앤과 머리 염색 이야기
1843년의 염색약 선전 포스터. 체르케스 머리 염색약.
"흐리고 빨갛고 회색인 머리를 아름다운 갈색 이나 검은 머리로 바꿔드립니다(for changing light, red or grey hair to a beautiful brown or black)" 이라고 씌여 있다. 이 염색약은 앤이 사용했던 싸구려와는 달리 까맣고 윤기나는 검은 머리를 만들어 주었다고 한다.


로맨티스트님의 빨강머리 앤의 머리 염색에 대한 고찰 글과 함께 합니다.

제27장 허영심과 속상함(VANITY AND VEXATION OF SPIRIT)을 보면 싸구려 염색약을 잘못 써서 보기 흉한 녹색 머리를 만드는 이야기가 나옵니다. 도대체 그 염색약의 정체는 무엇이었을까요? 다음은 마릴라에게 넋두리하듯 자초지종을 설명하는 앤의 장면입니다.

"The pedlar that was here this afternoon. I bought the dye from him."

"Anne Shirley, how often have I told you never to let one of those Italians in the house! I don't believe in encouraging them to come around at all."

"Oh, I didn't let him in the house. I remembered what you told me, and I went out, carefully shut the door, and looked at his things on the step. Besides, he wasn't and Italian - he was a German jew. He had a big box full of very interesting things and he told me he was working hard to make enough money to bring his wife and children out from Germany. He spoke so feelingly about them that it touched my heart. I wanted to buy something from him to help him in such a worthy object. Then all at once I saw the bottle of hair dye. The pedlar said it was warranted to dye any hair and the temptation was irresistible. But the price of the bottle was seventy-five cents and I had only fifty cents left out of my chicken money. I think the pedlar had a very kind heart, for he said that, seeing it was me, he'd sell it for fifty cents and that was just giving it away. So I bought it, and as soon as he had gone I came up here and applied it with an old hair-brush as the directions said. I used up the whole bottle, and oh, Marilla, when I saw the dreadful colour it turned my hair I repretened of being wicked, I can tell you. And i've been repenting ever since."

"행상인 아저씨가 오후에 오셨었어요. 그분한테 염색약을 샀구요."

"앤 셜리, 이탈리아 사람을 집에 들이면 안된다고 내가 몇 번이나 말했니! 그 사람들이 집 안을 돌아다녔다니 상상하기 조차 싫구나."

"어머, 저는 집에 들이지 않았어요. 아주머니 말씀은 기억하고 있었거든요. 문을 단단히 단속하고 밖으로 나간 다음에 계단에 앉아서 물건을 구경했어요. 게다가 그 아저씨는 이탈리아인이 아니고 독일에서 온 유태인이었어요. 커다란 상자를 갖고 왔는데 재미있는 물건들이 가득했어요. 아저씨는 독일에 있는 아내와 아이들을 데려오기 위해서 열심히 일해서 돈을 벌고 있다고 했어요. 어찌나절절하던지 가슴이 뭉클했어요. 전 그런 소중한 소망을 갖고 있는 아저씨를 도와드리고 싶었어요. 그런데 염색약이 눈에 들어왔지요. 아저씨는 이 염색약이 어떤 종류의 머리도 칠흑같이 아름다운 검은색으로 물들이고 물에도 씻겨내가지 않는다고 장담했어요. 전 그 순간 아름다운 검은 머리를 한 제 모습이 떠올라서 도저히 유혹을 뿌리칠 수 없었어요. 하지만 한 병에 75센트 하는 염색약인데, 제가 닭장일을 하면서 모은 돈은 50 센트 밖에 남아 있지 않았어요. 아저씨는 아주 인정이 넘치는 분이었어요. 저한테만 50센트에 팔겠다면서 그건 아주 거저 주는 거나 다름없다고 하시잖아요. 그래서 전 염색약을 샀고, 아저씨가 가시자마자 바로 이곳으로 와서 설명서에 적혀 있는 대로 헌 빗에 약을 묻혀서 지시하는 방향대로 약을 발랐어요. 한 통을 다 썼지 뭐에요. 그랬는데.. 아... 아주머니, 전 끔찍한 색으로 변해 버린 머리를 보고서는 제가 저지른 잘못을 뉘우쳤어요. 정말이에요. 그리고 그때부터 계속 후회하고 있었던 거에요."

                               - CHAPTER AXXVII VANITY AND VEXATION OF SPIRIT


염색약병의 가격이 75 센트의 가격이 제시되고 있습니다. 이게 싼 가격인지 비싼 가격인지는 모르겠는데 1875년에 강장제 한병의 가격이 1 달러였다고 합니다. 포스터에 나온 체르케스 머리 염색약의 가격은 작은 병이 35센트에서부터 큰 병이 1.4 달러정도 였다 하는데 앤 이야기가 1890년대를 배경으로 한다고 가정하면 물가를 고려해서 비싸지 않은 것으로 봅니다. 앤은 실제로 널리 쓰였고 효과가 좋았던 것으로 보이는 이 체르케스 머리 염색약의 유사품의 큰 병을 산게 아닐까 추측됩니다. 행상인이 앤을 속여 판 것으로 보이지는 않고 다만 방물장수이다 보니 염색약의 부작용에 대해서 잘 몰랐던 것이 아닐까 합니다. 참고로 실제 당시의 독일계 유대인들은 본문에서 보이는 그런 딱한 사정들이 있었습니다. 당시 전쟁 중이던 러시아에서 핍박받던 그들은 독일이나 오스트리아 헝가리 제국으로 도망쳤고 그곳에서 다시 여러 곳으로 유랑했습니다.
19세기의 행상인(Pedlar), Photo by James Johnstone

그리고 부작용으로 변해버린 녹색 머리 색깔에 대한 단초가 원문에 나옵니다.

"Green it might be called, if it were any earthly colour - a queer, dull, bronzy green, with streaks here and there of the original red to heighten the ghastly effect." 굳이 이름을 붙이자면, 요상하고 칙칙한 구릿빛 초록색에 원래 빨강 머리카락이 얼룩덜룩해서 섬뜩한 느낌까지 있었다.

이런 세사한 묘사가 가능했던 것은 몽고메리가 직간접적으로 경험했던 사실이 아닐까 생각합니다.

이 문장으로 볼 때, 분명히 앤의 머리에 작용한 성분은 산화구리(Cu2O 또는 CuO)였을 겁니다. 앤이 사용한 그 지역의 물과 염색약이 반응하여 화학반응을 일으켰을 겁니다. 염색약의 주요 성분 중에는 암모니아(NH3)가 있죠. 바로 산화구리는물에는 녹지 않지만 암모니아수에는 녹아서 무색 액체가 됩니다. 실제로 산화구리는 녹색을 내는 안료나 착색제로 지금도 쓰이죠. 워낙 빨강색이 밝고 강렬했기 때문에 녹색과 섞여서 그 효과가 강렬했을 겁니다.

