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# A Dictionary of Music and Musicians/Studies

​STUDIES (Fr. Études; Ger. Etuden, Studien). The name given to a large class of musical compositions, of extremely varied scope and design, but always having, as the name implies, the cultivation of the powers of execution for their chief object. Studies have been written for nearly every instrument, but since the principles which govern their construction and employment are in all cases the same, it will be sufficient here to speak of Pianoforte Studies, which form the great majority of all those in existence.
Mechanical facility upon the pianoforte is achieved in the first place by the practice of technical exercises, so called, such as are found in every pianoforte school, and in the works of Plaidy, Löschhorn, Eggeling, and many others, and consist of isolated passages, scales, arpeggios, etc., generally played by each hand separately or by both in unison. Following these comes the Study proper, in which opportunity is afforded for the application of the principles of execution to the performance of actual music. For this purpose it is not necessary that the study should possess any value as a composition, indeed it would be in some respects inexpedient, first, because the student's attention might be diverted by the attractiveness of the music from those questions of touch and mechanism which ought to occupy it exclusively, and secondly, because musical interest is scarcely compatible with that constant reiteration of a single figure which is required by considerations of technique. Accordingly, we find that the most valuable studies of this class, such as those by Czerny, Kessler, Köhler, Mayer, etc., consist for the most part of a single passage repeated with simple ​harmonies and modulations in many various positions, by the practice of which a much more perfect mastery is gained over difficulties than could possibly result from the study of any composition offering a greater variety of passages.
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# A Dictionary of Music and Musicians/Strohmeyer, Carl

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# A Dictionary of Music and Musicians/Stroud, Charles

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# A Dictionary of Music and Musicians/String (instruments)

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# A Dictionary of Music and Musicians/Stutterheim, Joseph

​STUTTERHEIM, Joseph, Austrian Field-Marshal-Lieutenant, on whom Beethoven conferred the distinguished honour of dedicating his last Quartet (op. 131), was born at Neustadt, in Moravia, 1764, and died at Lemberg, July 21, 1831. As son of an officer he received a military education, passing through the various grades of the service to that of colonel; for good conduct at the battle of Aspern was promoted to the rank of major-general, and in 1815 to that above named.
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# A Dictionary of Music and Musicians/Stringendo

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# A Dictionary of Music and Musicians/Stringplate

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# A Dictionary of the Book of Mormon/Muloki

​MULOKI. When (B. C. 91) the four sons of ​king Mosiah started on their perilous mission to convert the savage Lamanites to the true faith, they were accompanied by several other elders of the Christian Church, whom they had selected on account of their faith and devotion. Neither the names nor numbers of these co-laborers are given, but two or three are incidentally mentioned in the recital of the history of the mission. Of these Muloki appears the most prominent, and it is only in connection with this mission that his name is mentioned in the Book of Mormon.
When the missionaries, after committing themselves to God, separated on the borders of the Lamanites, Ammon went to the land of Ishmael, Aaron to Jerusalem; where Muloki first went we are not informed. When Aaron was driven out of the land of Jerusalem by reason of the wickedness of its people, he passed over to a neighboring village, styled Ani-Anti, where he found Muloki and others laboring with much zeal, but with little success. Finding their efforts unavailing, Aaron, Muloki, Ammah and their companions departed from Ani-Anti and went over into the land of Middoni, where Antiomno was king. Here they labored zealously, though but few hearkened unto their words. Before long the wicked raised the standard of persecution and the three brethren above named were cast into prison, while others fled to the regions round about. The prisoners were treated with extreme cruelty, they were bound with strong cords, which cut into their flesh, they were deprived of proper food, drink and clothing, and otherwise they suffered many afflictions. After many days' confinement, they were set at liberty by Antiomno, through the intercession of Lamoni and Ammon: their unfortunate condition having been revealed to the latter by the Lord, with instructions to go and set his brethren at liberty. When Ammon met these faithful brethren, he was greatly grieved, because of their ​wretched, naked, wounded and starved condition. After a season of mutual joy, thanksgiving and congratulation, the elders again separated to renew their labors in the ministry, but to what particular land Muloki went, or among whom he sojourned we have no information.
# A Dictionary of the Book of Mormon/Nazareth

