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exclaimed; she reaffirmed. There was went on to sing worse things: songs less nothing for it but to put the burning catholic, more evangelical, with words question to the proof. Quietly, by the more bitter and tones more shrill. I fire, we staged a little contest. We sang escaped, to return only at the hour of
. our Gospel Hymns; and she — well, Benediction, when I knew that the 'O she sang dreadful things. There was in Salutaris Hostia’ and ‘Tantum Ergo' particular a hymn to St. Joseph, be- would mount again with the incense loved of sodalities. - No, I think her toward the rich mediæval windows. ‘exhibit' was really worse than ours. It I fear it is true, as our Catholic friend had the rag-time flatness without the said, that the Church has fallen musirag-time catchiness, or the crooning ne- cally, as it has done architecturally, on gro quality. Bred up in part on such evil days. Well: these shrill and sensemodern by-products of the Holy Cath- less tunes are their equivalent for our olic Church, no wonder that she suc- Moody and Sankey. Even in convencumbed utterly to my husband's rendi- ticles, we have more dignified hymntion of "Throw Out the Life-Line.' books for use in ‘church' as opposed to 'I think it's lovely,' she said; siding Sunday-school or Y.P.S.C.E., and the with me, to his great chagrin. How I like. And as our Primary Department wished that our friend of the conven- (of the Sunday-school) was handed over ticles' were there to decide between us to the works of Fanny Crosby (did she
he who in his youth was forbidden write to accompany his friends to Y.P.S.C.E.
Roses in bloom,
Filling the room, meetings as he might have been forbid
With perfume rich and rare. den to go to dime-museums. But he has no ear
- sensual' or other. Per- I wonder? Anyhow, she wrote most of haps he could not have helped. them), so the young Catholics in both
Our Catholic friend's exhibit gave France and America are handed over me pause. I knew that in France they to the musical divagations of ill-edusing, nowadays, hymns unworthy of cated priests. It is a pity; for they have Gothic architecture. Not so many a tradition that cannot be bettered. years ago, in a beautiful French cathe- My ancestors sang lustily out of the old dral which I was by way of frequent Bay Psalm Book : – ing, I heard the children of some sodal
Ye monsters of the mighty deep, ity or confraternity pouring forth as
Your Maker's praises spout; poor a piece of holy rag-time as any
Up from the sands ye codlings peep, conventicle has ever echoed. It jerked
And wag your tails about. me back into the past, violently, as But, at the same period, their ancesHassan's carpet must have jerked its tors were singing the Latin hymns of the fortunate owner through space.
Middle Ages in undegenerate solemVierge, notre espérance,
nity. It is natural enough, perhaps, that Etends sur nous ton bras,
I should have emerged on “There's a Sauve, sauve la France,
Light in the Valley for Me'; but why Ne l'abandonne pas,
should they have emerged on 'SouvenNe l'abandonne pas.
ez-vous, Jésus,' and the Mariolatrous So we sang it, too, at the Assomp- wailing of 'Im-mac-U-late, Im-mac-ution, in happier days, each with a veil late'? Take as fine a Protestant hymn and a candle, winding in and out as, on the whole, we have inherited among the green alleys of the convent "O God Our Help in Ages Past.' Its park. But the young Tourangeaux tune is, to my thinking, bad: difficult
to sing and monotonous to hear. But I do not think that we can account in the very church that these poor for Gospel Hymns, No. 5 by the HuysFrench infants are innocently desecrat- mans formula. Even the hymn to ing, a few hours, more or less, see a St. Joseph, beloved of sodalities, is, I whole congregation chanting, with pas- believe, mere modern pandering to sionless and awful reverence,
the uncultured majority: revivalism in 'Parce, Domine, parce populo tuo; nec in æter- essence, like Moody and Sankey and num irascaris nobis.'
the Salvation Army and Billy Sunday. Whoever has heard that welling But at least the Catholics have this adslowly from crowded choir, nave, and vantage: that though they too have intransept, the coifed peasant and the dulged in operatic music and have even trained seminariste singing in unison sunk to ‘Vierge, notre espérance,' they (no staginess of part-singing there!), still hear from their choirs the anand has joined his voice to the multi- cient music and the ancient words. You tudinous supplication, will not cease lose the sodalities and confraternities to regret that modern vulgarity is as when you hear once more the familiar Catholic as it is Protestant.
