New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1898-04-01
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may justly he called the premier of the music OF
AS the soldier is carried to hi, cravs u,,,
iags lowered and amid the volleys 80 it is but lust
ai ne 1ou!d lie here amid the scenes he loved so
60, ms our !eHoW. was a creator. His magic
IouG2 ana enchanting sympathy opened a new
WorId. One such work as ne has performed is suii-
elsner and OF that class OF foreigners who make a
t ,r naive to our souls 4 citizen OF this coun-
re wa leader perpetual In that everlasting war
against cyl selfshness and lust his only though,
. Tough dead. he lives. His influence over music
IS difnpeIshablc As music is the mother OF arts.
his inspiration and comfori 20 our wearied souls
m MANS hf s nntes connec's completes and frees
A'l honor to Anton Seidl He is mourned by two
the Inward me- 0rogs9f b TO zach h new world
naion. No man shall take II up. Anton sedl
unique. Anton Sell forever"
DISPATCH FROM COLONEL. INGERsO1I.
After this address H. = Krehniel. the chairman
or inc Committee Of Arrangements read the follow
ing dispatch. sent by Colonel Robert q. Ingerson
from Wheeling:
In the noon ard zenith Of his career. in the flush
ana glory OF success. Anton Sedl. the greatest or
o. Wagner. of ali his subuety and sympathy. his
hefoism ana grandeur, his Intensity and limtless
passion. his wondrOus harmonics that tell Of all
mere s IN fe. ara touch The longing and the hopes
Z" every heart. has passed from tho shores OF sound
10 the realms Of silence. borne oy the mysterious
tide mat ever cpoS but never flows. All moods
his. Delicate as the perfumes o. thn first violet
Wild a tho storm. he knew tho music Of all sounds.
from he rstl" OF the leaves the whisper O. hidden
springs. 20 the voices Of tn" He the
i"r Of music. from thc rhythmcal strains ~ ire
sp"nslpo Joy 20 the sob % the funeral march. He
stood Ike q King with his sccptrc in his hand and
We knew thai every tone and harmony were IN his
brain every passion in his heart. and yet his
S'uptured face was as cain. as serene as perfect
art. He mingled his soul with he music and gave
his heart 20 the enchanted air. He appeared To-
nave no limitations. walls. change ito seemed
10 follow The pathway OF desire. and The marvellous
melodies. the sublime harmOnies. were rs IRE" a.
eagles ABOVE tho clouds with Outstrctchod wings.
lie educated reincl and ga" unspeakabie JOY 10
many thousands Of his fel,ow-men. He added to
the grace and glory Of life. 10 spoke a language
doep"r. moro poetic than wordSthe language OF the
perfect. the language Of love and death.
has ceased. lis ius pired strains nave died awaf IN
chit and all it's murmUring melodies ar" s'railscN
still W. will mourn for him. We VII, nohor Il'
In words. but in the language tnat =" used
Anton Sedl IS dead Play the great funeral march,
enyclop rim in music. L.; IT. waiting waves cover
him: .ot ijs Wild ard mOulufll winds sign ana
mourn above him Give his fac" 20 its kisses ara
profound A. death; that VIII express our sorrow;
that VIII voice love. our hope. ana iha' VIII
tell % the life the genu'. the tr'umphs the death
Of An:Ou Sc!dl
As the reading o. the dispatch ended the Fh!l-
harmonic Orchestra began playing the funeral
march from Die G6tterdammerung. when
brought the service 20 end. 1t had lasted for
only little hour. The lines OF the pail
bearers reformed tho coffin was raised and
borne Of the house and the hearse started for
the crema,ory at Fresh Pond.