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Updated: September 23, 2025
It is a pattern, its beauty lies in its obedience to a law, it is music made for music's sake, with what might be called a more exclusive devotion to art than that of our modern musician.
Then beneath a great canopy upborne by the four elder fishers of the island, vested in gowns of "samite, mystic, wonderful" somewhat like a doctor of music's gown in our unpoetic land comes the Madonna herself, "La Madonna di Carmela," with a crown of gold on her head and a silver fish dangling from her fingers.
Nothing shocked her except Henry's ignorance of all the most interesting things in the world. 'Well, what do you think of a French "revue," my son? asked Tom when he returned with Loulou. 'Don't know, said Henry, with his gibus tipped a little backward. 'Haven't seen it. We've been talking. The music's a fearful din. He felt nearly as Parisian as Tom looked.
Then Emilia had to hit his sense of humour by giving the words as they came in the run of the song. "You make me crow, or I croak," she said. "The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse," cried Tracy. "Music's the vine, verse the tree." Emilia meditated.
I see a world at peace, adorned with every form of art, with music's myriad voices thrilled, while lips are rich with words of love and truth; a world in which no exile sighs, no prisoner mourns; a world on which the gibbet's shadow does not fall; a world where labor reaps its full reward, where work and worth go hand in hand, where the poor girl trying to win bread with the needle the needle that has been called "the asp for the breast of the poor" is not driven to the desperate choice of crime or death, of suicide or shame.
"I hardly know myself," she faltered, and went hastily to her room; but she soon came down again, looking very resolute. "Emily," said Mr. Yocomb, "since thee and mother doesn't think music's wicked, I have a wonderful desire to hear thee sing again, 'Tell me the Old, Old Story, as thee did on the night of the storm." In spite of her brave eyes and braver will, her lip trembled.
When breakfast was over, the invalid Miss Julia established herself on the sofa with a novel. Her father retired to the other end of the house, and profaned the art of music on music's most expressive instrument. Left with Emily, Cecilia, and Francine, Mirabel made one of his happy suggestions. "We are thrown on our own resources," he said.
At the Kreuz Kirche in Dresden, at the great Dom church in Berlin at Easter time, for the asking you may have the oil and wine of music's Good Samaritan poured upon the wounds of those sore-pressed travellers, your hopes and ideals, your dreams and ambitions, that have fallen among thieves, on the long, long way from Jericho to Jerusalem.
All this is the incidental music of the highways and byways, but as a perennial stimulant for the emotions we call for Music's aid in many circumstances.
Such "rot" sense hisses. I'd just as soon believe the Theban walls Were twangled into place by young Amphion. Bah! Minds made sane by Music's scrapes and squalls? Not mine, though the lyre-thrumber were Arion. Drums, trumpets, fiddles, organs all are bad. And vocal fireworks are far worse than vanity. Stop, though! I'm sane, and they just drive me mad; So Music may drive idiots into sanity! Algy.
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