19세기의 염색 이야기를 더 해보면 당시는 유명했던 당시의 염색약 '체르케스 머리 염색(Circassian hair dye)'이 체르케스(Circassian)를 내세우고 있는 것처럼 흑해 북부 코카서스 지방의 체르케스 여인들의 풍성하고 어두운 색깔의 머리가 각광 받았습니다. 근 100년간 계속되고 있던 러시아와 오스만 투르크와의 전쟁의 영향이었는데, 체르케스 여인들의 모습이 신대륙 사람들에게 무척 매력적으로 비춰졌던 거죠. 그들의 모습이 슬라이드로 전시되어 박물관에서 돈을 내고 관람하기도 했습니다. 오른쪽 사진이 바로 대중적이었던 dime museum에서 상영되었던 슬라이드였습니다. 그래서 점차 머리 관리의 기준이 체르케스 미인이 되어 갑니다. 체르케스 미인이 되기 위해서 코카서스인이 될 필요는 없었죠. 사진처럼 머리를 풍성하게 하고 윤기나는 검은색이나 갈색으로 염색하면 되었으니까요. 그래서 이런류의 염색약이 유행하게 되었던 것이고, 앤이 사용했던 제품도 그런 종류였습니다.

아래의 전단지는 1875년의 것인데 Curran & Co.'s Farmer's and Mechanic's Almanac 의 Circassian Hair Care System에 대한 광고와 사용법이 나와 있습니다. 왼쪽의 것은 'Circassian Hair Restorer' 라는 오일형태의 제품으로 머리숱을 풍성하게 해주고 머리카락을 손상시키지 않는 염색약으로 설명되어 지고 있습니다. 머리를 손상시키는 알칼리나 산, 질산은 같은 것이 들어있지 않다고 되어 있습니다. 앤의 경우는 구리 성분이 들어 있는 싸구려 였겠지만요. 머리가 빠지는 것을 방지하고 젊은이의 머리결로 (색깔도 함께) 돌려드립니다 라는 상투적인 문구도 보이네요. 상쾌한 느낌이라는 문구는 역시 암모니아 성분을 의미합니다.



사용법은 아침 저녁으로 빗을 이용하여 머리를 빗어 내리는 방법으로 사용했습니다. 앤이 사용한 것과 같은 방법이죠. (앤이 짧은 시간에 너무 많은 양을 사용했는지도 모르겠네요)

사족으로 여기에도 가끔씩 이야기되곤 하는 마릴라의 인종적인 편경이 나옵니다만, 아마 정확히 이탈리아 사람이니 유태인이니 하는특정인들에 대한 편견은 아니었을 겁니다. 마릴라에게 외국인들은 다 똑같았을 겁니다. 하지만 영국과 북미지역을 유랑하는 이태리 행상인들은 안좋은 소문이 돌았던 것이 사실이었고, 모드 여사의 또 다른 소설 『Kilmeny of the Orchard』의 악인 캐릭터는 "a couple of Italian pack peddlers" 의 아들로 나옵니다.
이글루스 가든 - 빨강머리 앤과 함께 하는 삶
by 다음엇지 | 2009/06/17 01:20 | Anne의 옷장 | 트랙백 | 핑백(1) | 덧글(10)
Franz Schubert's C Major Symphony by Robert Schumann
참고 삼아서 드보르작 만큼이나 인용되는 슈만의 글도 올려 놓습니다. 원전은 독어일 것이고 영문으로 번역되어 있는 것입니다.



Franz Schubert's C Major Symphony

and other writings

by Robert Schumann

 

Robert Schumann was a great enthusiast for Franz Schubert. He is reported as having 'cried all night' when, at the age of 18, he heard of Schubert's death. Schumann was a noted music critic, starting this career in 1831 in the "Allgemeine Musikalische Zeitung" with an article on Chopin's Opus 2. In 1834 he started his own paper, the "Neue Zeitschrift für Musik". Many of the writings in this paper were written as if from the perspective of a group of individuals Schumann called the Davidite Society - which allowed him to use different styles in his reviews and remarks.

In 1838, Schumann visited Vienna for 6 months in a failed attempt to establish the "Neue Zeitschrift" there. During his stay he visited Ferdinand, Schubert's brother. Ferdinand still held the manuscripts for many works, notwithstanding the fact that he had sold the majority to Diabelli and Co. Included in the manuscripts he still held were the symphonies (excluding the 'unfinished', at that time not known, and still to languish in Anselm Hüttenbrenner's music chest for another 25 years), the masses, the operas, etc.

Schumann helped Ferdinand to try to find publishers for these works, but most importantly, his enthusiasm for the 9th led to its premiere in Leipzig under Mendelssohn. It still took many years to become established - there are incidents both in Vienna and in London, of orchestras simply refusing to play it!

In 1853, not long before his madness appeared and he was moved to a private mental hospital for the last 2 years of his life, he collected his essays from the "Neue Zeitschrift" into a book "Music and Musicians". The text in this article comes from the 1876 translation of that book by Fanny Raymond Ritter.

 

Franz Schubert's C Major Symphony

 

THE musician who visits Vienna for the first time, awhile delights in the festive life of the streets, and often stands admiringly before the door of St. Stephen's Tower; but he soon remembers how near to the city lies a cemetery, containing something more worthy - for him - of regard than all the city boasts, - the spot where two of the glorious ones of his art rest, only a few steps apart. No doubt, then, many a young musician has wandered like me (1838) to the Währinger Cemetery, after the first few days of excitement in Vienna, to lay his flowery gift on those graves, even were it but a wild rosebush, such as I found planted on Beethoven's grave. Franz Schubert's resting-place was undecorated. One warm desire of my life was fulfilled; I gazed long on those sacred graves, almost envying the one buried between them - a certain Earl O'Donnell, if I am not mistaken. The first time of gazing on a great man, of pressing his hand, is for every one an earnestly-desired moment. It had never been possible for me to meet either of the two whom I venerate most highly among all modern artists; but after this visit to their graves, I wished I could have stood by the side of a man who loved either one of them most dearly - if possible, his own brother. On the way home, I remembered that Schubert's brother Ferdinand, to whom he had been much attached, was still living. I sought him out, and found that he bore a strong resemblance to the bust that stands beside Schubert's grave; shorter than Franz, but strongly built, with a face expressive of honesty as well as of musical ability. He knew me from that veneration for his brother, which I have so often publicly professed; told me and showed me many things, of which, with his permission, I have already spoken in our paper, under the heading "Reliques". Finally, he allowed me to see those treasures of Schubert's composition, which he still possesses. The sight of this hoard of riches thrilled me with joy; where to begin, where to leave off! Among other things, he directed my attention to the scores of several symphonies, many of which have never yet been heard, but are laid on the shelf and prejudged as too heavy and turgid. One must understand Vienna, its peculiar circumstances with regard to concerts, and the difficulties attendant on bringing together the necessary material for great performances, before one can forgive the city where Schubert lived and laboured, that only his songs, but his grand instrumental works seldom or never, are brought before the public. Who knows how long the symphony of which we speak to-day, might not have lain buried in dust and darkness, had I not at once arranged with Ferdinand Schubert, to send it immediately to the direction of the Gewandhaus concerts in Leipzig, or rather, to the directing artist himself, whose fine glance perceives even the most timid of new-budding beauties, - and necessarily therefore, the dazzling splendours of masterly perfection. My hopes were fulfilled. The symphony went to Leipzig, was listened to, understood, again heard, and received with joyous and almost universal admiration. The busy publishing house of Breitkopf and Haertel purchased the work, and now it lies before me in separate parts; for the benefit of the world, I hope it will soon appear in score also.

