Holly Springs gazette., 1849-10-12

EFT, by Mr.. Sulzner and Miss Mogg, ac,
companied by Mr.. Landmann on the
Piano, and two exquisite songs from one
Of our young ladies who kindly contrib
uted her rich sweet voice to the enter
tainment of the evening; and most well
com contribution it waS,--to most of the
audience doubt not, the most pleasing
of the whole programme. Of Mr., Land
mann's violin performance, it is need
less to say, when he has been heard SO
frequently that ii is incompatible with
anything to which we have ever been
accustomed. Words can do no Justice
to his tones, so unlike those we ever hear
from any other violin, now swelling al
most into a tempest roar, and then dy~
ing away into the scarcely audible atten-
uation of a sound,as soft and plaintive as
. the breath of the twilight zephyrs upon
Eolian strings
Mr.. Sulzners Flute is too well known to
require description. Its wonderful pow
er of producing two sounds at the same
time, of carrying on as it were two parts
at once, its great compass, and its soft
ness as we'll as power, arc qualities
which have often ELECTED our surprise
and admiration. have noticed that
some persons think that there is no music
in the master pieces of these gentlemen
on their favoritc instruments, because
they are not parcelled off into the regular
cadences of tune. This is the same er-
ror which supposes that there can be no
poetry without rhyme, and that all rhyme
is poetry. Rhyme is not an element OF
poetry, nor is what we understand by
tune-that is, the rhyme Of music-any
essential portion Of the music. The
great composers in both departments
the Millions and Mozarts-when they
would construct monuments to their ge-
MUS, throw off the shackles ofrhyme and
tune, and leave themselves tree to follow
without restraint the undulatons of the
path along which their souls rush in their
inspiration. There is poetry in nature
in the opening flower and the twinking
star, in the sunshine and night in the sere
autumn and the old years winter age
known and read more or less BY all men
And there is musicin ture.ioyous music
in the song OF the bird, in the ripple OF
the stream and the rustic OF green leaves
when stirred by the breath OF Spring.
sad, melancholy music, in the sound OF
the dry dead leaves when the cold blast
whirls them about--in the murmurings
Of the wind at midnight in the tops Of the
swaying pines-and music mysterious
solemn, terrible and sublime, as heard in
the meanings which come to lis in iittu
gusts before the storm in the breaking oI
the ocean swell upon the shore, in the
wild crash of the hurricane or the con
tcusson of the rent air, as it rushcs in up
on the lightnings path after the bolt has
sped, in the thunder psalm of praise u
God which Niagara chaunts eternaly,'
But nature knows no rhyme or tune, -
She iniuses her poetry and her music IN
TO the soul OF man, and the they mingl'
there with the emotions and melodies o
that inner ctdary. Poets an
Musicians are those who can give to tn
world again this commingling OF natur
and themselves.
But few more words about the con
cert and lam done. The much admire
combination of the Marseil!es Hymn
Hail Columbia and Yankee Doodle, 18th
three songs of liberty, excited prolonge
applause, and the Concert was wound u
with the "Arkansas traveller" which ss
the whole audience in aroar of clappin
and stamping, until as he himself expires
scd it, Mr.. Landmann "could not hca
himself play" And so the "larewe
concert" was at an end. G.