‘Tantum Ergo' (I do not mean the It was the most delightful of Huys- florid one that they sing at St. Roch in mans's perversities to contend, in all Paris, and elsewhere); the new vulgarseriousness, that the devil, driven out ity is forgotten, as many vulgarities of an immemorial haunt of his own near have been touched and then forgotten Lourdes by the advent in that spot of by Rome, in her time. the Blessed Virgin, took his sullen re- I used to think that the worst of our venge on the æsthetic sense of her bad Protestant hymns was their ignorpriests. He could no longer hold his ing of the human intelligence. filthy Sabbaths there; but he could and
Many giants great and tall, did bewitch the clergy into making
Stalking through the land, Lourdes a thing of ugliness. Their taste Headlong to the earth would fall went wrong with everything they
If met by Daniel's Band. touched in Lourdes; and while Satan
(My fortunate husband sang it in his could not prevent the Blessed Virgin youth.) But even that, while it could from working miracles, he could still
have a religious meaning, I should say, bring it about that the faithful should only for a sub-normal intelligence, is be healed amid the most hideous archi
not a deliberate and explicit defiance of tectural surroundings. Perhaps Huys
the intellect of man. mans would have credited the modern Catholic music unhesitatingly to the
Verbum caro, panem verum
Verbo carnem efficit: devil.
Fitque sanguis Christi merum; But certainly Moody and Sankey
Et si sensus deficit, were not clerics of Lourdes. Nor could
Ad firmandum cor sincerum the Presbyterians who first sang the
Sola fides sufficit. rhymed version of the Twenty-Third Psalm to the air of 'So bin ich verges
Tantum ergo sacramentum
Veneremur cernui, sen, vergessen bin ich' be suspected of
Et antiquum documentum any part in the devil's private feuds
Novo cedat ritui: with the Virgin. Indeed, the particular
Præstet fides supplementum
Sensuum defectui. Presbyterians whom I have heard sing it thus had not, I fancy, much more re- It took St. Thomas Aquinas, Doctor verence for the one than for the other. Angelicus, thus to state, in one su
preme utterance, the whole case against would be strange if some one were not the Higher Criticism.
converted. You may be very sure that No, I do not think that the sense of a the Roman Catholic Church has not hymn counts so much. The mediæval taken to vulgar and catchy hymns with'Ave Maris Stella' has not much more out a set purpose of winning souls. to recommend it, philosophically speak- At the Cross, at the Cross, where I first saw the ing, than the hymn with the 'Im-mac- light u-late, Im-mac-u-late' refrain. A poem,
And the burden of my sin rolled away, even a religious poem, is good poetry or
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day. bad poetry, and that is all there is to it. ‘From Greenland's Icy Mountains' is The last line might almost have been a silly poem, and 'The Son of God Goes lifted bodily from one of Stephen FosForth to War' is a rather fine poem;
ter's negro melodies. It has the very and Bishop Heber wrote both. But the lilt of permanent superiority of the latter is My old Kentucky home far away. in the music to which it is set. One And it is only one of many in Gospel Presbyterian sect sings, I believe, no- Hymns, No.5. That is why my husband thing but the Psalms, – rather unforrather unfor- remembers them, in spite of himself
. tunately metricized, to be sure, - and
and He may contemn them, but he cannot their church singing is the dreariest in forget. There is hardly one of them the world. Yet the Psalms are rated
that would not consort happily with high. ‘Onward, Christian Soldiers' gets the right kind of brass band. They its appeal from Sir Arthur Sullivan and
connote crowds and the 'emotion of not from the author. I do not believe multitude.' So, to me, does the ‘Parce, that 'Nearer, My God, to Thee' would
Domine'connote crowds — but crowds have been the favorite hymn of the late awe-struck, unweeping, and in no mood President McKinley were it not for the for stimulation by a cornet accompanislow, swinging tempo, which needs only ment. There is a cardinal difference. a little quickening to be an excellent The success of almost any Gospel waltz, with all the emotional appeal of Hymn depends on an emotional appeal good waltz music.
