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52 In the Black Forest. with age. Streets of deserted ruins, perfect wrecks they looked, neither light nor sound to be seen or heard. Evidently the people of Schonau were early folk. On returning to the inn, the landlord said it was the night on which their musical club assembled. He was afraid the sweet sounds might nevertheless prove a discordant element to slumbers, as they might be kept up rather late. My room was just over the music room—should he put me a floor higher? But in this primitive place surely all sounds, musical or otherwise, would cease by eleven o’clock, and I decided to stay where I was. I had reckoned without my host. ‘The moments passed, but not - a — z= EE ' \ \ " i 1 i ' i . ’ \ ‘ TAN ern Wl NIY\\ Gf, pfs we Ki u), WAN RG iy; : = me ‘ Wy rx. ‘"p f ' ho s N) f i z \ LAU HAN ; : wow? \\\b F ACN Wi INARA) AN qT eR IWAN SS y \ AK \ ANN ———— = SA ee tt Wee tes Ne22 te — = — a4 4F ts Yu | ° . * . oF 284 ee ys = 2 —— . rt TU! sa \\\h wnt \\ \ \ ty, } a ey ae ee * ’ \ } Are ‘ (Se: . $ WEHRATHAL, ay A ae | / | ee /, PA af the music. ‘To do them justice, it was an excellent performance. The president, who alone touched the piano, went through some of Wagner’s most difficult compositions with the skill of a master. When not playing a solo, he was accompanying the others in part- songs, well sung, certainly, but putting an end to all repose. If I could by any possibility have hated music it would have been that night. Most devoutly I wished that St. Cecilia, reversing the order of things, would strike the lyre and draw all these angels upwards. Until between two and three in the morning the performance never ceased. Then the piano was shut down with a determined hand, and the ‘‘ Gesellschaft ” drifted out into the night. J saw them file off in ones, like a string of musical turkeys—for I had long since sought my window in despair, and watched for St. Cecilia amongst the stars. The house was left to peace and quietness. But CORNICE OOO KS Cc (0)