On Wednesday evening, May 6, 1896, the annual Spring Meeting of the Society was held in the Galleries of the Art Building. On this occasion the Society enjoyed an evening of "Music in New England," as described by Mr. Frederic Reddall and interpreted by Miss Ethel A. Chamberlain, soprano; Miss Lillie H. Story, soprano; Mrs. Hamlen-Ruland, contralto; Miss Anna B. Bush, contralto, and The Dudley Buck Quartette under the direction of Mr. John Hyatt Brewer. After an introductory address by the President of the Society, the follow ing programme was rendered: Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; His sovereign power, without our aid, We are His people, we His care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame: We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. b. "Strike the Cymbal," b. Strike the cymbal, roll the tymbal, Solo. See, advances, with songs and dances, God of thunder, rend asunder All the power Philistine boasts: What are nations? what their stations? Solo. What are haughty monarchs now? Pride of princes, strength of kings Praise Him, exulting nations, praise, CHOIR OF MIXED VOICES. Pueitta "Typical Songs of New England." 3. PRELUDE-Continued. 4. VOCAL INTERLUDES a. "Over the Mountain Wave," MIXED VOICES. a. Over the mountain wave, See where they come; Yet where the sounding gale Howls to the sea, There the song peals along Deep-toned and free. Pilgrims and wanderers, Hither we come; Where the free dare to be, This is our home. England hath sunny dales, Dearly they bloom; Scotia hath heather-hills, Sweet their perfume. White Yet through the wilderness Native land, native land, Home far away. Dim grew the forest path, Onward they trod; Firm beat their noble hearts, Gray men and blooming maids, High rose their song; Hear it sweep, clear and deep, Ever along. Not theirs the glory-wreath Torn by the blast; While their song peals along b. "Song of the Landing," THE DUDLEY BUCK QUARTETTE. b. The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom, Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free! Browne The ocean eagle soar'd From his nest by the white waves foam ; There were men with hoary hair, Amidst that pilgrim band; Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? Aye, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstain'd what there they found- c. "The Old Granite State," MIXED VOICES. (MOUNTAINEER'S FAREWELL.) I have come from the mountains of the old Granite State, I have left kindred spirits in the land of the blest, When I bade them adieu for the far distant West; Hutchinson Oh, thy mountains! Oh, thy valleys! in my own native state. Oh, thy hills and thy valleys are sacred to me, No matter what in lands of others I may see, I may view scenes as sunny, as fair and as smooth, Then I'll think of my cottage that stands in the grove; Oh, my childhood! Oh, that homestead! in my own native state. With prayer and psalm they worshipped Thee. Thy blessing came; and still its power Shall onward through all ages bear The memory of that holy hour. What change! through pathless wilds no more Their children's children shall adore, Till these eternal hills remove, And spring adorns the earth no more.-Leonard Bacon. 6. PRELUDE-Continued. 7. MODERN COMPOSERS OF NEW ENGLAND. a. G. W. Chadwick THE DUDLEY BUCK QUARTETTE. Softly the moonlight o'er the world is creeping, "Serenade." Folding the Earth in peace, while thou art sleeping, Rest thou from danger, peace her vigil keeping, b. Mrs. H. H. A. Beach, "Chanson d'Amour" (Song of Love.) Miss ETHEL A. CHAMBERLAIN. c. Geo. L. Osgood FREDERIC REDDALL. "My Little Woman." ä. Arthur W. Thayer "The Legend of Heinz Von Stein." THE DUDLEY BUCK QUARTETTE. Out rode from his wild, dark castle, He sat himself down at a table, And growled for a bottle of wine; Then seized with a deep love longing, |