I must say at once, that he who is not yet acquainted with this symphony, knows very little about Schubert; and this, when we consider all that he has given to art outside of this work, will appear to many as too exaggerated praise. Partly, no doubt, because composers have been so often advised to their own injury, that it is better for them - after Beethoven - to abstain from symphonic plans; which advice, notwithstanding, with the state of feeling that has given rise to it, we can scarcely consider as unreasonable. For we have lately had few orchestral works of consequence; and those few have rather interested us as illustrations of their composers' progress, than that of art, or as creations of decided influence with the masses. Many have been absolute reflections of Beethoven; and it is scarcely necessary to mention those tiresome manufacturers of symphonies, with power enough to shadow forth the powder and perruques of Mozart and Haydn, but not indeed the heads that wore them. Berlioz is thoroughly French, and we are too much accustomed to regard him merely as an interesting foreigner and rattle pate. The hope I had always entertained - and many, no doubt, with me - that Schubert, who had shown himself, through many other kinds of composition, so firm in form, so rich in imaginativeness, so many-sided, would also treat the symphony and find that mode of treatment certain to impress the public, is here realised in the noblest manner. Assuredly he never proposed to excel Beethoven's ninth symphony, but, an industrious artist, he continually drew forth his creations from his own resources, one symphony after another. The only thing that seems to us objectionable in the publication of this seventh symphony, or that may lead even to a misunderstanding of the work, is the fact that the world now receives it without having followed its creator's development of this form through its forerunners. Perhaps, however, the bolts may now be drawn from the others; the least of them must possess Schubertian significance; Viennese symphony writers did not need to wander very far in search of the laurel they are so much in need of, for in a suburb of Vienna, in Ferdinand Schuberts study, they might have found sevenfold richer booty, leaf heaped on leaf. And here, too, was the place of all others which they should have crowned with laurel! But it often happens in the world that such opportunities are neglected! Should the conversation turn upon —, the Viennese never know how to finish with their praise of their own Franz Schubert; when they are only among themselves, it does not seem as if they thought much of one or the other. But let us leave these things, and refresh ourselves with the wealth of mind that in its fullness overflows this glorious work! Vienna, with its tower of St. Stephen, its lovely women, its public pageantry, its Danube that garlands it with countless watery ribbons; this Vienna, spreading over the blooming plain, and reaching towards the higher mountains; Vienna, with its reminiscences of the great German masters, must be a fertile domain for the musician's fancy to revel in. Often when gazing on the city from the heights above, I have thought how frequently Beethoven's eyes may have glanced restlessly over the distant line of the Alps; how Mozart may have dreamily followed the course of the Danube, as it seems to vanish amid bush and wood; and how Haydn may have looked up to the tower, shaking his head at its dizzy height. If we draw together the tower, the Danube, and the distant Alps, casting over the whole a soft Catholic incense-vapour, we shall have a fair picture of Vienna; and when the charming, living landscape stands before us, chords will vibrate that never resounded within us before. On leaving Schubert's symphony, the bright, blooming, romantic life of Vienna appears to me clearer than ever; such works ought to be born amid precisely such surroundings. But I shall not attempt to set the symphony in its fitting soil; different ages select different bases for their texts and pictures; where the youth of eighteen hears a world-famous occurrence in a musical work, a man only perceives some rustic event, while the musician probably never thought of either, but simply gave the best music that he happened to feel within him just then. But every one must acknowledge that the outer world, sparkling to-day, gloomy tomorrow, often deeply impresses the inward feeling of the poet or the musician; and all must recognise, while listening to this symphony, that it reveals to us something more than mere fine melody, mere ordinary joy and sorrow, such as music has already expressed in a hundred ways, - that it leads us into a region which we never before explored, and consequently can have no recollection of. Here we find, besides the most masterly technicalities of musical composition, life in every vein, colouring down to the finest grade of possibility, sharp expression in detail, meaning throughout, while over the whole is thrown that glow of romanticism that everywhere accompanies Franz Schubert. And then the heavenly length of the symphony, like that of one of Jean Paul's romances in four thick volumes, never able to come to an end, for the very best reasons - in order to leave the reader able to go on romancing for himself. How refreshing is this feeling of Overflowing wealth! With others we always tremble for the conclusion, troubled lest we find ourselves disappointed. It would be incomprehensible whence Schubert had all at once acquired this sparkling, sportive mastery of the orchestra, did we not know that this symphony had been preceded by six others, and that it was written in the ripest years of manly power (on the score is the date, "March, 1828" Schubert died in November). We must grant that he possessed an extraordinary talent, in attaining to such peculiar treatment of separate instruments, such mastery of orchestral masses - they often seem to converse like human voices and chorusses - although he scarcely heard any of his own instrumental works performed during his life. Save in some of Beethoven's works, I have not elsewhere observed so striking and deceptive a resemblance to the voice, in the treatment of instruments; Meyerbeer, in his treatment of the human voice, attains precisely the opposite effect. Another proof of the genuine, manly inspiration of this symphony, is its complete independence of the Beethoven symphonies. And how correct, how prudent in judgment, Schubert's genius displays itself here! As if conscious of his own more modest powers, he avoids imitating the grotesque forms, the bold proportions that meet us in Beethoven's later works; he gives us a creation of the most graceful form possible, which, in spite of its novel intricacies, never strays far from the happy medium, but always returns again to the central point. Every one who closely studies this symphony, must agree with me. At first, every one will feel a little embarrassed by the brilliancy and novelty of the instrumentation, the length and breadth of form, the charming variety of vital feeling, the entirely new world that opens to us - just as the first glance at anything to which we are unaccustomed, embarrasses us; but a delightful feeling remains, as though we had been listening to a lovely tale of enchantment, we feel that the composer was master of his subject, and after a time, its intricacies and connections all become clear to us. The feeling of certainty is produced at once by the splendid, romantic introduction, over which, notwithstanding, a mysterious veil seems to have been drawn here and there. The passage from this into the allegro is wholly new; the tempo does not seem to change, yet we reach the port, we know not how. It would not give us or others any pleasure to analyse the separate movements; for to give an idea of the novel-like character that pervades the whole symphony, the entire work ought to be transcribed. Yet I cannot take leave of the second movement, which speak. to us with such touching voices, without a few words. There is a passage in it, where a horn calls from a distance, that seems to have descended from another sphere. And every other instrument seems to listen, as if aware that a heavenly guest had glided into the orchestra.

