Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 14, 2025
Pepusch offered me any intelligence or assistance from his ancient collections of music, for a history of that art and its professors in England; and as to dramatic affairs, he notes that the Queen's set of Plays had at first been thought too dear; but after Mrs.
Arne were to be with him at nine o'clock. They go in; Pepusch arrives punctually at the stroke of nine; presently there is a knock, the door is opened, and Handel unexpectedly presents himself. Then follows the scene: "Handel: 'Vat! mein dear friend Hardgasdle vat! you are merry py dimes! Vat! and Misder Golley Cibbers too! ay, and Togder Peepbush as veil! Vell, dat is gomigal.
Hardgasdle; but it shall be all the fault wid himself, if it shall be but in print, whether I was rowed by one votdermans or by two votdermans. So, Togder Peepbush, you will blease to excuse me from dat. "Poor Dr. Pepusch was for a moment disconcerted, but it was soon forgotten in the first dish of coffee.
She sang the pathetic old air much better fitted to the words than the so-called Irish melody of a later date with delightful artlessness. "What think you, doctor?" whispered Gay to Pepusch. "Can you see her as Polly not Peggy mind ye I'm fixed on Polly Peachum." "De girl ver goot voice has. But dat one song it tell me noting. Can she Haendel sing?"
Greene, both names well known in English music. Pepusch had had the leading place, before Handel's arrival, as organist and conductor, and made a distinct place for himself even after the sun of Handel had obscured all of his contemporaries. He wrote the music of the "Beggar's Opera," which was the great sensation of the times, and which still keeps possession of the stage.
"You did very well, child," said he encouragingly. "But I want you to do better. Dr. Pepusch will play the music for these verses on the harpsichord. You must listen closely to the melody and take particular note of the way he plays it. Then you will sing it. Here are the words and the music. Study them while the doctor plays." Lavinia looked at both in something like dismay.
For the moment the discussion was too absorbing for anyone of the four to pay attention to the man. "Mr. Rich no high opinion has of either music or musicians," said one of the disputants, a lean, dried-up looking man who spoke with a strong guttural accent. This was Dr. Pepusch, musical director at John Rich's theatre, the "Duke's," Portugal Street, Lincoln's Inn Fields. "Dr.
Lavinia whispered to Gay. "Anything you like, my child, so long as you acquit yourself to Dr. Pepusch's satisfaction." "But I would love to have your choice too. What of 'My Lodging is on the Cold Ground? My music master told me this was the song that made King Charles fall in love with Mistress Moll Davies. So I learned it." "Odso. Of course you did. Then let old Pepusch look out.
If you would retain your pretty head on your shoulders keep your treason to yourself," laughed Gay. "But I confess I like the Germans no more than you do. Yet there are exceptions. Pepusch has made his home here his country turned him out and there's clever Mr. Handel. The English know more about his music than do his countrymen.
Pepusch takes his turn at the harpsichord; another trio of Hasse, or a solo on the violin by Bannister; a selection on the organ from Mr. Handel's new oratorio; and then the day's programme is over.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking