ano-forte," in which
the original Irish airs of 'Flanerty Drury,' 'The Summer is Coming,'
'Erin go Bragh,' and 'Fly not Yet' are introduced. Mr. C. (says the
reviewer) has displayed some judgment in the selection of these airs,
particularly in _Erin go Bragh_, which is one of the most expressive and
pathetic melodies ever written. We are sorry we cannot bestow equal
praise on the manner in which he has arranged them. We candidly confess
that we would rather hear the original airs performed with a tasteful
simplicity, than with the embellishments and episodes of Mr. Corri.

_Lays of Erin, arranged as rondeaus for the piano-forte, by the most
eminent composers._

Of this publication the reviewers speak thus:

"We are happy to find a work commenced which will render more familiar
to the English ear, the beautiful melodies of the sister kingdom.

"The air selected on this occasion is "St. Patrick's Day," and the
manner in which Mr. Logier has arranged it, is such as to give us a very
favourable opinion of his abilities. The little imitation introduced at
bar 9, page 1, discovers considerable ingenuity. The return to the
subject in the key of F, is well arranged. The minor is uncommonly
spirited, and the conclusion playful and striking."

Under the head "Music" in a former number, allusion was made to the airs
of the celebrated bard of Ireland, Carolan--particularly to one called
Gracey Nugent, the music of which is published with accompaniments by
sir John Stephenson and Mr. Moore. The following translation of that
song _from the original Irish_ is done by Miss Brooke.

_SONG_

FOR GRACEY NUGENT--BY CAROLAN.

Of Gracey's charms enraptur'd will I sing!
Fragrant and fair, as blossoms of the spring;
To her sweet manners and accomplished mind;
Each rival fair the palm of love resign'd.

How blest her sweet society to share!
To mark the ringlets of her flowing hair;[19]
Her gentle accents--her complacent mien!--
Supreme in charms, she looks--she reigns a queen!

That alabaster form--that graceful neck
How do the cygnets down and whiteness deck?--
How does that aspect shame the cheer of day;
When summer suns their brightest beams display.

Blest is the youth whom fav'ring fates ordain
The treasures of her love, and charms to gain!
The fragrant branch with curling tendrils bound,
With breathing odours--blooming beauty crown'd.

Sweet is the cheer her sprightly wit supplies!