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Updated: May 21, 2025
And also there's a little star So white, a virgin's it must be; Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven Hangs out to light the way for me. Song, THEOPHILE MARZIALS. In this corner of Bourcelles the houses lie huddled together with an air of something shamefaced; they dare not look straight at the mountains or at the lake; they turn their eyes away even from the orchards at the back.
There, too, was Theo Marzials, poet and eccentric, and Charles Colnaghi, the hero of a hundred tea-fights, and young Brookfield, the comedian, and many another good fellow. My Lord of Dudley, the virtuoso, came there, leaning for support upon the arm of his fair young wife.
But this is not the end of Mozart's opera as he wrote it, as readers of this book have been told. This prologue of "Mefistofele" plays in heaven. "In the heavens," says Theodore Marzials, the English translator of Boito's opera, out of deference to the religious sensibilities of the English people, to spare which he also changes "God" into "sprites," "spirits," "powers of good," and "angels."
"Yes, I like that." "And for a second," he spun round on his stool, "what do you say to a duet?" His candid blue eyes twinkled at her. "A duet!" she exclaimed in genuine surprise. "Do you sing, Mr. McEwan?" "Once in a while," and, soft pedal down, he played a few bars of Marzials' "My True Love Hath My Heart," humming the words in an easy barytone. "Oh, what fun!" exclaimed Mary. "I love that."
Such opportunities as were presented to English musicians, during the latter part of the last century, of hearing their works sung upon the stage were principally due to his efforts. It is founded upon Victor Hugo's 'Notre Dame, and the libretto was written by T. Marzials and A. Randegger.
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