very like that of Kipling's banjo: On the whole, . Hymns Ancient and
And the tunes that mean so much to you alone, Modern are far better, from the point
Common tunes that make you choke and blow of view of poetry, than Gospel Hymns,
your nose, No. 5 — but they have not converted Vulgar tunes that bring the laugh, that bring the half so many people. The elect, the high-brows, may say what they like: if I can rip your very heartstrings out with
those. you are doing your evangelizing on the grand scale, the ‘sensual ear' must be Whatever Bach and Palestrina and pleased. I do not believe that the mu- Scarlatti and good Gregorian do to you sic I have referred to, of the 'Tantum well, it is not that. Whereas almost Ergo' or the ‘Parce, Domine,' would any good Gospel Hymn gets you, if it ever convert the crowd in a tent or a gets you at all, in the banjo way. There tabernacle - even if D. L. Moody or is the revivalistic essence in all of them. Fanny Crosby wrote new words to it. And when the Catholics wish to be reBut if you let a grammar-school pupil vivalistic, they imitate, rather badly, hack words out of the New Testament the Protestant 'hymn-tune.' and set them to the tune of 'Massa's Most of my friends (including, obvi. in the Cold, Cold Ground' - well, it ously, my husband) are so truly high
brow that they cannot be ‘got' in the for You.' Waltzes and Gospel Hymns banjo way. They do not like cornet reinforce each other - which is probsolos; and brass bands playing negro- ably why the unco’guid object to dancmelodies leave them dry-eyed. They ing. But with all due allowances for honestly prefer the Kneisel Quartet or mob-emotion and the sensual ear, I cana Brahms symphony. Their arid and not believe that syncopation serves the exquisite æstheticism rejects these low Lord. People's eyes do not grow dim appeals. Did I not say that my hus- as they listen to a fox-trot. It does band loathes ‘Throw Out the Life- nothing to bring forth that melting Line' even while he is reducing me to sense of universal love which the old an emotional crumple? I refuse to ad- popular music did. All waltz music mit that I am incapable of that same was in essence melancholy; and all senarid and exquisite æstheticism; but the timental melancholies meet together lower appeal reaches me too. I do somewhere in the recesses of the vulgar weep over the brass bands. I do choke heart. Yes: when popular composers over the flag appropriately carried. I do were writing good waltzes, it was easifall in love (if I am careful to shut my er for the Sankeys and Blisses to write eyes) with a good tenor voice. And good hymns. The Y.P.S.C.E. must while there are, luckily, a great many have had easier work with the young people like my husband, there must be people who were singing ‘Marguerite, ' millions more like me. He remembers than it has now with the young people the Gospel Hymns; but I like them. who are singing 'At the Garbage GenNot quite to the trail-hitting point; tlemen's Ball.' I have a notion that
; but then I fancy the hymns of the tab- the young people who are singing ‘At ernacle are less good than they used to the Garbage Gentlemen's Ball' do not be. I do not know the tune of Bright- go to Y.P.S.C.E. meetings at all. Well,
‘ en the Corner Where You Are.' Though you see, those who sang ‘Marguerite' my six-year-old son has learned it from did. the cook, I do not believe he has the Those who know say that we are tune right. He cannot have it right: if growing more vulgar all the time. Perit were right, there would be no sawdust haps the difference between D. L. trail. Nor do I know the music of “The Moody and Billy Sunday is a good inBrewer's Big Horses Cannot Roll Over dex of that degeneration. Certainly the Me.' But I have a suspicion that Billy silly young things who wept while they Sunday's hymns are nothing like so sang ‘God Be with You Till We Meet good as Moody and Sankey. The dance Again' would not have pretended to music of the day always has its effect call Christ up on the telephone -- or on popular airs of every kind, even re- have permitted any one else to do it ligious. I venture to say (pace the shade in their presence. But, thank Heaven, of Lord Byron) that the waltz, through- the conventicles are like to outlast the out the nineteenth century, had a tabernacle. strong religious influence. Every one At all events, I am sure of one thing: knows that good waltz music, if played that my husband will not be persuaded, slowly enough, is the saddest thing in twenty years hence, to 'oblige' with the world. The emotion aroused by “The Brewer's Big Horses.' But I hope good waltz music well played is blood- he will continue at intervals to oblige brother to the emotion aroused by God with 'Throw Out the Life-Line.' For, Be with You Till We Meet Again' and so long as he does, I shall continue to be 'For You I Am Praying, I'm Praying evangelized.