​NAZARETH. The city were Jesus spent his childhood. It was shown Nephi in his vision of the coming and birth of our Savior. (I Nephi, 11:13.) It is nowhere else mentioned by name in the Book of Mormon.
# A Dictionary of the Book of Mormon/Nehor, City of

​NEHOR, CITY OF. A city of the Jaredites. It is mentioned but once (Ether, 7:9) and then in the early history of that race. Here Shule gave battle to his brother Corihor, who had usurped the throne, defeated him and restored the kingly authority to their father, Kib.
# A Dictionary of the Book of Mormon/Nehor, Land of

​NEHOR, LAND OF. The land to which Corihor first retired when he rebelled against his father Kib, who reigned in the land of Moron (Ether, 7:4). We are of the opinion that it was not far distant from Moron, and, if so, would be in or near Central America.
# A Dictionary of the Book of Mormon/Nahom

​NAHOM. A place on the line of travel of Lehi and his company through the Arabian desert. Here Ishmael died and was buried. (I Nephi, 16:34.)
# A Dictionary of the Book of Mormon/Naphtali, Land of

​NAPHTALI, LAND OF. The country inhabited by the tribe of Naphtali, in Canaan, afterwards known as Galilee. It is mentioned but once in the Book of Mormon, in a quotation from the ninth chapter of Isaiah. (II Nephi, 19:1.)
# A Dictionary of the Book of Mormon/Nehor

​NEHOR. Could our readers have taken a glimpse at the fair capital of the Nephites in the first year of the Judges (B. C. 91), they might have noticed in its principal street a portly, handsome man, manifesting in his carriage the evidences of great bodily strength, combined with vanity, self-sufficiency and subtlety. They might have observed that his raiment was made of the finest fabrics that the looms of Zarahemla could produce, lavishly embroidered and ornamented with the labors of the cunning workman in silk, in feathers and the precious metals, while at his side hung a richly decorated sword. This man was no king, no governor, no general of the armies of Israel; he was simply Nehor, the successful ​religious charlatan of the hour, to whom the unstable listened and the weak-minded flocked.
Nehor's teachings had at any rate the interest of novelty to the Nephites, yet some of his theories were older than Idumea. They had been rejected in the counsels of heaven before Lucifer, the Son of the Morning, fell. He would save all men in their sins and with their sins; he abolished hell, established a paid order of priests, and taught doctrines so liberal that every man could be a member of his church and yet continue to gratify every vice his nature inclined to. For this liberality of doctrine, Nehor expected in return liberality of support for himself and assistants, in which anticipation he was not disappointed. Many adopted his heresies; his success fired his zeal, and developed his vanity. He was so used to the sycophancy of his converts that he was restive under contradiction, and when Gideon, the aged patriot and teacher in the true Church, one day met him in the streets of Zarahemla and upbraided him for his wicked course, neither respecting his great age nor his many virtues, Nehor drew his sword and smote him till he died. For this wilful and unprovoked crime, the murderer was tried, convicted and afterwards executed. His execution took place on the hill Manti. and, from the way in which his death is spoken of, we imagine that he was hanged.
Though Nehor's shameful life was thus ended, unfortunately his doctrine did not die with him. It was too pleasant to those who desired to gain heaven by a life of sin. Consequently it spread widely through the teachings of his followers. In later year the traitorous Amlicites, the apostate Amalekites, the bloodthirsty Amulonites and Ammonihahites, were all believers in his soul-destroying doctrines. The bloodshed, the misery produced, the treasure expended through the ​wickedness and folly of these base creatures, cannot be computed.
# A Dictionary of the Book of Mormon/Nephi, City of

​NEPHI, CITY OF. The name frequently given to the city of Lehi-Nephi.
# A Few Quick Facts: About Fear

