Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-03-16

check nor alter.
One night as the invalid passed o.
Into quiet sleep and respite SCENE
to have occurred in the battle betwee
life and death Sullivan quietly, almos
stealthily, took a piece Of paper froI
the table in front Of him and bega
writing music to the words which ha
been running so long in his heaG
When he had completed his work, 9Th
Lost Chord" had sprung into harmon
GUS being.
Sullivan worked with wonderful "a
pidity, and most Of his productions ar
Of a spontaneous order-that is, b
could not sit down deliberately AM
grind out opera after opera. He lief
everything until the last moment AM
then worked with lightninglike haste
For instance, he wrote the overture O
'Iolanthe" in 10 hours, that for tn
'Yeoman of the Guard" in II hour.
and the epilogue to the Golden Leg
end," with full orchestra score anG
chorus, in "a hours.
Even as boy Sullivan performed re
markable feats of composition. Among
others, the following story is told
Thomas Sullivan, the father Of the
composer, was bandmaster at the Roy
al Military college at Sandhurst wher
the young musician was attending, al
13 years of age, exercises in music al
Oxford. He had the Soprano part in
the 'Martyrdom Of st. Polycarp," and
so impressed was he with the music
that on going home he tried to induce
his father to purchase the score for
the band. 1t was ascertained, however.
that the score had not been published.
This fact did not daunt young SuIli.
van. He sat down one morning and
before nightfaIl had produced the en-.
tire march from memory, with full mil
itary band score.
The following absolutely true story is
told of Sir Arthur's wonderful readi
ness at rehearsals and his total absence
of conceit in his dealings with those
who have to interpret his scholarly
music:
During the time when one of his
most successful works was being pre-
pared at the Savoy. theater, in London.
he handed George Grossmith two sep
arate pieces Of music, saying: Here,
Grossmith, are two distinct tunes set
to one Of the songs in your part. !
could not satisfy myself with the air !
first wrote. SO l sat down and wrote
another. Sing the one you like best.
A day or two afterward the compos-
er and the actor met again, and Sir Ar
thur asked, "Well, which of those two
airs did you like" Rather embarrass:
ed, but in the businesslike way he dis.
played on occasions, Mr.. Grossmith re-
piled, "Canddly speaking don't much
like either"
''Neither do l." was Sir Arthur's in.
slant reply, and then he added, "Come
to me in quarter of an hour, and Ili
satisfy both YOU and myself" And
sure enough, WITHIN the time stated ne
handed over to Mr.. Grossmith the clev.
er song in Patience" eff You're Anx.
ious For to Shine In the High Hsthet-
ic Line"
Sir Arthur Sullivan was once asked
where he was able to compose best
and under what circumstances his
ideas flowed most freely. "There is no
place." he said, "where have so many
Inspirations as in a railway carriage.
There is something in the rapidity of
the motion, in the changing of the iron
and in the whirring Of the wheels
%I> 1.;Y, ~
and supplies material for host of har
monies"
The Squire and the Summing UP.
At a lawyers dinner in Buffalo one
of the best stories told was of Squire
Murray. WHO weighed 300 p unds and
who was born in Ireland. was in the
whisky business here and held his
court on the Terrace. The courtroom
was like courtroom in Ireland. The.
bench was five feet from the floor.
with a chair whose back reached to the
ceiling. The trimmings of the room
were all green. Mr.. Lockwood and
Judge Beckwith were trying out a
case before the squire. There was no
jury. At the close the squire paused.
'Do you wish to sum up?" he asked.
81 leave It all with your honor" said
Mr.. Lockwood, who advises young law
yers with ticklish cause and friendly
face on the BENCH to do likewise.
''I'll sum up" said Judge Beckwith
every we'll" replied Squire Murray.
"While you're at it I'll slip down in
Murray Bros and have drink with
Lockwood. But I'll be back before you
finish"
The squire and Mr.. lockwood went
out. The squire was in search of the
spirit of the law at the root of the law.
Mr.. Lockwood thinks they had drink.
On the stairs, half way back to the
courtroom, with the echo of Beckwith's
voice sounding in their ears, the squire
stopped.
Lockwood" said he, you've won
your case"
Then they went inland heard Beck
with finish summing rp.-Bufalo Elk.
press.
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