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Mr. Phillips MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENTs-T
enthusiastic interest excited in the fashionable and
musical circles by Mr.. Phillips entertainment on
Monday evening last, at the Apollo Rooms, is
quite extraordinary. But we fully anticipated
this The exalted reputation OF this gentleman,
who has tor a considerable period stood in the
very foremost rank of composers and vocaliss,
was sufficient 10 secure for him a more than
usually warm reception from the American people
"a people who are ever ready to extend to genius
the cordial welcome which ii merits The expec-
tations with respect TO Mr. Phillips were very
high, but certainly they appeared to be fully met
on Monday evening The novel and attractive
manner in which the songs were introduced-the
songs themselves-the wonderful voice and mimi
table manner of the great vocalist-rendered this
entertainment altogether unique and delightful.


Many of the songs were sung for the first time
on this side Of the Atlantic. Such, for instance,
was that sprit-stirring lyric by Dryden-"A Sea
Fight" which first introduced him to the notice
of the Court Of Charles, and paved for HIM the
way to fortune. Here it is, the very reading of the
words stirs up the soul TO its depths-imagine the
effect when sung by Mr. Phillips


A SEA FIGHT.


DRYDEN.
Who ever saw noble sight,


That never viewed brave sea fight?
Hang up your gallant colors in the air
Up with your hghts and your MEETINGS prepare.
Now each man his brindice; and then to the fight.


81 Sc George, St. George we cry


The shouting Turks reply
Oh! now il begins, and the gun room grows hot
Ply it with culvern; and with small shot.
Hark does it not thunderi no! It's the guns roar,
The neighborng bilows are turned into gore.
Now each man must resolve to die,
For here the coward cannot fly.


Drums and trumpets toll the knell,
And cuiverins the passing bell


And now they grapple, and now board amain;
Blow up the matches; they're of all again.
Give them broadside; the dice run at all,
Down the manmas and yards and tacklings fall.
She sinks, there, sha sinks she turns up her keel.


Who ever beheld SO noble sight,


As this SO brave SO gallant sea fight.


BY way, we suppose, Of contrasting the modern
song-writers with those of pryden's time, Mr..
Phillips introduced two lyrics from the pen OF Gen.
Geo. P. Morris. The effect produced on the audi
ence by this transition, may not attempt to de-
scribe But let us, at all events, give the mmor-
taty of our columns to single stanza from one Of
the Generals SONGS The Rock OF the Pill
grims"-a subject touched in passable way by
Mrs. Hemans, before the muse of the " "General''
aighted upon it. 1--WE are inclined to imagine on
rather frosty morning in the month Of December)-
The Pilgrims of old an example have given


vi milo TeslgnatlOn, devouon and love,


Which beams like the star in the blue vault OF heaven


beacon light hung in their mansion above.
In church and cathedral we kneel in prayer


Their temple and chapel we're valley and hill
But God is the same in the aisle or the air.


And He is the Rock we lean upon still


Here, we are decidedly of opinion, the sentiment
is, like the Generals regimentas, altogether
unexceptonable, but "further deponent saith not"
So-so-aiter this, we think we may treat our
readers to another OF those old songs, which thrill
ed the hearts of men and women two hundred