such numbers as 1, 2, and 3, the unmusical reader. A good tune, fit to be sung by as Balerma, Dennis, Ölmutz, Boylston and others. the congregation, must answer Rossini's question: Of course there are exceptions to this rule. Certain "Will it grind?" For instance, "America" is a very tunes possess a life and animation strong enough to good hand-organ tune. It will grind first-rate. The carry them over any ordinary difficulties. Handel's tune known as Dundee is better still. It contains but Christmas and the Portuguese Hymn are notable extwo kinds of notes. The figures 1 and 2 represent its amples. If you take pains to examine the best Gercharacter. They are simple numbers, closely related. man chorals, you will find, as a rule, they contain only The tune Arlington has four kinds of notes, that may two kinds of notes-long and short ones, related as be represented by the figures 1, 2, 2%, and 4. This, I to 2. Simple and exact, they are easily caught, and you see, is an irregular arrangement. Tunes contain- are produced, as we happen to know, with wonderful ing dotted notes are not the best, because the dotted effect. Having seen that simplicity of form and menote destroys that straight-forward, exact, and mechan-chanical exactitude are the standards of a good choral, ical character that appeals so directly to the common let us see what more they should have. First comes hearts welcome you, come, come a way. way. way. way. there with trust and friendship, too, Let association. Old Hundred has a rather dry, uninter-people-men, women and children-sing the melody; esting melody; yet it will never die. It has become so bound up with our dearest thoughts, and connected with our most sacred occasions, that we sing it with tearful eyes, and wonder why we love such a dear, stupid old song. Association keeps alive many a psalm that should be happily forgotten. The tunes Mear and Marlow might well be expunged from our books, as too dreary for any cheerful and sensible Christian; yet there they are likely to stay as long as you and I live. Next, the tunes should always be pitched in low keys. I have listened to congregational singing for many years, and I have never heard the people sing above E of the scale with ease. The and I find this the limit of their average voices. They can go higher; but it is strained and unpleasant, neither edifying nor agreeable. The tunes should have a simple and flowing movement. The intervals or steps between the notes should not be wide nor unusual. "America" has a remarkably singing melody, confined within seven notes. The tune Ward keeps within six; and Naomi, one of the most beautiful melodies ever written, covers only five notes. Choral music is attracting increased attention every year. It is destined to grow and improve. Let us bid it Godspeed. May the day soon come when we can say: "Yea, let all the people praise the Lord!"-Barnard. THE OLD FAMILIAR PLACE. Moderato. C. W. GLOVER. I. 2. We may rove the wide world o'er, But we ne'er shall find a trace Of the home we loved of We may sail o'er every sea, But we still shall fail to find An-y spot so dear to 3 9.4 yore, Of the old fa- mil - iar place; Other scenes may be as bright, But we miss, 'neath alien be As the one we left behind; Words of comfort we may hear, But they can- not touch the skies, Both the welcome and the light Of the old, kind, loving eyes. Home is home, of this beheart, Like the tones to memory dear, Of the friends from whom we part. Home is home, the wanderer rall. reft, Mem'ry loves a - gain to trace All the forms of those we left In the old fa- mil-iar place. longs All the scenes of youth to trace, And to hear the old home songs In the old fa- mil-iar place. THE LAND OF MEMORY. Full far away a city stands, 'Mid three-fold wails of years: The soul sea washes on its strands, Its skies are smiles and tears; [fore, The brimming cup we there shall fill, This goodly company; And each to each a health will pledge, THE BLUE BIRD. Sweet bird, thy early note is gay, It tells of flowers that ne'er decay, It seems some spirit's mocking note, Sweet bird, I hear thy welcome call, Oh! thou did'st seem some spirit bird Could I but live those youthful hours- 'Tis true, our fleeting days impart Soft, soft music is stealing, Sweet, sweet lingers the strain; Loud, loud now it is pealing, Waking the echoes again. Yes, yes yes yes. Join, joia children of sadness, Yes, yes, yes, yes, Sweet, sweet melody's numbers, WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN? When shall we meet again, meet ne'er to sever? Up to that world of light, take us, dear Saviour; ever; THE BOAT SONG. On we are floating in sunshine and shadow, WHAT FAIRY-LIKE MUSIC. ting, What fairy-like music steals over the sea, Jesus, the very thought of Thee And in Thy presence rest. Nor voice can sing,nor heart can frame, A sweeter sound than Jesus' Name, O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! DAY. As she mingles her song with the gondolier's strain! SOFTLY NOW THE LIGHT of And break the repose of the shore and the wave. When early morning's ruddy light bids man to la bor go, We haste with scythes all sharp and bright We mowers, dal de ral day. We cut the lilies-ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! The cheerful lark sings sweet and clear, the black- [May. And all is lively, sprightly here, like merry, merry We roll the swaths of green-ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! The maidens come in gladsome train, and skip along Rejoiced to tread the grassy plain and toss the new They rake the lilies and-ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! THE MILL-WHEEL. By day and by night is the grain being ground, clip, That we may have bread and be glad like a bird, How busy the wheels are in turning the stone, clip, Softly now the light of day Open fault, and secret sin. Soon for me the light of day Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee, Then, from Thine eternal throne, JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; With the shadow of Thy wing! [The Music of the Songs and Hymns on this page may be found in Supplement No. 7.] ROSE OF ALLANDALE. FAVORITE ENGLISH SONG. 1. The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o'er the sea, When Mary left her highland cot, And wander'd forth with me. The flowers deck'd the mountain side, And fragrance fill'd the vale, By 1. God bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night; When the wild 2. For her our pray'rs shall rise To God a-bove the skies, On him we wait; Thou who art |