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PRIVATE SNAFU
A Few Quick Facts
U.P.A. Zack Schwartz—1945
about FEAR
U.P.A. Zack Schwartz—1945
If we have to believe the story books, those where the good old days when men really where brave—
—then the world was inhabited by a fearless breed of men, men afraid of absolutely nothing.
That's right! Absolutely nothing!
Absolutely nothing?
Absolutely!
Well—uh—practically nothing!
Yes, ever since the world began, men have been scared.
The brave knights of old had the same cold beads of perspiration—
—their hair stood on end—
—their palms got clamming—
—their hearts pound—
—their stomachs flopped and bounced—
—frightened and they got heated too, being normal human beings.
Scared man has automatically his fear machine which starts running—
danger DANGER danger DANGER danger
—wakes him up all over and prepares him to recognize the danger.
Nerves go into action and wake up a couple of glands.
The glands come through with a shot of adrenaline—
—and all hell breaks through!
But it all makes sense.
Nerves cells get after.
You see more clearly—
—you hear more keenly—
—muscles tense—
—your body is ready to act and acts at.
But to active top speed calls for extra energy.
That's where the liver comes in: this is the fuel tank.
The fuel is sugar, and here's where it's stored.
Getting scared gets it out, out to the bloodstream to your muscles that needed.
To get it there quicker, your hearts pomp faster, and your breathe harder—
—bringing more oxygen to change that sugar into strength.
And here we are. Scared, yes, but ready!
Ready either to get away from the danger, or stay and fight with extra strength.
That's the best thing about this: you can make it work for you, instead of against you.
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# A Field Book of the Stars/Andromeda

The Constellations of Autumn. Queen of the Nebulæ
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ANDROMEDA (an-drom'-e-da)— THE CHAINED LADY.
Location.—The star (α) Alpheratz is at the northeastern corner of the great square of Pegasus, one of the stellar landmarks.
Running east from (α), at almost equal distances, are four other stars, two of which are of the second magnitude. The most easterly one is (β) Persei, known as Algol, the famous variable. The stars (γ) Andromedæ, Algol, and (α) Persei form a rightangled triangle.
The chief object of interest in this constellation is the great nebula, the first to be discovered. It can be seen by the naked eye and it is a fine sight with binoculars. Its location is indicated in the diagram.
The star (γ) is the radiant point of the Bielid meteors, looked for in November. It is a colored double for strong binoculars.
The great nebula has been called the "Queen of the Nebulæ." It is said to have been known as far back as A.D. 905, and it was described before A.D., as the "Little Cloud."
Andromeda is very favorable for observation in September, low in the eastern sky.
Note the characteristic "Y" shaped asterism known as Gloria Frederica or Frederic's Glory. It lies about at the apex of a nearly isosceles triangle of which a line connecting Alpheratz and (β) Pegasi is the base. A line drawn from (ο) to (a) Cassiopeiæ and prolonged a little over twice its length points it out.
# A Few More Years Shall Roll

A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come; And we shall be with those that rest,
Asleep within the tomb.
Then, O my Lord, prepared
My soul for that great day;
O wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!
A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time; And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime.
A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore;
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.
A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.
A few more Sabbaths here
Shall cheer us on our way;
And we shall reach the endless rest,
The eternal Sabbath-day.
# A Little Child's Monument/Lead me where the Lily blows

London: C. Kegan Paul & Co., pages 111–113
Friend, you tell me of a valley Where the pure white lily blows, In a shadowy woodland alley; Lead me to their summer snows! Oh, lead me where the lily blows! I would wear it in my life, Weary of world-soil and strife. Lead me where the lily blows.
Angels planted in my garden, A vain pleasance of ill weeds, One white Lily, and the Warden With sweet air from heaven feeds. Ah! one night my lily died, And I mourned him night and day; "For the bosom of My Bride," The Lord saith, "he was borne away." Then I wandered through the world To find the flower-de-luce I lost, And my wings will ne'er be furled, Summer-poised, or tempest-tost,
Till my lily of the valley Somewhen, somewhere, my spirit find, In a sweet celestial alley, Far from our lost human-kind; Ah, my lily of the valley! Lead me where the lily blows, I would wear it in my life, Weary of world-soil and strife, Oh, lead me where the lily blows!
I wander till I find my flower Breathing a divine perfume; His white petals are a power My lone spirit to illume: And I will follow where the Lord Wills my weary feet to go, While ever in my soul I hoard The glimpse allowed to me below Of what belonged to Paradise Allowed awhile on earth to beam, Until my weary wandering eyes, With patient use, more native seem To shadowy regions of dim death; Till I faint behold my blossom, No more in the outer Court have breath, Earth's outer Court of life and death, As erst, but in my very Bosom!
In the Holiest of all, By mine Altar in the gloom, Behold my lily fair and tall, Breathing in immortal bloom!
Every lowly thing that feels, All we misname inanimate, From one Eternal Heart appeals To every heart, as to a mate "Rejoice, or weep, for our estate!" So, if we love the Father's will, Embrace the world, and help mankind, Our lost lily-bell shall fill With dewy morning soul and mind! For if mine be the true Lily, Whence all lily forms have birth, My holy child will blossom stilly For me in his morning mirth, Fairer than he bloomed on earth! Lead me where the lily blows, I would wear it in my life, Weary of world-soil and strife, Oh, lead me where the lily blows!
# A Little Child's Monument/Mountain Lyric

