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Updated: June 11, 2025
He shook his head heavily. "Fourth, he is running away to Hamburg to listen always to Hamburg, to listen to Reinken, and coming back to be forgiven. Ja, ja! Seven times I have forgiven him. I think he is making ready now to go once more!" He glared at his companion. Bohm nodded slowly. "I was to ask you for that to-day," he said, smiling. "Ja! ja I have thought so."
He had only this " He held up the lute again. "Only this and his mill. But he made the greatest music of his time. While you thirty of you this day at the best organs in Germany.... And Reinken defies you.... Reinken!" His lighted eye ran along the crowd. "Before the next festival, shall there be one who will meet him?" There was no response. The Bachs looked into their beer-mugs.
"Very softly," said Erdman, as if seeing the picture of the boy and the darkened room. "Very softly," assented Sebastian, "so that no one should hear. And now I have them all!" He spoke exultingly. "And next month I shall see Reinken.... I shall hear him play!" The other stared at him. "But Reinken is at Hamburg," he said at last. "And that, too, is so," said Sebastian smiling.
They looked at one another with lifted brows. Reinken's choral! and played with Reinken's very touch a gentle, hurrying rhythm ... as Reinken used to play it when he was young.... In a moment they understood. Tears stood in bewildered eyes and a look of sweet good-will swept the church. He had given back to them their own.
"You know the man who played it," he said significantly, "old Veit Bach " Cheers broke from the crowd. He stopped them sternly. "Do you think if he were alive if Veit Bach were alive, would Reinken, of Hamburg, dare challenge him in open festival?" Cries of "Nein, nein!" and "Ja, ja!" came back from the benches. "Ja, ja! Nein, nein!" snarled back the little man. "You know that he would not.
"It will please the old organist," he added apologetically. Bach nodded his head. "I had thought of that." The other stared. "You know Reinken?" he asked. The great organist shook his head. "I have seen him." The humorous smile played about his lips. "I have never spoken with him." "He has been a great player in his day," said the choirmaster. The note of apology in his voice had deepened.
And Uncle Heinrich on the platform, strutting proudly back and forth, conducting the choral his own choral forgot his anger and forgot Reinken, and forgot everything except the Bachs playing there before him playing as only the Bachs, the united Bachs, could play in all Germany or in all the world. The two boys had come to a turn in the road, and stood looking back over the way they had come.
"There shall come of the Bachs one so great that all others shall fade. He only shall be known as Bach he and his sons; and before him the name of Reinken shall be as dust!" With a hiss upon the last word, he threw open his arms. "Come!" he said, "take your instrument and play."
Here he entered the gymnasium, studying Greek and Latin, organ-and violin-playing. Here, too, he exhausted the treasures of the musical library. But at Hamburg the great Reinken was giving a series of organ recitals. Thither young Bach repaired. At Celle he became acquainted with several suites and other compositions of celebrated French masters.
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