The symphony produced such an effect among us, as none has produced since Beethoven's. Artists and connoisseurs united in its praise, and I heard a few words spoken by the master who had studied it with the utmost care for its perfect success, that I should have been only too happy, had such a thing been possible, to report to the living Schubert, as the gladdest of glad tidings. Years must pass, perhaps, before the work will be thoroughly made at home in Germany; but there is no danger that it will ever be overlooked or forgotten; it bears within it the core of everlasting youth.

And thus my visit to those honoured graves, reminding me of a relation of one of the great departed, became doubly a reward to me. I received my first recompense on the day itself; for I found, on Beethoven's grave, a steel pen, which I have treasured up carefully ever since. I never use it save on festal occasions, as to-day; I trust that good things may have proceeded from it!

  

Franz Schubert's Last Compositions

 

IF fertility be a distinguishing mark of genius, then Franz Schubert is a genius of the highest order. Not much over thirty when he died, he wrote an astonishing quantity of things, about half of which, perhaps, have been published; a part of these, only, are widely known, while a still greater part will never, or not for a long time, attain publicity. Among his first-mentioned works, his songs obtained the quickest and widest celebrity; he would have gradually set the whole German literature to music; he was the man for Telemann, who claimed that "a good composer should be able to set wall advertisements to music." Whatever he felt, flowed forth in music; Æschylus, Klopstock, so stiff in composition, yielded under his hand, while he added a deeper sense to the light lyrics of Müller and others. Then what a multitude of instrumental works of every form and kind; trios, quartettes, sonatas, rondos, dances, variations, for two and four hands, large and small, full of wonderful, rare beauties, which our paper has more closely characterized, in other articles. Among the works that still await publication, masses, quartettes, a great number of songs, and other things, have been mentioned to us, as well as his greater compositions, several operas, church pieces, several symphonies and overtures in the possession of his heirs.

  

Four Impromptus for pianoforte, Opus 142

 

He should have lived to see how he is idolised today; it would have inspired him to do his best and highest. Now that he has long lain at rest, we carefully endeavour to collect and examine all that he left behind him; and there is nothing among all that does not betray its origins. Few authors have left the stamp of their minds so clearly impressed on their works as he has done. Every page in the two first of the above impromptus whispers "Franz Schubert," as we know him in his inexhaustible moods; as he charms, deceives, and again fetters us, we find him here. And yet I can scarcely believe that Schubert really entitled these movements 'impromptus." The first is evidently the first movement of a sonata, so perfectly carried out and concluded, that no doubt can exist about it. I consider the second impromptu to be the second movement of the same sonata; in key and character it fits it precisely. Schubert's friends must know what has become of the conclusion of the sonata, or whether he ever concluded it. Perhaps the fourth impromptu may be regarded as the finale, yet if the key be in favour of this supposition, the volatility of the whole plan is opposed to it. These are only conjectures, which a glance into the original manuscript might clear up. yet I do not consider them of no consequence; titles and superscriptions are of little value, while a fine sonata is so great an ornament in the wreath of a composer's productions, that I would willingly imagine another - yes, twenty - added to Schubert's many works in this form. I should scarcely have attributed the third impromptu to Schubert, unless, indeed, as the work of his boyhood; it is a set of indifferent or insignificant variations on a similar theme. They are wholly devoid of invention or fancy - qualities which Schubert has displayed to so high a degree in the variation style in other places. But if the two first impromptus are played in succession, and rounded with the fourth to make a lively close, we shall possess, if not a complete sonata, one more fine souvenir of Schubert. To those who are well acquainted with him already it needs but a single performance for the complete understanding of it. The light, fantastic embroidery between the melodic pauses in the first movement, is precisely what should lull us to slumber; the whole seems to have been written during a pensive hour, as if while meditating on the past. The second movement is of a contemplative character, like many things of Schubert's; the third (the fourth impromptu) is quite different; it pouts, yet softly and good naturedly. Its mood is difficult to comprehend; it reminded me often of Beethoven's amusing, littleknown piece, "Anger over a Lost Penny."

This is a fitting opportunity to mention Franz Liszt's transcriptions of Schubert's songs, which have found such favour with the public. Performed by Liszt, they must be highly effective, but other than master-hands will vainly labour with them; they are perhaps the most difficult things for the pianoforte in existence. A witty fellow wonders "whether an easier arrangement could not be published, and also whether the result of such a one would be the original Schubert Lied again ?" Not always. Liszt has added to and altered; the way in which he has done it betrays the powerful nature of his conception and execution; others would think and write differently. And now the old question suggests itself whether the executive artist shall be allowed the privilege of modifying the works of the creative artist, so as to suit his individual powers ? The answer is easy. A bungler is ridiculous when he does it badly, but we approve of the intelligent artist's arrangement, unless he destroys the sense of the original. This kind of workmanship forms a separate chapter in a method of pianoforte-playing.

The last of Schubert's compositions which have appeared are entitled "Grand Pianoforte Duo for Four Hands," Opus 140, and F. Schubert's last composition, three grand sonatas for pianoforte.

There was a time when I talked unwillingly of Schubert, whose name, I thought, should only be whispered at night to the trees and stars. Who is not, at some period, enthusiastic ? Enraptured with this new mind, whose wealth seemed to me measureless and boundless, deaf to everything that could bear witness against him, I thought of him alone. Who is the master we can esteem the same at every period of our lives ? With increasing years, with increasing demands, the circle of our favourites grows smaller and smaller. The cause of this lies within ourselves as well as in them. In order to value Bach properly, we must have passed through experiences impossible in youth; even the sunlit heights of Mozart are at that time under-estimated. Mere musical studies are not enough to enable us to understand Beethoven, who inspires us more in certain years with certain works. It is at least sure that equal ages exercise a reciprocal attraction on each other, that youthful enthusiasm is best understood by youth, and the power of the mature master by the full-grown man. So Schubert will always remain the favourite of youth. He gives what youth desires - an overflowing heart, daring thoughts, and speedy deeds; he tells of what youth loves best - of knights and maidens, romantic stories and adventures; he mingles wit and humour with these, but not to so great a degree that the softer ground-tone is disturbed. He gives wings to the performer's own fancy, as no other composer has done save Beethoven. Some of his peculiarities, which may be easily imitated, allure to imitation; we carry out a thousand ideas which he only lightly suggests. Such is the effect he produces, and thus he will long influence us.

