The record-union., 1892-06-18

which is composed of but two rows. and
the bliss OF hearing seventy artists, as one
great instrument, moved by the baton of
Hans Won BuloW, is enough to compen-
safe one for crossing the ocean. | am
drinking in this divine music as draught
which may never again near my lips, and
truly the season has been remarkable
one.
We have heard D'Albert, Sarasate,
Mime. Marx, Sophie V. Posnanski, Es-
slpoif, Carreno, Joachim, Frau Amaiie
Joachim, Wirth, Marie Berg, Lillian San
derson. GregorOwitsch, BarGh, Gerster,
De Alma, Hausmann, Jetta Einkenstein
"a splendid mezzo or contralto), StaFen-
hagen "a fine young pianisU and Rubin
stein! At one of the Bulow concerts the
three We're together on the stage, Brahms,
Bulow and Bruch. 1t was a rare
sight. My little opera-glass will have
history OF its own when it leaves this
magic land. / used to think, as Il child,
that these great people We're simply
myths invented to spur youthful stu
dents on to greater eXertions, but we are
at last among them, and a few of them
are left for us TO see. We often see Mos
kowski sauntering around a concert hall
a tall, slight, fair young man; and he did
seem very human one evening when,
after | had given him some lilies Of the
valley, he carried them i'll one hand and a
cigarette in the other. ia such ways
their mortality is impressed upon us, and
we learn to realize il is not the man but
his genius which is to be revered.
1t is really great change, even in so
modern a city as this, to step from our
land Of business and rush and practi-
cality to this of art and royalty and dog
carts. We saw such funny little sight
one day when we were going to our dress
makers. This does not belong exactly
to the subject, but that 'Schneiderin''
has dialect, a combination of Vienna
and Berlin street language, and when one
doesn't understand she takes it for
granted it is because she cannot hear, and
screams accordingly, which makes it
very interesting Tor Us. But this day
when we were nearing her house, we saw
one of the ordinary dog-carts in front Of
a coalyard. There was no man in
this instance, but two big, black dogs
TO draw the load which the owner of the
vehicle" was to bring out. The streets
were muddy and two boards were laid
down 1or the dogs to rest upon. Erect
like little sentinels, sat they, each with
one white paw off the board. and the
strap of the muZZle Of one had slipped
around SO that it lay in a most iuanty,
cOquettish manner over his right eve
Mamma and l stood and watched the
animals, who watched us in return. until
SIlldli DOyS DeRdll 10 tOln our little party,
when we considered it most prudent to
"mOve On.o
There are many, curious things to be
seen here, and this summer we hope to
be amused in some other part of this
great land. | want very much to 90 into
hungary for the sake of the travelling
bands of wild, untutored musicians with
their traditional strains. | think the
plan also pleases Gertrude Mamma is
fond Of Berlin, and would not object to
spending her summer here, I think, were
1t not for certain desire we all have to
see something more. I met DR.. Briggs
and his wife at Tristan and Isolde" in
the Royal Opere-house. It seemed so
good to meet somebody from home. He
was the first of the home-folk 1 had
seen. I called on Mrs. Briggs in a week.
but they had just left town, so I could not
see her again. l liked her so much
Remember me, please, to any home
friends who still care for me, and tell Mr..
Neale, when you chauce to see him. that
[ never hear Berlin orchestra without
wishing he could hear it too. He must
come over here some time. l should like
to watch him during some of this music
And my kindest regards [ send to the
kind Colonel; my wishes FOR much hap
piness to Mrs. Booth, and my love to my
Kind friend, you. Lovingly yours,
kITTIE RUTH HEYMAN.