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This was the acute and incongruous emo- forth a sympathetic sigh as they scanned the tion that sported with Aurelia West as she painted lineaments of its one-time owner, but stood before the Tell statue at Altdorf, and a the Governor's attention was almost completely feeling not altogether dissimilar - being differ- concentrated on the manuscripts; a thousand ent in degree only, and not in kind — came musical bees were already buzzing in his bonnet, over her after the first day or two of their stay and he was coming to feel that to leave Salzin Salzburg. They were on the extreme nor- burg without a leaf or two of copy from the thern edge of the Alps, and yet there were master's own hand would be to confess their many things in the aspect of the place to sug- visit pitifully resultless indeed. gest that they might be on the extreme south- But he was prepared to be very reasonable in ern edge. Aurelia did not fully apprehend the his demands; he would make a point of keepcomplication of considerations that had com- ing his expectations quite within the bounds bined to this effect; she did not know that fre- of moderation. To hope for a loose page quent conflagrations had well nigh wiped out from the “ Zauberflöte” or the “Entführung" the bristling awkwardness of German medie- would be unwise; to look for a bit of scoring valism, or that the magnificent but mistaken out of one of the great symphonies would be tastes of a long line of baroque bishops had fa- absurd. But something - any little thing at vored the Italian influence in architecture no all, however small, however simple — should less than in music; but she had some sense be, must be, found: a scrap from some one of of the moderation and restraint shown every- all those numberless masses, a trifling set of where in the skylines, and the various domes exercises for the piano; though truly the thing and church-towers, and fountains and palace- he most desired was some little sonatina or fronts, seemed almost unbroken reflections of other arranged for cello, piano, and the flauto Fontana and Bernini and Maderno. Indeed transverso-an unlikely combination, indeed, the handsome quays along the Salzach might but still among the possibilities. Included in almost have come from Pisa; the high-perched their lodgings on the quay there was a dimmed old fortress up on the Mönchsberg suggested old rococo salon of the last years of the last Bellinzona, or even the Belvedere at Florence; century, and it had struck him that an evening the outlines of the encircling mountain-amphi- of chamber-music there — a kind of memorial

а theater, with the Hochstaufen, the Untersberg, service, read, as it were, from the master's origithe Tennengebirge and the rest, seemed suffi- nal manuscript -- would not be inappropriate. ciently suave and fluent to harmonize with the He seated the Chatelaine at the passé piano, other features of the panorama; while from dressed her in brocade, powdered her hair, every convent and abbey – Benedictine, Ur- canopied her with loves and graces, and ilsuline, Franciscan — came subtle whiffs of a lumined her with clusters of wax-lights. Zeitsomber, uncompromising, and poetically mys- geist and he completed the group, but they terious Catholicism. It seemed like Italy; in- were both indeterminate in costume, and not deed, it almost was Italy - Italy in a blond too plainly in view; while Fin-de-Siècle and wig.

Aurelia West merely existed negatively, and Nor was Aurelia long in discovering that in quite outside the frame, as audience. To proleaving the Lake of Uri for the valley of the vide the proper pabulum for such a feast he Salzach they had simply exchanged one hero would use any fair means, and if fair means for another. Patriotism gave way to melody; were found to fail

, then he would use Tell was supplanted by Mozart. The fanati- Aurelia West lent herself sympathetically to cal frenzy of the musical amateur appeared the Governor's idea; she had some sense of early and in all its virulence both in Zeitgeist the fit, the effective, the pictorial, and she was and the Governor, and it became evident that already revolving plans of her own, according as long as they remained in Salzburg most to which the Chatelaine was to be shown propexquisitely lovely of all German towns though erly situated, attended, circumstanced; but Finit be — nature was to take a place secondary de-Siècle held quite aloof — apparently — from to art. They visited in rapid and regular course all this musical madness. He had but an imthe house where Mozart was born, the house perfect sympathy for any form of art whose in which he subsequently lived, that other house method of expression was such as to make im(removed hither all the way from Vienna and possible the incorporation of criticism. What set up on the Kapuzinerberg across the river) expression of opinion was there in a fugue ? in which he composed certain of his works, and What point could possibly be maintained by a also that other house where manuscripts, por- sonata ? Why should the artist, pen in hand, traits, and piano combine to make a veritable choose to content himself with the inarticulate, little Mozart museum. Zeitgeist caressed with when the articulate itself, with all its wonderful a shining eye the faded physiognomy of that opportunities for comment, criticism, contromeager little clavier, and the young women gave versy, was within equal reach and of infinitely

greater influence? How infinitely better to scure, fragmentary—the Governor paused and argue than to rhapsodize; how much finer to glanced modestly askance. His thoughts had judge than to create; how far superior the turned toward Aventicum, and he hoped that commentator to the mere fancifier!

some one might see the way to weaving a lauIt was from the heights of the Kapuzinerberg, rel wreath and placing it upon his brow then well above the monastery and none too many and there. But no one offered to, and he made steps from the threshold of Mozart's own house, the mortified resolve that the next time he went that Fin-de-Siècle was waving with so much fishing he would use a bigger bait. energy, and hardly less sincerity, the red flag Zeitgeist did not feel prompted to go out of of modernity. Across the river lay the old town, his way to support Fin-de-Siècle, but he dispenned in by the long heaving sweep of the liked to see the Governor put himself delibragged and uneasy Mönchsberg, and above the erately in the wrong by ruthlessly classing arthigh-heaped towers of Hohen-Salzburg the last workers of the second rank among the amateurs. segment of the rocky, snow-flecked amphithe- Taste and technic, he thought, were enough, ater began to lapse away easily into the fea- without creative intelligence, to put a man turelessness of the Bavarian plain. Below them, among artists and to keep him there. The idea, in the square between the quay and the tow- however, that the artist was the central point ered flank of the cathedral, rose the statue of in his own circle he accepted readily enough; the immortal composer himself, and before this and the other idea, too, that the artist's proper presence the oriflamme faunted by Fin-de- and primary appeal was to his own circumferSiècle took on, in the Governor's eye, a tinge ence. Had not the Salzburg master himself demore sanguinary still. To find the mainspring clared that no one should try to be a composer of art in a criticism of life, as a certain great save him who wrote because he must ? And Anglais had expressed it, was, he declared, ab- had he not to a lavish and unprecedented desurd; to base it on a fondness for the represen- gree showered his own quick-coming fancies, tation of life, like a certain acute Américain, for the asking, or less, upon friends, family, was better, though inadequate: but to see art associates, mere acquaintances ? What other both as the exercise and the result of a trained spirit, indeed, would have made chamber-muself-expression - a self-expression prompted by sic what it was — the great feature of the greatthe inner necessities of the individual — was est musical age? Chamber-music, in fact, was better still. From this point of view the main this young man's besetting dissipation. His apconsideration was the artist himself; he must prehension of music was mainly intellectual ; look to it that his self-expression was adequate, he delighted in the tough, the abstruse, the correct, emollient. The artist was the exact op- over-technical. He trudged on in the treadmill posite of the polemist, the one expressing him- of a fugue with a light-footed alacrity, and could self, the other impressing himself; nor should follow a subject in double counterpoint from one ignore the fact that the value of words, in the score with absolute avidity. A lady had an age of words, was likely to be overestimated. once told him that the playing of his quartette The second consideration involved the circle was tiresome. To whom? he had asked. To to whom the artist made his close, immediate her, she had replied. And then he had quieted appeal, as well as those impressionable outsid- her by saying that chamber-music was meant ers, unknown to him personally, but presumed to interest, not the listeners, but the performers. to exist somewhere in a state of receptive and As for the Governor, bis delight was wholly in responsive sympathy. The third consideration his own work. He played quite indifferently, was the — but for the artist absolute, the artist but he took more pleasure in the uncertain pipure and simple, there is no public. As re- pings of his own flute than in any sevenfold chogarded other art-workers, those prompted by rus of hallelujahs and harping symphonies in emulation, request, mimicry, or necessity to du- which he had no share. I doubt if even the very plicate, imitate, extend the work resulting from harmony of the spheres would have seemed the exercise of this first creative impulse, there quite to his taste, unless resulting in part from was a word for them: one man is an artist, an- the puckering of his own lips. other is “ artistic"; just as one man is a gen- But it was idle to stand disputatiously on the tleman while another is only a “gentlemanly panoramic height of the Kapuzinerberg in experson.” Really, the great thing was that the pectation that some chance breeze from below artist should feel the prompting of the crea- might waft them up a page of manuscript; so tive spirit in him, and should realize the relief during the course of the day the Governor rethat comes from an outward and sensible ex- paired to a certain small shop in an obscure part pression of the inward and the insensible. Then of the town where, as a friend had advised him, it was largely a question of selection, propor- he might be able to satisfy his requirements. It tion, arrangement, presentation ; and even if was in a street close to the base of the Mönchsthe outward form were partial, broken, ob- berg, against whose steep rise the houses were attached, and in whose side they were partly effusion through France, the academies, conexcavated. The place was in charge of a sub- servatories, and theaters of Italy, and all the stantial matron, who drew her hand across her courts of Germany. Butmouth with a kind of anticipatory relish, and The Governor could not escape the pitiful who jostled aside a collection of dusty and force of this but. He gave a faint sigh, and abdented curios to make space for the spreading sent-mindedly creased and recreased the dingy out of her musical merchandise. She had some- leaflet in his hand, quite unconscious of the thing to show, and she knew it; she opened up indignant impatience of the shopwoman. Yes, in a way that more than redeemed the prom- he declared; here, if anywhere, was reason for ise of the place, and that made the Governor's belief in the active interference of a malignant wish seem not so very difficult of gratification, fate in human affairs; no career that he was at after all. She had not only Mozart - that was all acquainted with showed such a disheartenmerely the beginning. She had Gluck, Haydn, ing discrepancy between cause and effect Mendelssohn; Rossini, hotchpotchy, an ome- such a painful, inexplicable hitch between let in notes; Liszt, bizarre, erratic, a play- means and end. It was not enough to say that ing to and fro of chain-lightning; a letter of Mozart was naturally something of an innovaBeethoven's, a sad jumble; a page of Rous- tor, and was too absorbedly bent on the free seau, the slow, painstaking momentumless- vent of his own copious fancyings to keep within ness of the half-amateur; and bits of the local academic bounds : Gluck had broken through master à discretion. One of these last Zeitgeist the bars more completely, and had compelled held in his hand, studying it long and carefully. recognition in a widened field. It would not Then he handed it over to the Governor and do to say that the line between the musician asked him if it were possible to detect in such and the servant was not drawn very clearly in pen-work any peculiarity of character or tem- that day, and that where all the great families perament that could properly, even possibly, — the Esterhazys, the Gallitzins, the Lichtenexplain the life and death that the composer steins — maintained complete orchestras, and was made to live and die. What other manu- ordered new symphonies and serenatas just as scripts of all those lying around them could they ordered new coats or new table-cloths, compare with Mozart's in care, order, regu- the very number of musicians employed would larity, lucidity ? -- a golden mean between the work against the full recognition of the indidownright, bull-headed vigor of Bach and Han- vidual. Haydn, under these conditions, had del on the one hand, and the over-delicate, too made himself a permanent and respected place. refined touch of Chopin, or the morbid and neb- It was not well to lay too great stress on the ulous page of Schubert on the other; a pattern clouds of infinitesimal and multitudinous cabaof arrangement, of moderation, of general rea- lists that swarmed and stung on every stage to sonableness that almost, indeed, grazed the the desperation of the composer and his symcommonplace. The general course of his life, pathizers: all the other composers of the day too, had exhibited the same effect of mod- labored under the same disadvantage as well. eration, self-possession, and decorum that his It would not be greatly to the purpose to say manuscripts displayed. His father, a sober and that the astounding precocity of Mozart's childexemplary Christian, had given his childhood hood had prejudiced his subsequent career; instruction (if such extraordinary and myste- for the boy who at four composed pieces for rious precocity in all matters musical can be the clavier, at six astonished the monks of Wassaid to have received or required instruction), serburg by his performance on the organ, at and had accompanied his youth and early man- seven rebuked the slow appreciation of the hood (an exceptionally filial one) with advice Pompadour, and at fifteen conducted his own and watchful care. Accustomed from his ear- opera at Milan to the wonder and admiration liest years to the most ungrudging, most un- of all Italy, never received an iota of appreciabounded recognition of his marvelous gifts, he tion from his chief patron and most evil of all had earnestly struggled on in a career which evil stars, the Archbishop of Salzburg, who fed he felt his own qualifications demanded and him at table with valets and cooks, and who deserved. His was a nature foreign to excesses rewarded the complete dedication of his time of whatever kind; in the main he was temper- and talent by an honorarium of two ducats ate, self-controlled — he kept himself well in a year. Indeed, the more one pondered the hand. His disposition was noticeably sunny case the more one was tempted to escape from and sanguine ; his personality was peculiarly its meshes by recourse to reasons too puerile, sympathetic and winning. His self-respect, too simple, to be accepted by many as reasons while an active quality, was not so bumptiously at all. Was it not probable that Mozart, with self-assertive as to put him at an undue disad- his enjoyment of familiar human intercourse, vantage in the society of the day, while his showed too great a facility in sliding down to name and fame received an early and wide meet non-genius on its own plain, common,


every-day level; no pretension, no attention; tional as an element in the female character, no claims, no consideration ? And was it not the one feeling that to the ewigweibliche we more than likely that most of Mozart's misfor- must look more and more for faith and imatunes came from his peculiarly insignificant gination, and the other holding that a serious, physique, in a day when“ presence” counted large-eyed young woman, with a strong affinfor so much? What chance had this poor lit- ity for the prie-dieu, made the most charming tle fellow of holding his own against the of frontispieces- what a pity that in the bestrobust, overtopping prince-bishop, the lordly made books of fiction a frontispiece was no Hieronymus von Colloredo, with his horses longer chic. And neither of them, I fancy, and hounds, his trains of swarming servants and would have resented a churchly wife. retainers, and the bevies of magnificent women In one of these churches, one morning, the with whom he loved to surround himself ? The Governor having inexplicably vanished, the same chance that a butterfly has amid the belch- young men were taking advantage of so approings of some soot-blackened chimney; the same priate a time and place to air their theological chance that a bubbling spring has against the views. Zeitgeist had already upset the sacred associated spades of a crowd of clod-heaving chronology, to the scandal of Aurelia West, and navvies. But that such a soul should have Fin-de-Siècle was engaged in cracking a series passed away singing, as we may say, and sur- of ornamental flourishes against the supernatrounded, in all literalness, by its mates, and that ural about the startled ears of the Chatelaine, the body it left behind should have been care- when the Governor, emerging from nowhere lessly hurried to the common trench

in particular, as it seemed, came tripping toThe exasperated shopkeeper snatched her ward them, to the great relief of the orthodox maltreated manuscript from the Governor's un- sex, with a twinkle in his eyes and a dusty docconscious hand and laid it on top of the others, ument in his extended hand. He announced which had already been placed back in their with great glee that he had just got hold of box. The Governor put his sympathies into one another Mozart manuscript, and he justified pocket and got his purse out of another, and himself before the reproachful Chatelaine, who came away with such purchases as Zeitgeist's appeared to be suspecting some grave improtaste and acumen, added to his own, could con- priety or worse, by a statement of the facts. trive. But all the Mozart manuscripts were not He had burst unexpectedly at once into the in the hands of the laity, as it presently came to sacristy and into a rehearsal. He had found be discovered. Salzburg is nothing if not eccle- a lank old man in a cassock seated before a siastical, and there is quite a round of churches music-rest in the midst of a dozen little chaps and convents for those disposed to make the dressed in red petticoats and white over-things, most of the place. Some of these places are in- and every one of those blessed choristers was accessible to ladies, and some of them are quite singing at the top of his lungs -- had any of out of the question for gentlemen; but at such them heard it ?— his own proper part in a as were practicable for both the Chatelaine's Mozart mass from a real Mozart manuscript. friends were able to note how easy it was for They were being kept to the mark by a pair her to slide from the secular into the devotional. of lay brothers who played — incredible and The unconscious simplicity of these transitions irreverent combination ! - a tuba and a baswas viewed by Aurelia West with a kind of soon; and the master had quieted his obstrepawed embarrassment; her own devotions were erous aids, and had come straight to him in of course performed only at stated intervals and the most civil manner, and well, here was under circumstances conventionally correct; the manuscript; twenty florins well spent. It she herself was more or less unable to feel the was not a mass, -oh, dear, no; let nobody efficacy of week-day prayer, and really pre- think it, - it was a little trio— la-a-a, la la la, ferred to worship in the company of other ladies la-a-a, that was the way it went. These parts, gowned and bonneted for that purpose. It here, were for two violins, probably, but they surprised her a good deal to see with what an would go well enough on the flute and the upindulgent interest these extemporaneous de- per strings of the cello. Really it was not so votions, briefly undertaken in dusky corners, difficult after all, this finding of manuscripts, were regarded by the young men, for she knew and he felt that he could soon leave Salzburg that the Chatelaine's uplifted eye found no quite content. counterpart in either of them. Fin-de-Siècle, The Governor's content was raised a degree far from looking up to religion, looked down higher still a little later in the day, as he was upon it, while Zeitgeist looked aslant at it strolling among the clipped hedges and marble with a level gaze that claimed to see the good statues of the old archiepiscopal pleasance beand the bad in every system, and to weigh hind the Schloss Mirabell — a garden cut after them quite coolly and indifferently against each the old French mode, and as little expressive of other. But they both appreciated the devo- sanctity as are the fatigued gaiety and worldly


charm of a wearied beauty just home from a ball. The Governor was all the time conscious that his was not the only pair of lungs breathing in the world-weary atmosphere of this sophisticated retreat, and he presently perceived, modestly hovering about behind a hedge of arbor-vitæ, a youth with a battered brown portfolio under his arm. The Governor was presently examining the contents of this portfolio (with an interest that did not quite rise to enthusiasm, however), and had soon committed himself to an appointment for the inspection of more Mozart manuscripts. On his return to his lodgings he found a most flattering note awaiting him from one of the dignitaries of the cathedral. A number of original manuscripts by the great Mozart had just come to light in the church library, and the Governor, as an eminent amateur, was invited to attend a private rehearsal from the same.

The next day the Chatelaine made a visit to the Ursuline convent on the Nonnberg. The Lady Superior was more than gracious, and from her own private cabinet she abstracted a bit of music which she charged the Chatelaine to convey to her distinguished relative — a little song in the own, authenticated hand of their beloved Wolfgang Amadeus. When Bertha placed this offering in her godfather's hands the old gentleman gave a quiet sigh: for a lad was then waiting below for an answer to a note that he had brought from the shop in the Gstättengasse, — other Mozart manuscripts having developed in that dusky quarter; while before him on the table lay the prospectus of a publisher who was shortly to bring out a series of Mozart quartets, just discovered. When the Governor sallied forth next morning, a seedy-looking individual who had been waiting half an hour on the pavement opposite thrust his hand into the inside pocket of a shabby coat as he came stepping rapidly across the street. But the Governor turned his head the other way, and hurried on with

out stopping.
On their last day they climbed up once more to
Hohen-Salzburg to pay to the Canterbury of
Germany the parting tribute of a final general
view. They indulged in a modest little
luncheon at the restaurant which offers re-
freshment at the entrance to the castle.
Here, while Zeitgeist was settling the score,
and the rest were endeavoring to fasten
a lasting impression of so much beauty on
their minds, a waiter slid up confidentially
alongside the Governor with his fingers
fumbling in his waistcoat-pocket-Fin-de-
Siècle looking on with a smile in which
suspicion might have detected a trace of the
sardonic. Would his lordship be pleased to
look at a bit of music, genuine beyond all
doubt, and written by no less a master
than — The Governor turned a look of
pleading expostulation upon him, col-

lected his young people, and hurried down the hillside in all haste. On their way to the station a boy who stood on a crossing waiting for their cab to pass jerked a paper from a bundle that he carried under his arm and thrust it out toward the Governor. The old gentleman shuddered, and commanded the cab-driver, through the other window, to prod up his lagging beast. And as the train pulled out, he sighed a sigh of relief at the thought that while the land to which they were bound was indeed a land

of song, yet the music of the Tyrol was of a kind not gener

ally committed to paper.

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