Ten years ago I should have declared, without more ado, that these lately published works were the finest in the world, - and, compared with the productions of to-day, such they still appear to me. But, as compositions by Schubert, I do not place them in the class where I place his quartet in D minor for string instruments, his trio in E flat major, and many of his lesser songs and pianoforte pieces. The duo, especially (which I regarded as a symphony arranged for the pianoforte, until the original manuscript, in which, in his own hand, it is entitled a " Sonata for Four Hands," taught me otherwise), seems to me still to stand within Beethoven's influence. And, in spite of Schubert's handwriting, I still hold to my own opinion respecting the duo. One who wrote as much as Schubert, cannot have given much time to reviewing or reflecting on his titles, and thus he probably wrote in haste over his work "sonata," while "symphony" was what he had in his mind. Then, to give a more vulgar ground for my opinion, it is probable that at a time when his name was only beginning to be known, he was more likely to find publishers for a sonata than for a symphony. And, in comparing this work with his other sonatas, in which the purest pianoforte character is expressed, I can only, familiar as I am with his style and his manner of treating the pianoforte, regard it as an orchestral work. We hear string and wind instruments, Tuttis, solos, the mutter of drums; and my view is also supported by the broad symphonic form, even by its reminiscences of Beethoven's symphonies, such as, in the second movement, that of the andante of Beethoven's second, and, in the last, that of Beethoven's last in his A major symphony, as well as several paler passages, which seem to me to have lost in the arrangement. In this way, too, I shield the duo from the reproach of being unfitted to the pianoforte, that something has been attempted with the instrument of which it is incapable; while, as an arranged symphony, it must be looked at in a different light. If we so accept it, we are the richer by one symphony. I have mentioned the reminiscences of Beethoven; but do we not all subsist on his treasures ? Yet even without this noble forefather, Schubert would have been the same, though his originality might have found its way out later. To one who has some degree of cultivation and feeling, Beethoven and Schubert may be recognised, yet held apart, on their very first pages. Schubert is a maidenly character compared to the other, far more talkative, softer, broader; compared to him he is a child, sporting carelessly among the giants. Such is the relation these symphonic movements bear to those of Beethoven, and, in their inwardness, they could not have been imagined by any other than Schubert. To be sure, he brings in his powerful passages, and works in masses; but there is always a masculine and feminine contrast; one commands, and one beseeches and persuades. This, however, is in contrast to Beethoven alone; compared to others, he is man enough, and even the boldest and most freethinking of musicians. With this conviction we should take up the duo. It is not necessary to seek for its beauties; they meet and win us more and more the oftener we consider it; indeed, this loving poet-soul cannot fail to win us all completely. And though the adagio so strongly reminds me of Beethoven, yet I scarcely know anything in which Schubert is more distinctly himself; he stands bodily before us - with the first measures his name passes our lips. And all will agree that the work sustains itself at the same height from beginning to end - a quality that should always be insisted on, yet one which modern works seldom offer to us. No musician dare remain a stranger to such a work, and if so many among them fail to understand some creations of to-day, and some of the future, it is their own fault; their insight is blind to transition. The new (so-called) Romantic school is not woven from the air; everything has its own good foundation.

The sonatas are sufficiently distinguished and remarkable, as being the last work of Franz Schubert. Probably those to whom the period of their creation was unknown would judge them differently - as I did, placing them at an earlier epoch in the composer's career, while I always considered the trio in E flat major as Schubert's last work, as well as his most original one. It may be, however, that these sonatas were really the last work of his hand, for it would be something more than human in a man who wrote so much and so continually as Schubert were he to improve and surpass himself in every succeeding effort. I cannot learn whether he wrote these sonatas on his sick-bed or not; from the music I rather surmise that he did; and yet it may be that one's opinion and fancy are influenced beforehand by the sad ideas awakened by the word "last" on the title-page. However it may be, these sonatas seem to me to differ from his others in their greater simplicity of invention, their voluntary resignation of novel brilliancy (just where he formerly made such great demands on his powers), and through a general spinning out of musical ideas where he formerly joined period to period with new threads. It flows on from page to page, ever more musical and melodious, as if it could never come to an end or lose its continuity, broken, here and there, by a somewhat more lively emotion, that is, however, soon quieted again. Colder judges must decide whether or not my opinion has been influenced here by the thought of his illness; but the work affects me as I describe it. Then it closes so lightly, cheerfully, courageously, as though he would be ready to begin again the next day. But it was otherwise ordained. He met his last moments with composure. And if the words are written on his tombstone, that "a rich possession, but still fairer hopes," lie buried there, we will thankfully remember only the first. It will lead to nothing to guess at what more he might have attained. He did enough; and those must be honoured who have striven and accomplished as he has done.

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Franz Schubert by Antonin Dvorak
요청하신 분이 있어서 원문을 올려 놓습니다. 출전은 1894년의 《The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine VoL. 48》입니다.

Franz Schubert

by Antonin Dvorak [translation by Henry T. Finck]

The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, Vol. XLVIII, No. 3 (July 1894), pp. 341-46.

In less than three years, on January 31, 1897, a century will have elapsed since Franz Schubert was born, and sixty-nine years since he died. He lived only thirty-two years, yet in this short time--or, more accurately, in eighteen years--he wrote more than eleven hundred compositions. This fact, in itself sufficiently astounding, becomes more so when we consider the conditions of his life as described by his biographers--his poverty and privations, from his early years, when we find him suffering from hunger and cold, and unable to buy music-paper to write down his inspirations, to his last year, when typhoid fever ended his career and left his heirs about ten dollars, not enough to pay for his funeral expenses--and no wonder, since even in his last years twenty cents was considered pay enough for some of those songs on which many publishers have since grown rich. Surprise has often been expressed that the Viennese (among whom he lived) and the publishers should not have appreciated him more substantially; yet it is not difficult to find reasons for this in the circumstances of the case. While a pianist or singer may find immediate recognition, a composer, especially if he has so original a message to deliver as Schubert, has to bide his time. We must bear in mind how very young he was when he died. Dr. Hanslick has urged, in defense of the Viennese, that only seven years elapsed between the publication of Schubert's first works and his death, and that during his lifetime he became known chiefly as a song composer; and songs were at that time not sung at public concerts, but only in the domestic circle. Moreover, Rossini on the one hand, and Beethoven on the other, overshadowed the modest young Schubert, and it is significant that Beethoven himself did not discover his genius till the year of his own death. As regards Schubert's orchestral works, we must remember that orchestras were not at that time what they are today. The best Viennese organization, the Gesellschaft der Musikfreunde, found the symphony in C [major] "too long and too difficult" at the rehearsal, and substituted an earlier work. This was in 1828, the year of the composer's death. Ten years later the zealous Schumann discovered the great symphony in C and took it to Leipsic, where the equally enthusiastic Mendelssohn secured for it a noteworthy success. In Vienna, too, it was taken up again in the following year, but only two movements were given, and these were separated by a Donizetti aria! Three years later Habeneck attempted to produce this symphony in Paris, but the band rebelled over the first movement, and the same result followed in London, two years later still, when Mendelssohn put it in rehearsal for a Philharmonic concert. These things seem strange to us, bu they are historic facts, and help to explain why Schubert, with all his melody and spontaneity, made his way so slowly to popular appreciation. He was young, modest, and unknown, and musicians did not hesitate to slight a symphony which they would have felt bound to study, had it borne the name of Beethoven or Mozart.

