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A rocky eminence. Waterless region. Cheerless view. A race of Salamanders. Circles of fire. Wallaby and pigeons. Wallaby traps. Return to depot. Water diminishing. Glen Edith. Mark trees. The tarn of Auber. Landmarks to it. Seeds sown. Everything in miniature. Journey south. Desert oaks. A better region. Kangaroos and emus. Desert again. A creek channel. Water by scratching. Find more.
"They treated me so abominably I vowed that I would never set foot in Paris again, and although they have offered me every possible inducement I have always refused." "What a pity!" I exclaimed. "Would you not like to see the Exposition in Paris next year? I think it might interest you." "Yes, that might interest me; but Paris! Paris!" "Do you know Auber?" I asked. "Auber.
He told us that his first ones were so bad that he had given them to the Conservatoire pour encourager les commencants. Breakfast had long since finished; but dear old Auber rambled on, and Mademoiselle and I sat listening. He said he was going to leave all his music to me in his will.
At length he heard himself, and glancing at the belfry, smiled a little. "It is a pretty tune," he said, "and it always made me sorry for poor Fra Diavolo. Auber himself confessed to me that he had made it sad and put the hermitage bell to go with it because he too was grieved at having to kill his villain, and wanted him to die, if possible, in a religious frame of mind.
I wondered where the butler had found flowers and fruit and ecrevisses. Mademoiselle and I ate with an astounding appetite; but Auber, who had not eaten a dejeuner for thirty years, contented himself with talking. And talk he did, like a person hungry and thirsty to talk. He told us about Scribe, for whom he had an unlimited admiration.
The Empress caught at the idea directly, and the decree went out that there should be a concert tomorrow evening; not mere desultory singing, but singers and songs in regular order. Auber said he was sorry he could not be there to applaud us. He accompanied us when we went to our rooms, and then he had no idea how to find his own.
All Scheveningen and the Hague, the village and the capital, had streamed out on to the terrace, amusing themselves at innumerable tables, and swamping the strangers and the bathers. The orchestra played some Wagner, some Auber, and some waltzes. What was all the world doing? Simply enjoying life. A thousand thoughts wandered through my brain.
The rippling and glittering gayety of Rossini, the sweet and tender melody of Bellini, the sparkle of Auber, the romantic pathos of Donizetti, the brilliant melodramatic strain of Verdi none who have felt the spell will deny the enchantment. But tempora mutantur; one age with its spirit and taste succeeds another.
Daniel François Esprit Auber, one of the most prominent representatives of the opera comique, was born at Caen, in Normandy, Jan. 29, 1784. He first attracted attention in the musical world by his songs and ballads, written when a mere boy.
In later years I was able to assure Auber, whom I often met over an ice in Tortoni's cafe in Paris, that in his Lestocq I had been able to render the part of the mutinous soldiery, when seduced into conspiracy, with an absolutely full number of voices, a fact for which he thanked me with astonishment and delight.
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