The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1872-05-03

The overthrow of the jubilee building in
Boston, that Titanic erection in which Mr.
Gilmore is to array his endless cohorts of min
strels, will not, we imagine, cast serious
damper upon the enterprise. The stricken
building will rise again from it's ruin, and,
Notwithstanding this clear manifestation of the
anger of the gods, it will be carried to COM
pletion; it's acres of space will, by the sor-
Gerry Of its founder, be crowded with applaud
ing and tumultuary audiences, with chevaur
de frise of saxhorns with barbados of bass
drums and with troubadours Of every race and
age, all blue in the face and bursting with
pulmonary endeavor. L his will, doubtless,
be the sequel, Notwithstanding the slight cpl
sode Of disaster. 1t is to be regretted that this
stormy omen of wrath and rebuke was not
needed. 1t would have been better in every
way if Mr.. Gilmore had accepted it as token
that his music was not liked among the storm
gods; that ''Boreas and Cesas and Argestes
loud" revolted at the din of his screaming
trumpets and moaning ophicleides and ring
ing anvils, and SO with one angry blast blew
over the pillars of his huge temple of noise.
To set them up again is q clear affront to these
Eolan deities; but as Boston is not par
ticularly reverent, and as Mr.. Gilmore seems
to be as much in earnest rs he is artistcally
in error we have no doubt that he will take
the risk of mourning their future displeasure
1t would be really curious to know with what
sentiment the average Bostonian regards these
vast and believing carnivals. The noise of
them cannot certainly be regarded as music
they cannot be regarded as exerting beneficial
influence upon art or taste. BY all discreet
and judicious persons they must be esteemed
displays of profound quackery not quite so
respectable because more pretentious than the
monster concerts with which decade ago
Monsieur Julien stunned the ears of Europe.
Still Boston seems to take kindly to them, and
even to manifest certain indications of pride
in them. 1t may be that as the Pied piper
took captive with his strain the worthy
burghers of Hamelin, so Gilmore has laid
under spell the venerable city of the triple
hills, and that she has not vitality enough to
throw him off Nothing is so hard to get rid
of as musician. Who has not tried to get
an organ-grinder to move on? Who has
not wished that Cynthia or Isabel would
stop playing that agonizing stave from
Donizetti? Who has not cursed the after
dinner minstrel, with his weary lay, fol-
lowed by feeble desultory, insincere APP
plause, and by vague and forlorn grins
of bitter civility? Who has not heard of
Hoods troubadour, roaring through the
silence of a particularly quiet London
street, while heads were thrust from
easements and doors were slammed in wrath,
and pale students and elderly nurses and
equity valetudinarians with tears besought the
windy seraph to retire? He would not retire,
of course. No more will Gilmore Whether
or not Boston wants him, he clearly wants
Boston, and if his ambition expands in the
future as it has done in the past his ultimate
exploit will be the roofing in of the whole town
from Beacon street to the Neck, Faneuil Hall,
the Common and the Liberal Club included.
We are, happily, so far removed from the
arena of Mr. Gilmore's efforts that we shall
not hear the peal of his bagpipes, the blaring
of his hunting horns, nor any of the echoes of
the loud dapason which he is going so reso-
lutely and so resonantly TO upliit. SO New
York can afford to regard his procedures with
some degree of equanimity. But how will it
| be with the iidicious minority OF the Bos-