But his fame has grown steadily from year to year, and will grow greater still in the next century. Rubinstein has, perhaps, gone farther than any one, not only in including Schubert in the list of those he considers the five greatest composers,-- Bach, Beethoven, Schubert, Chopin, Glinka--but in exclaiming, "Once more, and a thousand times more, Bach, Beethoven, and Schubert are the highest summits in music" ("Die Musik und Ihre Meister," p. 50). I am asked whether I approve of this classification. Such questions are difficult to answer. I should follow Rubinstein in including Schubert in the list of the very greatest composers, but I should not follow him in omitting Mozart. Schubert and Mozart have much in common; in both we find the same delicate sense of instrumental coloring, the same spontaneous and irrepressible flow of melody, the same instinctive command of the means of expression, and the same versatility in all the branches of their art. In their amazing fertility, too, they were alike; and herein lay, and still lies, one of the greatest impediments to their popular appreciation. The longer I live the more I become convinced that composers, like authors, mostly follow the impulse of writing too much. There are a few exceptions, like Berlioz and Chopin--not to forget Wagner, who condensed all his genius into ten great, music-dramas. Would it not have been better for their immortality and the perpetual delight of mankind, had Rossini written ten operas instead of forty, Donizetti seven, instead of seventy? Even Bach's magnificent cantatas would have had a better chance of appreciation if there were not quite so many (the first 34 volumes of Bach's collected works contain 160 of them.) At the same time we should be sorry to lose a single one of them.

If we are often amazed at the prevailing ignorance and neglect of many of the great works of the masters, we are at the same time obliged to confess that they themselves are largely to blame: they have given us too much. However, it is easier to give advice than to follow it. There is in creative minds an impulse to write, which it is difficult to curb, and this was especially the case with Schubert, whose genius was like a spring which nothing but exhaustion could stop from flowing. Fortunately, the works of the great masters have at last been made accessible in complete editions; the Schubert collection is just being completed by Breitkopf and Hartel. It contains many gems unknown to the public, or even to the profession; and it now behooves artists and conductors to select from this embarrassing wealth what most deserves revival. Schubert contributed to every form of his art; he was, as I have said, as versatile as Mozart, to whom he bears so many points of resemblance. But in one respect these two masters differ widely. Mozart was greatest in the opera, where Schubert was weakest. Schubert's attempts to exercise his genius and improve his fortunes by writing operas came at an unpropitious moment--a time when Vienna was so Rossini- mad that even Beethoven was discouraged from writing for the stage. It took several rebuffs to discourage Schubert; indeed, though all his attempts failed, he is said to have had further operatic projects at the time of his last illness. He was always unlucky with his librettos, which are, without exception, inadequate. There were other untoward circumstances; yet the chief cause of his failure lay, after all, in the nature of his genius, which was lyrical, and not dramatic, or, at any rate, not theatrical.

When Liszt produced "Alfonso und Estrella" at Weimar in 1854, it had only a success d'estime, and Liszt himself confessed that its performance must be regarded merely as ein Act der Pietat [an act of piety] and an execution of historic justice. He called attention to the strange fact that Schubert, who in his songs contributed such picturesque and expressive accompaniments, should in this opera have assigned to the instruments such a subordinate role that it seemed little more than a pianoforte accompaniment arranged for the orchestra. At the same time, as Liszt very properly adds, Schubert influenced the progress of opera indirectly, by showing in his songs how closely poetry can be wedded to music, and that it can be emotionally intensified by its impassioned accents. Nor must we overlook the fact that there are in these Schubert operas not a few melodies, beautiful as such, which we can enjoy at home or in the concert hall. These melodies were too lyrical in style to save the operas; they lacked also the ornamental brilliancy and theatrical dash which enabled Rossini to succeed temporarily with poor librettos, and with a less genuine dramatic instinct than Schubert has shown in some of his songs, such as the "Erl King" and especially the "Doppelganger," where we come across chords and modulations that affect us like the weird harmonies of Ortrud's scenes in "Lohengrin."

Besides the opera there is only one department of music in which Schubert has not in some of his efforts reached the highest summit of musical achievement. His sacred compositions, although very beautiful from a purely musical point of view, usually lack the true ecclesiastic atmosphere,--a remark which may be applied, in a general way, to Haydn and Mozart, too. To my mind, the three composers who have been most successful in revealing the inmost spirit of religious music are Palestrina, in whom Roman Catholic music attains its climax; Bach, who embodies the Protestant spirit; and Wagner, who has struck the true ecclesiastic chord in the Pilgrims' Chorus of "Tannhauser," and especially in the first and third acts of "Parsifal." Compared with these three masters, other composers appear to have made too many concessions to worldly and purely musical factors--of course, not without exceptions. One of these exceptions is Mozart's "Requiem," especially the "Dies Irae," which moves us as few compositions do, and attunes the soul to reverence and worship.

Such exceptions may also be found among Schubert's sacred compositions. "Miriam's Song of Victory" is a wonderful work, as are some of his masses. In the Psalms, too, he has achieved great things, especially the one for female voices in A-flat major--which is celestial without worldly admixtures. It must not be forgotten, too, that the notion as to what is truly sacred in music may differ somewhat among nations and individuals like the sense of humor. To the Viennese of their time the masses of Haydn, Mozart, and Schubert probably did not seem too gemutlich, as the Germans say--too genial and sentimental. As for Schubert himself, although he was one of the most modest of men, he was thoroughly convinced of the truly devotional character of his church music. We know this from a letter he wrote to his parents in 1825, and in which occurs the following passage: "Surprise was also expressed at my piety, to which I have given expression in a hymn to the Holy Virgin, and which, as it seems, moves every one to devotion. I believe that this comes of the circumstance that I never force myself into a devout attitude, and never compose such hymns or prayers unless I am involuntarily overcome by it; but in that case it usually happens to be the genuine spirit of devotion."