London: C. Kegan Paul & Co., pages 16–17
A mountain spake to a sunny cloud, "Whither, my child, away?" "Father, the winds are calling loud To fields of air for play! Away! away! Father, O father, solemn-browed! Fly thou with me for play!" Nestled half in a sunny snow, And half in azure air, The cloudlet, pausing, loth to go And leave the mountain bare, With hazy hair, And misty feet in a sunny snow, May not linger there; Lithely curled in a merry breeze, With look still turned to earth, Wafted on viewless presences From the mystic mount of birth, With a merry mirth, Summoning fondly as he flees,
"O father, leave your earth!" Floating fair into sunny sky, Evanishing away, Praying the pine-veiled heights to fly, Dark furrowed heights of grey; "Away! away!" "Our roots are deep, we may not die," Stern crags responded wearily; Fly thou away, O child of day! The hallowing of thy sunny smile, Thy fingers of cool mist, Soothed my weary soul erewhile, And since thy lips have kissed, Lightning, blast, nor lashing rain, Snows, nor howling hurricane Mar my deep rest, Remembering thy heavenly smile; Fade thou away! And leave me grey!"
# A Little Child's Monument/Night and Morning

London: C. Kegan Paul & Co., pages 5–8
Suggested by Chopin's Funeral March.
I.
In the grey cathedral, In the aisles of twilight, Wails an awful music, Whelming my drowned spirit Fathom-deep in woe. The hoar stone of ages Palpitates disaster, Breathes aware with sorrow, Weighs me down to death! All the immense wan spaces Pregnant with dead faces, Cold, carven forms arise! And grey walls bring forth! Vasty vans of darkness, Swordsweeps of desolation, Hound me to dim death! Born from the deep ocean
Of sounding mystery, In the ghostly forest Of colossal pillars Grows a dread procession: Tramp! tramp! tramp! Phantoms vast, sepulchral, With dim downward eyes, Move where yawns a dreary Fathomless abyss. What do they bear? they bear him, My All, my Heart, my Heaven! They let him fall therein! Fall! fall! fall! Fall ever in the abyss! And my soul wails over, Yearns to him in vain! Cruel world! O cruel spirit Of the world, with ne'er a heart! All in vain I moan imploring; Sleep! sleep! sleep!
II.
In the grey cathedral Dawn red rays of morning, And a sweet low music Lifts me from the grave. My dead pulses flutter,
As in spring the leaflet, Or young flower awaking, Wooed by the warm South … … A calm saint on a pinnacle Smiles in the day-dawn; Monumental marble With warm life-blood glows, Sweet small singers warble "Live! live! live!" And lo! a rush of angels, A cloud of spirits bright From soft sun-rays of opal, Woven to nests of light, Among celestial branchings Of the embowered height, Bear me back my darling, Smiling, rosed, alive, Alive! alive! alive! They only meant to scare me, All was but in play; The dismal shades were angels From my Father's day; Our Father knows why we must weep; He wipes our tears away.
But if a hair might perish From his sweet tendrilled head, God would be the devil,
Love and Truth were dead, Man a maniac, mooning A moment plausibly, Joy an idiot fooling, And life Death's leprosy! No! no! no! An Eye rules the wild sea Of human misery!
# A Little Child's Monument/The King and the Peasant

