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Updated: June 23, 2025
Beatrice glanced round and saw him, then, with a quick stamp of her foot, went on giving the time. The children sung lustily, and in front of them stood Beatrice, dressed in simple white, her graceful form swaying as she marked the music's time.
There was in her something subtle and fierce; yet overlaying it, like a smooth and silken skin, were the conventional polish and bearing of an American school graduate. She was, in deed, noticeably artificial and self-conscious in manner and in the intonations of her speech; though it was an aesthetic delight to see her move or pose, and the quality of her voice was music's self.
The very beauty of a tune is in its reference to something beyond all expression, and in its perfection it speaks of a perfection not its own. Pater said that all art tries to attain to the condition of music. That is true in a sense different from what he meant. Art is always most completely art when it makes music's confession of the ineffable; then it comes nearest to the beauty of music.
"The slow, peaceful, sad sort of thing." "This?" And he whistled a few bars. I nodded. "I made it up as I went along," he said; "music's like a language. When a man's heard a lot of the words and the idioms he can make a bluff at talking it; but I can only speak a few words. I've only got a child's vocabulary.
And he rushed out of the office. "And bring her back to us!" cried the commisary gaily ... "Ah, that's a trick worth two of the Angel of Music's!" And, turning to his audience, M. Mifroid delivered a little lecture on police methods.
Music's highest dignity is, no doubt, reached when it is self-sufficient, when its powers are exerted upon its own creations, entirely without dependence upon predetermined emotions calling for illustration, and when the interest of the composition as well as the material is conveyed exclusively in terms of music.
Lovest thou music? hast loved? or been beloved? or both perchance? Steal forth when night holds her starry court, and the guitars around are tinkling, as more than one rich voice deplores his mistress's cruelty, in hopes she may now relent. But see! there is one, who puts in requisition neither music's spell, nor flattery's lay. See! he approaches.
Do they delve into the earth for precious metals? Do they sow the seed and harvest the grain? No, no; they are drones the barnacles of society." "Father, how can you advance such an argument? Music's votaries offer no apologies for their art.
The old words sounded in his ears like the ending of a chant, and he heard the music's close. Once only in his weary hapless life, once the world had passed away, and he had known her, the dear, dear Annie, the symbol of all mystic womanhood. The heaviness of languor still oppressed him, holding him back amongst these old memories, so that he could not stir from his place.
The General catered, too, to the amusement of his troops, and the brasses of the band broke the icy stillness of the great hills continually. "Music's the thing," he cried, many years later, "and when we got to the top we had the most original roof-garden you ever saw.
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