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Living of the present hour, they lost a little of their ephemeral personality to attach themselves better to the dead lying under the slabs and to continue them more exactly, to form with them and their future descendants only one of these resisting entireties, of almost infinite duration, which is called a race. "Ite missa est!" The high mass is finished and the antique church is emptying.
She expressed her pleasure in the knowledge, and then proposed to surprise the Emperor at the principal meal, about midnight, with Jacob Hobrecht's Missa Graecorum, whose magnificent profundity his Majesty especially admired. Gombert forced himself to keep silence, but the significant smile on his delicate, beardless lips betrayed what he thought of this selection.
Stephenson was busy practising with his locomotive, the Missa might have been a respectable ship, but her engines had been replaced so many times by others more pernicious and evil-smelling, and new boards had been nailed so frequently and promiscuously about the hull, that she resembled nothing so much as an aged female of indifferent repute decked in juvenile and unseemly clothes; and her conduct matched her looks.
When I say that I do not know what happened to the box, you will please understand that " "Here comes Digger Dan now, carrying something." "No Indian ever carried anything in baskets slung on a pole!" "Hel-lo, Missie Jo, how you do?" blandly remarked Digger Dan's double. "Hop Sing!" "Ketchem Missa Land's money, nis bas-a-kit." "What's in the other one. Makern heap easy carry-em."
"His head turn wid de scare, probumbly," soliloquized Primus, loud enough to be heard by the captive. "I curus to larn how you fall in. Ebberybody know dis hole, Missa Basset." "Haul me out, and I'll let you know."
She said no word, nor did I, till we were come above stairs. We found the rooms on the main floor deserted by all save the blacks, who were clearing away the debris of the feast of leave-taking. In the hall we came upon old Anthony, putting on the chain of the outer door. Here my lady drew apart from me. "Is my Lord gone?" she asked. "Yis, Missa.
I received in reply a letter saying 'that the publishers had not yet decided to issue the Ninth Symphony for the piano, but that they would gladly keep my laborious work, and offered me remuneration in the shape of the score of the great Missa Solemnis in D, which I accepted with great pleasure.
"No, mass', ne'er a one. Golly, mass'! 'Rore she near white as missa 'Genie all de rest be black, or leas'wise yeller! 'Rore she quaderoom, yeller folks all mulatto no kin to 'Rore no." I was perplexed and puzzled. My former doubts came crowding back upon me. My jealousy returned. Scipio could not clear up the mystery.
Thereupon the monk went through this said service for her, as it is sung on great feast days, with all the grand effects used in monasteries, the psalms well chanted in f major, the flaming tapers, and the choristers, and explained to her the Introit, and also the ite missa est, and departed, leaving her so sanctified that the wrath of heaven would have great difficulty in discovering any portion of the girl that was not thoroughly monasticated.
And yet how can we tell? Perhaps Beethoven, too, suffered similar anguish in the sad days that followed 1815, before the last sonatas, the Missa Solemnis, and the Ninth Symphony had awaked to life in him. In March, 1895, Wolf lived once more, and in three months had written the piano score of Corregidor. For many years he had been attracted towards the stage, and especially towards light opera.
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