Complete Series: XXVII
1882. XXVII. 188S.
UNIVERSITY MUSICAL SOCIETY,
A. WINCH ELL. LL. D., PRESIDENT. C. B. CADY, MUSICAL DIRECTOR.
GRAND POPULAR CONCERT,
OTIYERSITT MALE CHORUS, AMPHIONOLUB,
ASSISTED BY THE FOLLOWING SOLO TALENT:
MR. WILLIAM LUDERER, VIOLINIST.
PROF. B. C. BURT, Tenor.
MR. BUZZELL, - Tenor.
PROF. E. L. WALTER, Bass.
MR. 0. B. CADY, - Bass.
MRS. GEN. HUNT, SOPIIANO
MRS. GEO. HAVILAND, - SOPKANO.
MISS C. L. HUGGINB, Pianist.
MISS JEANIE MAY, Pianist.
UNIVERSITY HALL, FRIDAY. MAY 4,
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GOUNOD. Messe Solenelle, for Soprano, Tenor and Bass Solo and Chorus. a. Kyrie. b. Credo.
d. Agnus Dei. e. Benedictus.
1 rAVrn (In n (No. 4. Romance.
1. DAVID Op. 24. YSo.3. Dance.
2. REINHARDT. Image of thb Rose. Tenor Solo and Miile Oliorns.
While thro' a peaceful valley straying,
A rose fresh blooming met my sight, Such ample Mores of charms displaying,
My bosom felt unknown delight. With fragrant moss around it swelling.
Appear'd the gem of lustre mild; Oh, never from a feirer dwelling,
The angel face of virtue smiled.
A pleasing shndd'rlng sense came o'er me,
I felt new life within me bound, While gazing on the flower before me.
On earth such rapture ne'er was found. That image of celestial pleasure.
Upon my heart is deeply traced. It is my bofom's dearest treasure,
And never can it be effaced.
When sorrow's clouds are round mo low'ring,
At once the rose's form appears, A charm each anguish overpowering,
To still my sighs, tn dry my tears; Oh! flower, that 'mid the darkness springing,
By heaven's deiree upon me shone; To thee my heart is fondly clinging,
And wilt not cease till life is gone.
3. CHOPIN. Bekcbuse. (Cradle Song).
Waltz in E minor.
' MISS HUGGINS.
4. SULLIVAN. The Lost Chord. Baritone Solo, with piano and organ
MR. O. B. CADY.
5. COLLEGE SONG. Go Vay! Es ist zu Spat.
(i. WAGNER. Spinning Song, from The Flying Dutchman, with Liszt's arrangement for the piano.
THE AMPHION CLUB AND MISS MAY.
7. ALARD. S.u.TAKET.i.E for violin.
? MR. LUDEREfi.
Sf MENDELSSOHN. Turkish Drinking Soxg--
Out with thee! hence! with thy face so blue!
No wine from a grim looking menial! I.et him who wine brings be jovial too, And vex not the wine-elf so genial. O come, pretty maiden, hither to me,
Why ftand there timid and fearful Thou shalt my cup-bearer henceforth be,
Then the wine shall be parkling and cheerful.
O pr'ythee come! O pr'ythee come! 0 come, pretty maiden, hither to me, O pr'ythee come! O pr'ythee come!