Schubert's chamber music, especially his string quartets and his trios for pianoforte, violin, and violoncello, must be ranked among the very best of their kind in all musical literature. Of the quartets, the one in D minor is, in my opinion, the most original and important, the one in A minor the most fascinating. Schubert does not try to give his chamber music an orchestral character, yet he attains a marvelous variety of beautiful tonal effects. Here, as elsewhere, his flow of melody is spontaneous, incessant, and irrepressible, leading often to excessive diffuseness.--Like Chopin and Rossini, Schubert has frequently shown how a melody may be created which can wonderfully charm us even apart from the harmonic accompaniment which naturally goes with and enriches it. But he was accused by his contemporaries of neglecting polyphony, or the art of interweaving several melodious parts [voices] into a contrapuntal web. This charge, combined with a late study of Handel's scores, induced him shortly before his death to plan a course in counterpoint with Sechter. No doubt his education in counterpoint had been neglected. It is not likely, however, that such study would have materially altered his style. That was too individual from the beginning to undergo much change, for Schubert did not outgrow his early style so noticeably as did Beethoven and Wagner, for example. Besides, Schubert had no real need of contrapuntal study. In his chamber music, as in his symphonies, we often find beautiful specimens of polyphonic writing,--see, for instance, the andantes of the C-major quintet and of the D-minor quartet,--and though his polyphony be different from Bach's or Beethoven's, it is none- the-less admirable. Mendelssohn is undoubtedly a greater master of polyphony than Schubert, yet I prefer Schubert's chamber music to Mendelssohn's.

Of Schubert's symphonies, too, I am such an enthusiastic admirer that I do not hesitate to place him next to Beethoven, far above Mendelssohn, as well as above Schumann. Mendelssohn had some of Mozart's natural instinct for orchestration and gift for form, but much of his work has proved ephemeral. Schumann is at his best in his songs, his chamber music, and his pianoforte pieces. His symphonies, too, are great works, yet they are not always truly orchestral; the form seems to hamper the composer, and the instrumentation is not always satisfactory. This is never the case with Schubert. Although he sometimes wrote carelessly, and often too diffusely, he is never at fault in his means of expression, while mastery of form came to him spontaneously. In originality of harmony and modulation, and in his gift of orchestral coloring, Schubert has had no superior. Dr. Riemann asserts with justice that in their use of harmony both Schumann and Liszt are descendants of Schubert; Brahms, too, whose enthusiasm for Schubert is well known, has perhaps felt his influence; and as for myself, I cordially acknowledge my great obligation to him.

I have just observed that mastery of form came to Schubert spontaneously. This is illustrated by his early symphonies, five of which he wrote before he was twenty, at which, the more I study them, the more I marvel. Although the influence of Haydn and Mozart is apparent in them, Schubert's musical individuality is unmistakable in the character of the melody, in the harmonic progressions, and in many exquisite bits of orchestration. In his later symphonies he becomes more and more individual and original. The influence of Haydn and Mozart, so obvious in his earlier efforts, is gradually eliminated, and with his contemporary, Beethoven, he had less in common from the beginning. He resembles Beethoven, however, in the vigor and melodious flow of his basses; such basses we find already in his early symphonies. His "Unfinished Symphony" and the great one in C are unique contributions to musical literature, absolutely new and original, Schubert in every bar. What is perhaps most characteristic about them is the song-like melody pervading them. He introduced the song into the symphony and made the transfer so skilfully that Schumann was led to speak of the resemblance to the human voice (Aehnlichkeit mit dem Stimmorgan) in these orchestral parts.

Although these two symphonies are by far the best of Schubert's, it is a pity that they alone should be deemed worthy a place on our concert programs. I played the sixth in C major and No. 5 in B[-flat] major a dozen times with my orchestral pupils at the National Conservatory last winter; they shared my pleasure, and recognized at once their great beauty.

It was with great pleasure and feeling of gratitude that I read not long ago of the performance in Berlin of the B[-flat] major symphony by Herr Weingartner, one of the few conductors who have had the courage to put this youthful work on their programs. Schubert's fourth, too, is an admirable composition. It bears the title of "Tragic Symphony," and was written at the age of nineteen, about a year after the "Erl King." It makes one marvel that one so young should have had the power to give utterance to such deep pathos. In the adagio there are chords that strikingly suggest the anguish of Tristan's utterances; nor is this the only place wherein Schubert is prophetic of Wagnerian harmonies. And although partly anticipated by Gluck and Mozart, he was one of the first to make use of an effect to which Wagner and other modern composers owe many of their most beautiful orchestral colors--the employment of the brass, not for noise, but played softly, to secure rich and warm tints. The richness and variety of coloring in the great symphony in C [major] are astounding. It is a work which always fascinates, always remains new. It has the effect of gathering clouds, with constant glimpses of sunshine breaking through them. It illustrates also, like most of Schubert's compositions, the truth of an assertion once made to me by Dr. Hans Richter--that the greatest masters always reveal their genius most unmistakably and most delightfully in their slow movements. Personally, I prefer the Unfinished Symphony even to the one in C; apart from its intrinsic beauty, it avoids the fault of diffuseness. If Schubert's symphonies have a serious fault, it is prolixity; he does not know when to stop; yet, if the repeats are omitted, a course of which I thoroughly approve, and which, indeed, is now generally adopted, they are not too long.

Schubert's case, in fact, is not an exception to, but an illustration of, the general rule that symphonies are made too long. When Bruckner's eighth symphony was produced in Vienna last winter, the Philharmonic Society had to devote a whole concert to it. The experiment has not been repeated anywhere, and there can be no doubt that this symphony would have a better chance of making its way in the world if it were shorter. This remark has a general application. We should return to the symphonic dimensions approved by Haydn and Mozart. In this respect Schumann is a model, especially in his B-flat major and D-minor symphonies; also in his chamber music. Modern taste calls for music that is concise, condensed, and pithy. In Germany, England, and America, Schubert's instrumental works, chamber and orchestral, have long since enjoyed a vogue and popularity which have amply atoned for their neglect at first. As for the French, they have produced two Schubert biographies, but it cannot be said that they have shown the same general sympathy for this master as for some other German composers, or as the English have, thanks largely to the enthusiastic efforts of my esteemed friend, Sir George Grove. It is on record that after Habeneck had made an unsuccessful effort (his musicians rebelled at the rehearsal) to produce the great symphony in C [major] at a Conservatoire concert, no further attempt was made with Schubert's orchestral compositions at these concerts for forty years. This may help to explain the extraordinary opinion of the eminent French critic, Fetis, that Schubert is less original in his instrumental works than in his songs, the popularity of which, too, he declared to be largely a matter of fashion! The latter insinuation is of course too absurd to call for comment today, but as regards the first part of his criticism I do not hesitate to say that, greatly as I esteem Schubert's songs, I value his instrumental works even more highly. Were all of his compositions to be destroyed but two, I should say, save the last two symphonies.