London: C. Kegan Paul & Co., pages 13–14
World-wide possessions, populous lands The monarch doth inherit, And lordlier kingdoms he commands, Fair realms within the spirit. The monarch had a little son, A child of five years old, The loveliest earth ere looked upon And he is lying cold. The king is in the olive grove, A hind sings in the tree; Below, the infant of his love Is babbling merrily. The father beats the boughs, and while Dark oval olives fly, The boy, with many a laugh and smile, Pursues them far and nigh. Blue sea between the grey-green leaves Twinkles, and the sun Through them a playful chequer weaves Over the little one.
The monarch gazes all unseen, Tears burning his wan eyes; Tenderly his love doth lean To bless their Paradise, As through black bars that foul the day, And shut him out from joy: Hear the world-envied monarch say, "Perish, my bauble crown, my toy, All the science, all the sway, Power to mould the world my way, Persuade to beauty the dull clay! Take all; but leave, ah! leave my boy, Give me back my life, my joy! This poor rude peasant I would be, Yet dare not breathe the wish that he Were as I am, a king, of misery!"
# A Little Child's Monument/Last Victims from the Wreck of the "Princess Alice"

London: C. Kegan Paul & Co., pages 90–93
I.
Two little bodies, from the tide Last gathered, lie alone; No father maddens by the side Of Love turned into stone; No mother weeps here for her pride, Her joy for ever flown. They were all innocence and mirth, Warm light of loving eyes; They are defiled and ruined earth, The passing stranger flies. The twain who watched them warmly curled, Asleep with locks of gold, Felt that for them the whole wide world Nestled there aureoled. And now they lie unknown, unnamed, In London's awful roar; Over them piteous, unclaimed
Oblivion's dust will pour, Love's eyes look never more! There is no silver sound, no speech, Although they rest so nigh, No rosy, dimpled hands impleach In slumber tranquilly. From the close clasp of loving arms, From heedless holiday. Hurled upon death's dire alarms, And to uncared-for clay!
II.
Are they indeed unknown, unnamed? Is any life spilt water? In the lone universe unclaimed! Souls for mad Chance to slaughter! Have they no mother, and no father? In all the worlds no friend? Are they a dim, grey dust? … or rather. Did our Eternal Parent send Fair shining cohorts of His grace, Strong children of His love, Who minister before His face, Swift-thronging from above, To gather them from forth the gloom, Long ere men found their forms? To shield them in the shock of doom,
While heavenliest ardour warms With emulation every breast! All will be first to hold, To lull the frightened babes to rest In their maternal fold! There leaned both sire and mother lost, Dawning on the dim gaze; And many sealed in death's deep frost, Fathers of former days, Thronged all the approaches of God's throne, While Christ arose above, Smiling a welcome to His own Babe brethren of His love. … Yet ah! the hideous prospect whirls; Death-slumber seems profound; With ghastly gleams the river swirls Blindly above the drowned! … Nay, but the children are awake, Although we hear them not; Our dear ones their sweet prattle make In some fair, far cot. I deem our life is a red flame Of purgatorial fire; And Death, God's calm white angel, came From the Eternal Sire, To lay cool hands before their eyes, Shadowing from the glare, And in profound tranquillities
To hide from our despair. One pure white Light is over all, One Spirit-Pulse serene, Who when we rise, and when we fall, Unmoved approves the scene. For Love is Lord from Heaven to Hell, Walks our red waves of sorrow; Love weeps beside us; all is well; Day will dawn to-morrow. Love weeps beside us, and within Love moaneth for our lot; Behold! his vassals, Death and Sin, Chained to his chariot! Love sleeps not, throned indifferent Upon a lordly scorn; He is the Man, whose brows are rent With sorrow's crown of thorn. God is the God-forsaken Man; He is the Little Child; His eyes with human woes are wan; And all is reconciled!
# A Little Child's Monument/Sleep

London: C. Kegan Paul & Co., page 20
Airily the leaves are playing In blue summer light, Fugitive soft shadow laying Lovingly o'er marble white, Where he lies asleep.
Lilies of the valley bending Lowly bells amid the green; Sweet moss roses meekly lending Their soft beauty to the scene Of his quiet sleep.
All around him heather glowing Purple in the sun; Sound of bees, and bird o'erflowing Lull my lost, my little one, Lying there asleep.
Harsher sight or sound be banished, For my child is gone to rest; These are telling of my vanished In the language of the blest, Wake him not from sleep!