The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1875-06-29

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p was in Vienna, intent upon seeing ali
the sights Of that magnificent city. It
was hot summer Sunday, day which
at home would have been spent in reads
ing the newspaper and trying TO keep
| cool; but such Incidence could not be in
dulged in the capitol of Austria, when
time was precius and places of interest
unnumbered. My travelling companion
was young Scotch physician, who was
making tour ofthe continent before set.
| thing down ID practice in Glasgow: He
had just finished his studies, but had al.
ready seen good deal of tse world, and
was an excellent man to. travel with. |
had fallen in with him at Dresden, and
we were about the same age, and both
! con pleasure bent,'-he a Scotchman,
with as little Scotch stiffness and preiu-
dice about him as possible, and an Am
erican, of cosmopolitan tastes and varied
experiences formed co-partnership
which only terminated with the end Of
our travels.
On this particular Sunday, as we sat
down to breakfast, took out my we'll
worn guide-book to find out what the in
telligent stranger is going to do; for
whatever may be said against these little
volumes of extragagant description and
superhuous advice, have always consid-
cred it a great comfort to have my days
work all planned out for me, and the re-
sponsibility Of properly disposing of my
lt(me taken off my shoulders. l found
tfat we should go to St. Stephens cath
edral for early service, and happen in at
St. Augustine's in time to hear the won:
derful music, which, according to our au-
thority, was the best in Vienna, and not
to be overlooked by the conscientious.pil-
grim. Ill., - -
Acting upon this advice we fastened
to the grand st Stephens, tried to un-
derstand what the hoarse priest was
saying, strolleds about the spacious aisles
| looking at tombs, pictures, and monu-
ments, puzzled over some old subscriptions
which we couldn't read, got chilled
through from the contrast between the
sweltering weather outside and the ever.
cool interior, and then left Taking a
facre, we drove to st. Augustine the
church where the beautiful monument to-
IQueen Somebody is. We took back
Seats nearly under the organ, and busted
ourselves looking at the church and the
people entering, until the music began.
This is what everybody seemed to have
come for. . The seatsWere filed, the aisles
We're crowded, and every one waited pa
tiently for the first notes Of the organ.
At last=the service began. A few low
chordsled to chorus, well, but not ex-
Extraordinarily sung. T began to- be a lit
tie disappointed. Was this the best mu-
Esicsins Vienna? We could do better than
lthisin5New York. My unmusical com.
fpanion to: whom all singing was, the
l.same,ranurged me and asked if were not
about ready to move on. We would wait
minute, suggested, as the crowd was
II o5dense that it would be difficult making
ones way though st. Another chorus,
| boisterous and contrapuntal then a bass
solo, .commcnplacesand wearisome.; then
short organ .prelude,,s and---a.r eYelation
| Yes it seemed revelation of divine mel.
ody, very unfolding Of the gates Of par
adise It was female voice, rich. sweet,
full. and fresh. | cannot at all describe
| = h,,f %ho of
me. So tender, so sublime was her song
that my soul was reused from its leth.
argy, and even my Scotch companion
whispered: ''That's what we came for
listen!'' The audience was hushed as by
magic; those who had been restlessly
moving about the alsles, after the man.
ner of irrevcrent European church-goers.
S God still; all were attentive; all turned
their heads and drank in those eloquent
tones. II was a pathetic little adagio
she sang, l have no idea what mast er
composed it, or from what it was taken.
| have never tried to find out that, but /
know that it expressed the deepest, dear
est religious longings of a great heart, land
was rendered with a conscientiousness OF
its full significance, an appreciation Of its
meaning that was nothing short Of rev.
clation to me. l strained my neck to see
the singer, but she was hidden from view.
The song went on increasing in fervol
and tenderness; some wept, all were sub
dued, the chul Oh seemed sanctifed by
heavenly melody, and we sat wondering
at what we heard, as St. John did at
what he saw. The close came with sol.
emn, long.drawn cadence, the voice
ceased, the spell fingered moment, and
was broken by the rough voice of a
priest from the altar. s'Comc.' I said