The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1905-10-20

was singing, ! was singing
And my songs were idle words;
But from my heart was springing
Wild music like BIRDS
Now sing, love, - now ! sing, love,
A fine Italian air;
But it's not so glad thing, love,
AS childhood's ballads were.
w. M. Prald.
f. +
Regarding his orchestral works, Gounod
often expressed himself as not believing
in over using modulations. when for
quarter of an hour" he used to say, 1.-The
orchestra plays in G, the walls OF the
room are in G, the chairs are IN {, and
and the sorority is doubled"
From out the night sky falls vibrant
tear;
A tender, sobbing sound as of the sea
That to the soul speaks of eternity.
We stretch our hands with longing and
sweet fear
While thralling tones of JOY entrance
the ear,
And new, strange thoughts in wordless
harmony
Outpour. A pearl in elves dew
pent,
star, a mighty passions voice,
A key of gold
The gates of aspiration to unbar,
All this is Music,
And the half untold.
Kate a. Geber
4
A western music dealer, generally
known as Charlie, stammers badly
Occasionally Charlie, who is married,
stays out late nights Some little time
ago he entered the house as quietly as
possible, but even at that bis wife was
aroused and said, "Why, Charlie, where
in the world were you until so late to-
night? What time is it," "No-n-not 5
$50 v-v.very lla-l-late. J-j-just one
o'clock, replied Charlie. Just then the
cuckoo in the clock on the bedroom
mantle came out and sang cuckoo
cuckoo cuckoo" lone, two, three. "Why,
mummy d-dear," was Charles unblush-
ing interjection, "since when d-d-did
the c-c-cuckoo b-b-begin ito st-st-stut-
teri"
The Greeks tabled of sphere harmon
les; it was the feeling they had of the in
ner structure of natures that the soul of
all her voices and utterances was perfect
music. See deep enough, and
you see unsteady; the heart of nature
being everywhere music, if you can only
reach it.
Carlyle.
] opened the doors of my heart. And
behold,
There was music within and a song,
And echoes did feed on the sweetness,
Repeating it long.
Jean Ingelow.
r
Then ! heard strain of music,
So mighty, so pure, so dear,
That my very sorrow was silent,
And my heart stood still to hear.
1t rose in harmonious rushing
OF Mingled voices and strings,
And l tenderly laid my message
On music's outspread wings.
Adelaide Proctor,
Authoress of words to "The Lost Chord. ,
Man may be the intellect of music
woman is it's heart and soul. What she
hath not done WITH music matters little
compared with the great glory and
beauty she has given TO music. BY the
side of the great composers should be
placed such women as Constance Weber
Fanny Mendelssohn, Bettina Won Arnim
Madam Voigt, Cosima Wagner, Delphine
Potocka, Clara Schumann, Malibran
Grisi and those others who have elevated
music to greater heights by inspiring its
creation, and giving it to the world
through the medium of the voice.
George p. Upton.
4
1t is strange thing, the subtle form
and conditions of music. When the com
poser has conceived it in his mind, it j:
not there; when he has committed it tC
paper, it is not there; when he has called
together his orchestra and chorister:
from the north and south, it is there
but it is gone again when they disappear
1t has always, as it were, to put or
Immortality afresh.
Lady Eastlake.