New-York daily tribune., 1844-05-30
From the Boston Courier.
Letter From New York.

L.
Arlast, YOU have OLE BULL in Boston. Would
that could annihate space, or invent some me-
thod to transmit the most delicate of vibrations
bv an aerial railroad, over two hundred miles OF
the earth's surface, May no accidents happen III
boats or cars for if OLE BULL should lose his
right hand, what could compensate the world for
its loss What delight could supply the place o.!
that rush and whirl Of golden melodies, gone
mute forever, to mortal ears
The scientific would remind me that earth need
not 20 into mourning, while VIEux TEMPS re.
NAMED. The musical world are divided into
parties, each eager prove that its idol is great
er than the other. Experienced critlcspronounce
V1eUx TEMPS so perfect, that not single dehcien
cv can be discovered in his performance. be-
Geve 1t, and am thankful for all greatness, and
reverence all. But in listening TO OLE BULL,
where is the soul that could pause, in It's eXtatic
wonder, to discover whether there were dehclen-
cies or not 2 ViEux TEMPS is by unanimous de
cree, pronounced the perfection OF art; and as
John S. Dwight says, ito be that, he must be
more than that" 1t has, however, always been
a favorite theory with me, perhaps mistaken
one, that genius, in its highest manifestations,
not only delights the cultivated few, but finds IT'S
wav to the universal heart. This is remarkably
true of the Shakespeare Of poetry, and the Shaks-
pearc of the violin. There is no incongruity in
this comparison. OLE Bulls style is strikingly
Shaksperian, with its rapid transitions from mirt
to pathos, its stormy grandeur, and Its fairy
grace The nature of the instrument increases
The similarity, by its appctizing harshness, Its
racy sharp vohnity."
II would be curious to know how much eli
mate has had to do with the flashing energy and
impassioned earnestness of this Norwegian min.
strel. The scenery and sounds to which we are
accustomed from infancy are spiritual atmo-
sphere, imperceptiby fashioning the growth OF
our souls; and nervous organization so acute
and oeIcste as his mus, have been peculiarly
susceptible to all sensuous influences. Had he
lived In the sunny regions of Greece or Italy, in.
stead Of sea. CIR, Norway with its pied-up noun.
tains. and numbering avalanches, and roaring
waterfalls, and gancing auroras, and the shrlll
whispering OF the northern wind through broad
forests OF pines, doubt whether his violin could
ever have discoursed such tumultuous life, or
lulled itself to rest with such deep breathing ten
derncss.
Where on this planet is place so sublimely
appropriate as The rocky coast OF Norway TO the
newly invented Eolan sea signals? Meta!
pipes, attached to floating buoys, are placed
among the breakers, and through these do the
winds Lift their warning Voices louder and
louder, as the sea RACES more and more fcrcely.
Here is magnificent storm. organ on which to
play, Wind Of the winter night, whence comest
thou1'
On this coast has OLE Bull from childhood.
heard the waves roar their mighty bass TO the
sdr,il soprano of the winds, and has seen il all
subside into SUM- hecked, ripping silence In his
music, me,hinks | hear ali that Freder.ka Bre
mex says of .'The old sea. .circled Norroway."-
ais the soul fatigued with the uifies of poor,
everyday Eie9 Is it depressed by the confined
atmosphere of the rooml Bv the dust of books,
or the dust of company Fly, fly toward the
still heart OF Norway. Listen there to the
fresh, mighty throbbing of the heart OF Nature.
There wilt thou gain strength and life. Fresh
and clear stand The thoughts OF life there, in
the days Of their creation. VIII; thou gaze on
the sublime Behold the Gausta, which raises
its colossal knees six thousand feet above the sur
face Of the earth. Listen 10 the Rjuhan, the
Voring and vedal rivers, foaming and numbering
over the mountains, and plunging down INTO the