The New Orleans daily Democrat., 1880-02-29
AT u ClAaaiCsl Concert.

syou eee," said my netghbor, as settled
myself comfortably In my seat, Il ADORE ue-
seriptive music. Every time come TO thess
classical concerts never read the name q q
tho composer 81 any particular piece or its
title. shut my eyes, open my ears and
let my Imagination revel ia the scenes ana
stories conjured up and told by the orchestra.
lss a.y sSste% sSs sse AND nay yyoai nidfsf ike IT,
He etoppad. / listened curiously during
the first bars. There were clear and sono-
rous arpegKtos audible - representing un.
questionably - village scene % ~ sunrise, sur, n,,,
notes the morning mists as they disappeared
III the distant woods. Then the viola began
with hls grave voice: He was not quite 90
Der, apparently. He dswdled rather t nun. un.
like All unsteady Christmas goose. He
seen,ed to be we'll satiahed with himself, the
fat old fellow. Suddenly he meets the violon-
cello, who begins In low tone TO complain oi
II is q very sad story in all probability, for
the viola IL altogether demoralxed; ~ they,
begin to 9ruan together. guess that IL Is all
about some family quarrel.
/ was not mistaken. Here comes tne snrew
OF a clarinet to put her noee into tho AFFAIR.
She does her best to make matters worse. All
three have talk, and then the viol0noello
tries to send the clarinet about her business ;
but she won't 20. Ahl distant horn sounds
beautiful note y ,sng i tns boe@ hs os:
| this note isn't III the score. Let us rub II out
| from the record Of our Impressions.
don't know what happened during this
interruption, but the little flute has appeared
ular tease2 There it goes nagxtng the first
violin. 1t repeats everything that the violin
aaye, but two or three bars after It, so AZ to
make confusion. This lasts until the double
Of It. The squabble is getting hot. The little
flute Is angry. II won't let the violin alone.
IL Interrupts anywhere and everywhere.
Fortunately all the violins come down on 1t
| like whirlwind. Matters are now getting
serious, and the flute is nowhere for few
seconds.
Suddenly "Dzing!l!' This is the noise
made by the cymbals which break out like
thunder. Complete silence follows. AT last
they have found their master, these quarrel.
some Instruments, / think to myself. We
shall see II any one dares to protest.
The storm over, like rabbit raising one ear
out of its hole, comes that little idiot OF q
flute and ttmidly says, Peep. peepl"
cymbaIs. az II to say: "Wno dares to make a
noise here2" Silence. Then another Peep
peep" from the little flute which Is gaining
/ courage. 9:
that2 What an obstinate brute that little
flute is! 1t wants to have the last word. The
Icymbals. as the stronger and bigger tnstru
mentS, ought to be reasonable and humor tt
But not ut all. Now this bad example spreads
through the whole orchestra. Every one 81
the instruments protest, timidly at first, ther
crescendo. They seem to say to the cymbals
"Down with the tyrant who wants to have al
, the say" But the cymbals are obstinate. A
last the conductor stands On tip-toe and gives
his stick grand sweep through the air as
to let everything loose. And all the instru
, ments whistle and howl and scrape their best
It's evidentlya q struggle between the cymbal
and all the others. Inc saxophone below.
Ikea mad bull, and even the conductor dance
with rage.
The poor cymbals keep up bravely for abou
minute, but they conclude to run away ant
fight another day, and quiet Is establishe'
amid the unanimous applause OF the audience
ITS very funny, that little thing, Isn't 1t?
, say to my neighbor. what Is 1t called?"
THAT" he answers slowly, us Mendels
sohn's Hymn to Grief and 1t Is not at al
funny, sir, but very fine"
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