Fortunately we are not confronted by any such necessity. The loss of Schubert's piano-forte pieces and songs would indeed be irreparable. For although much of their spirit and substance has passed into the works of his imitators and legitimate followers, the originals have never been equaled in their way. In most of his works Schubert is unique in melody, rhythm, modulation, and orchestration, but from a formal point of view he is most original in his songs and his short pieces for piano. In his symphonies, chamber music, operas and sacred compositions, he follows classical models; but in the Lied [song], the "Musical Moment," the "Impromptu," he is romanticist in every fiber. Yet he wrote no fewer than twenty- four sonatas for pianoforte, two or four hands, in which he follows classical models, and we can trace the influence of Beethoven's style even in the three which he wrote in the last year of his life. This seems strange at first when we consider that in the Lied and the short pianoforte pieces he betrayed no such influence even in his earliest days. The "Erl King" and "The Wanderer," written when he was eighteen and nineteen respectively, are Schubert in every bar, whereas the piano sonatas and symphonies of this period are much more imitative, less individual. One reason for this, doubtless, is that just as it is easier to write a short lyric poem than a long epic, so it is easier for a young composer to be original in short forms than in the more elaborate sonata and symphony; and we must remember that Schubert died at thirty-one.

But there was another reason. The tendency of the romantic school has been toward short forms, and although Weber helped to show the way, to Schubert belongs the chief credit of originating the short models of piano-forte pieces which the romantic school has preferably cultivated. His "Musical Moments" are unique, and it may be said that in the third "Impromptu" (Op. 90) lie the germs of the whole of Mendelssohn's "Songs without Words." Schumann has remarked that Schubert's style is more idiomatically pianistic (claviermassig) than Beethoven's, and this is perhaps true of these short pieces. Yet it can hardly be said that either Schubert or Schumann was in this respect equal to Bach or Chopin, who of all composers have written the most idiomatically for the piano. I cannot agree with Schumann in his rather depreciatory notice of Schubert's last sonatas (he speaks of "greater simplicity of invention," "a voluntary dispensing with brilliant novelty," and connects this with Schubert's last illness). I would not say that Schubert is at his best in these sonatas as a whole, but I have a great admiration for parts of them, especially for the last one in B-flat [major] with the exquisite andante in C-sharp minor. Taking them all in all, I do not know but that I prefer his sonatas even to his short pieces for the piano. Yet they are never played at concerts! Just as the "Impromptus" and "Musical Moments" were the source of the large crop of romantic short pieces, so Schubert's charming waltzes were the predecessors of the Lanner and Strauss dances on the one hand, and of Chopin's waltzes on the other. There is an astounding number of these Schubert dance pieces; they are charming as originally written, and Liszt has given some of them a brilliant setting for the concert hall. In this humble sphere, as in the more exalted ones we have discussed, historians have hardly given Schubert full credit for his originality and influence.

In Schubert's pianoforte music, perhaps even more than in his other compositions, we find a Slavic trait which he was the first to introduce prominently into art-music, namely, the quaint alternation of major and minor within the same period. Nor is this the only Slavic or Hungarian trait to be found in his music. During his residence in Hungary, he assimilated national melodies and rhythmic peculiarities, and embodied them in his art, thus becoming the forerunner of Liszt, Brahms, and others who have made Hungarian melodies an integral part of European concert music. From the rich stores of Slavic folk-music, in its Hungarian, Russian, Bohemian, and Polish varieties, the composers of today have derived, and will continue to derive, much that is charming and novel in their music. Nor is there anything objectionable in this, for if the poet and the painter base much of their best art on national legends, songs, and traditions, why should not the musician? And to Schubert will belong the honor of having been one of the first to show the way.

Perhaps the luckiest accident in Schubert's life was his acquaintance and friendship with the famous tenor Vogl. This was brought about deliberately by his friends, in order to secure for his songs the advantage of that singer's artistic interpretations. Vogl at first pretended to be "tired of music," and showed some indifference to his modest young accompanist's songs; but this was soon changed to interest, followed by genuine enthusiasm. Thus it came about that these songs were gradually made familiar in Viennese social circles. Schubert himself sang, though only with a "composer's voice"; but he must have been an admirable accompanist. In a letter to his parents he says: "I am assured by some that under my fingers the keys are changed to singing voices, which, if true, would please me greatly." This, written only three years before his death, illustrates his great modesty. In some recently published reminiscences by Josef von Spaun, it is related how, when Vogl and Schubert performed together at soirees in Vienna, the ladies would crowd about the tenor, lionizing him and entirely ignoring the composer. But Schubert, instead of feeling annoyed or jealous, was actually pleased. Adoration embarrassed him, and he is known to have dodged it once by escaping secretly by the back door.

Little did the Viennese dream that the songs thus interpreted for them by Schubert and Vogl would create a new era in music. In the Lied or lyric song, not only is Schubert the first in point of time, but no one has ever surpassed him. Haydn, Mozart, and Beethoven did indeed write a few songs, but merely by the way, and without revealing much of their genius or individuality in them. But Schubert created a new epoch with the Lied, as Bach did with the piano, and Haydn with the orchestra. All other song writers have followed in his footsteps, all are his pupils, and it is to his rich treasure of songs that we owe, as a heritage, the beautiful songs of such masters as Schumann, Franz, and Brahms. To my taste the best songs written since Schubert are the "Magelonen-Lieder" of Brahms; but I agree with the remark once made to me by the critic Ehlert that Franz attained the highest perfection of all in making poetry and music equivalent in his songs.

In the best of Schubert's songs we find the same equivalence of poem and music, and it was lucky that Vogl was an artist who, as Spaun says, "sang in a way as to interest his hearers not only in the music, but also in the poem," which so few singers do. In the absence of singers who could imitate Vogl in this respect, Liszt was justified in arranging these songs for the pianoforte, whereby he greatly accelerated their popularity. To hear the real Schubert, however, we must have the voice, and the poem, too, so that we may note how closely the poem and the music are amalgamated, and how admirably the melodic accent coincides with the poetic. In this respect, Schubert marks a great advance over his predecessors. He was almost as averse to word-repetitions as Wagner, whom he also resembles in the powerful emotional effects he produces by his modulations, especially in his later songs. Schubert's melodic fount flowed so freely that he sometimes squandered good music on a poor text, as is shown in his operas and in some of his songs. Usually, however, the best poems evoked the best music from his creative fancy. His fertility is amazing. It is known that he composed as many as eight songs in one day, and ninety-nine in one year (1816), while the whole number of his songs exceeds six hundred. The best of these songs are now so universally known, and have been so much discussed that it is difficult to offer any new comment on them. There is only one more point to which attention may be called here-- Schubert's power of surrounding us with the poetic atmosphere of his subject with the very first bars of his Lieder [songs]. For such a stroke of genius recall his song "Der Leiermann," the pathetic story of the poor hurdy-gurdy player whose plate is always empty, and for whose woes Schubert wins our sympathy by his sad music--by that plaintive, monotonous figure which pervades the accompaniment from beginning to end, bringing the whole scene vividly before our eyes and keeping it there to the end. Before Schubert no song writer had conceived such an effect; after he had shown the way others eagerly followed in his footsteps.

Antonin Dvorak
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