New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-04-16

From the Musical VisitoTransated from the German

From the Musical Ysor-Transated from the German of
By Chas. Grobe. -
Strauss is second Orpheus, whose tender.moan-
ing sptrit-strring. love kissing music conquers the
most hnveterate enemy of Terpsichore; whose
magic sounds soothe and move the stones them.
selves. Strauss has written watzes that are more
to me than operas. In seven of his measures there
is often more melody than in as many scores of
other musicians. Whata fullness of syren beauty,
what rich mine of poetry, what an inexhaustible
fount of ever gushing melody!
And not the melody alone-the rhythm also with
magical influence seizes the brain and enters the
heart His violin is a talisman, by which he draws
from the depths of the human soul brightest joy,
and deepest woe, and mingles them with master
hand. The power with which he draws these
many colored tones from his instrument is magic
healing baptism of joy and lends her wings to
mount up into the heaven of peace. There are
waltz compositions as richin melody, but few as
lich IN melting rhythm as those of Strauss-by
dancing 50 inviting 50 irresistible that no dancer
can withstand their influence. He is the idol Of
women. In every house, on every piano in vi
emma. lie strauss waltzes. He has written over
trilled, and played throughout Europe. Cobbler
and dandy hum and pipe them. We near them in
the street. the ball. in the garden and at the thea
s Ter, me dancing Viennese carry him on their
This Strauss, this waltz hero loved the daughter
q count. Sophie vas her name. Her eye was
hluer than Haley's heaven, softer than the sweet
light OF the evening star. Grace and beauty were
N every motion, and music in every tone. In a
word, Sophie was beautiful, dazzlingly beautiful.
ne would have given worlds to have won but one
glance oflove, but she was cold and stern Mad.
ness, indeed Tor poor musician, with nothing but
ms V1ohn, TO dare to love the high born Sophie,
who had as many noble ancestors as he had
watZes. 'NN
"lmpertinent!'' said Sophie, and when he came
70 give ner brother lesson on the violin, she
scarcely deigned him look. Shortly afterward,
sophie was betrothed to Count Robert, Lord Cham.
berlain, who had indeed as many proud ancestors
as Sophie. but beyond these and his titles had
nothing of which he could boast
Vne day When Strauss CHANGED to be alone with
Sophie, he sank upon his knees before her and
with burning words declared his love- and besought
her to give him but one word or look of love ere
he was quite driven to despair But neither tears
nor protestat tons moved her-she was cold and
unfeeling as marble. @ l am an affanced bride y
she said haughtity, "and if l were not, think YOU
would become the wife of poor musician y;
She turned seornfully away, and left him alone in
MS grief and despair. The repentance which soon
awoke in the heart of Sophie unhappiIy came too
late. The bridegroom and her father FASTENED the
marriage-n eight days she would be the wife of
Count Robert. The ceremony was to be perform.
60 IN the great saloon of the city, and the count
called on Strauss to request him to lead the or.
chestra on that occasion, and to honor his bride
Win Tue composition of new waltz
strauss, the most miserable man in Gods uni
verse, promised him both. HE wishes to wound
me YET more deeply" said the unhappy man to
himself, "but forgive him, and may she be
haP,py-may she never repent her choice.n
he addressed himself earnestly to his work. This
waltz should be the interpreter Of his passion and
his grief to g Sophie. It should challenge at least
her PITY. II not her love-. When all the great city
slept, Strauss took his violin, opened his window.
gazed out into the cold night, and improyised and
moaned forth his sad tale of woe to the sweet stars
above that looked kindly down on the desolate and
heat-stricken The day of the wedding came at
last. This fierce agony of love had given him a
waltz, every measure of which spoke longing
sorrow, a waiing woe. The hall glistened and
shone with bright jewels and brighter eyes but
Sophie was more glorious beautiful than all. The
richest gems left their charms and their lustre
the pure myrtle wreath bloomed in her golden
hair, and the rare and costly bridal veil shaded
her beautiful features from the gaze of the admir-
ing crowd. Strauss, baggard, emaciated man,
with brilliant, piercing black eyes sharp strongly
marked features dressed from headto foot in black,
though as he had assumed this mourning livery for
the bride now dead to him, stood sad and silent in
the gallery above, directing the movements of the