MELODIES

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[ 'Thomson's National Melodies, harmonised by Haydn & Beethoven. The Poetry chiefly by Burns.' ] Prospectus for 'the Third and Concluding Volume of Select Welsh Melodies'; and 'Select Scottish Melodies', 4 vols; and 'Select Irish Melodies', 2 vols.

Author: 
George Thomson (1757-1851) [ Ludwig van Beethoven; Franz Josef Haydn; Robert Burns ]
Publication details: 
To be had 'at the house of G. Thomson, Trustees Office, Exchange, Edinburgh; at Preston's Music Warehouse, 97, Strand; at Birchall's, 133, New Bond Street; J. Murray's, Albemarle Street, London; [...]'. 'Printed by J. Moir, Edinburgh, 1817.'
£125.00

Thomson's friend Burns worked with him on the Scottish and Welsh melodies, which were arranged by Haydn and others. As Haydn's health was failing, Thomson turned to Beethoven for the arrangements of the Irish melodies, the first group of which were sent to him in 1809. 4pp., 8vo. Paginated 1-4. Unbound bifolium, stabbed as issued. In good condition, lightly-aged. Beneath the drophead title on the first page: 'On the 30th of May 1817, will be published the THIRD and CONCLUDING Volume of | Select Welsh Melodies; | [...]'.

Autograph Manuscript Signed, an untitled holograph poem by the Scottish writer and artist James Ballantine, beginning 'Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is Kind'.

Author: 
James Ballantine (c.1807-1877), Scottish writer and artist in stained glass
Publication details: 
Edinburgh; 16 August 1856.
£500.00

1p., landscape 8vo. On the first leaf of a bifolium. Very good, on lightly-aged paper. Well presented, with the second blank leaf neatly inserted into a windowpane border. The poem is sixteen lines long, arranged in four stanzas, neatly written out on a piece of wove paper. The first stanza reads 'Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is Kind | And bear ye a' lifes changes, wi a calm an' tranquil mind | Though pressed an' hemmed on every side, hae faith, an' ye'll win through | For ilka blade o grass keeps its ain drap o dew'.

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