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once decorated with the hanging bodies and we went in to poke around among of the arch-conspirators as a warning to old furniture, andirons, books, trinkets, possible sympathizers, still overhangs and unclassifiable junk. A young giant, the Loire. The guide points out the more like a farmer than a shopkeeper, spot on the terrace where the scaffold answered our queries and made suggesstood, and the window where Catherine tions, till M'dame found a delightfully achieved her most unpardonable cruelty. battered pewter inkstand and a little . There she kept that gentle pair of lovers, history of Marie Antoinette with quaint her son Francis II. and Mary Queen of engravings. M'sieur, meanwhile, gloated Scots, at her side while the brave Hugue- over an Elzevir edition of Thomas à nots mounted the scaffold with a psalm Kempis for the ridiculous price of ten on their lips. We shuddered at the re- francs. We coveted a chair (* It would membrance, then turned again to the roses go so beautifully with our desk"), a toilet and the glorious valley of the Loire. case (“Mais, oui, m’dame, of the Em
We left the château with reluctance pire ”), and a fan (“ If we were only sure and wandered through the streets of the it was real tortoise-shell ”), but town below. The windows of a dusty, restrained our eagerness and beat a musty old curiosity shop attracted us, valorous retreat to the hotel and déjeuner.
A TENEMENT ROOM
BY JAMES OPPENHEIM
As a nest where the rooks bow down the branches, deep in the shattered
street, this roomBlack is the way and broken the steps that climb through the filthy gloom Six dark strata of Souls lift up from the torrent of Souls that sweeps the
street; The atmosphere is of human breathing; the noise, of vast hearts' beat !
As a lamp in the Deeps, the storm-deeps rolling, this room is a flame in the
human storm, And I sit me down with Father and Mother and Children-cheery and
warm ! Under, far under, stupendous and still, the Earth rolls on with the million
suns ; Over, far over, stampeded through space, the herd of the wild stars runs.
Under, but near, O near, touch-near, the roaring sea of Humanity rolls,
Souls, these forms-
And I belong here by right of birth-I am even as these, I am one with
these How well their words and their glances and touch-each Aush that flickers
and fleesAre doors to their Souls where I enter in, and live five lives in place of one, Are gates of common Man where we mingle like five blent rays of the sun !
() People! O human, human beings ! I thank my stars that I too am
human ! That I may share the up-struggle of the World with you, () Man, O Woman ! That I may taste your miraculous glories of Love and Gladness-deepest,
of Pain ! That I may be of your shining faces in the World-rush, the Labor and
That I may feel the lift and the thrill of hands that lock and of lips that
meet, That I may sit in a little warm room with souls and hearts repleteThat I may know, beyond grandeur of Earth, () Man, even here in the
pitiful gloom Of these shattered walls, God's grandeur sweeps, yea, in a little room !
THE STORY OF A NOVEL SOCIAL SETTLEMENT
BY THOMAS TAPPER
Owing perhaps to the influence of the rebellion of the Puritans against what they believed to be the malign influence of æsthetic beauty in a world of sin, we are only just beginning to recognize in this country the educational and civilizing function of the arts. Music is the last of the arts to feel this new forward impulse. As recently as thirty years ago in New York, then as now the metropolis of the Western world, the boy or man with a taste for music had a hard struggle. It was well enough for girls to study music, but the boy who wished to devote himself to the piano or to the violin or to the cultivation of his voice was considered guilty of abnormal weakness. When Theodore Thomas began his career in this city, he played in a modest German garden which the "solid citizens," with a few heroic exceptions, looked upon askance. In the last twenty five years there has been a marked improvement in the attitude of the public towards music in a scheme of education; and yet to-day it is not an uncommon thing to find university men who boast, with some degree of complacency, of their inability to tell“ Yankee Doodle ” from “God Save the King,' and this inability is somehow or other accepted as a mark of great intellectual development. There are, to be sure, some university men who cannot spell accurately or who are unable to distinguish the seven table from the eight table in multiplication, but they do not boast of it. The truth is that the man of well-rounded education ought to know something about music just as he is supposed to know something about literature and the pictorial and plastic arts. He may not know how to write a book, but he ought to be able to distinguish between Laura Jean Libbey and Robert Louis Stevenson; he may not wish to paint a picture, but he ought to know why the Coney Island artist who does your portrait with colored chalk and both hands in three minutes is really not an artist; he need not play the violin or the piano, and perhaps wisely does not sing, but he ought to be able to discriminate somewhat intelligently between Schumann and Philip Sousa. Every serious attempt, therefore, which is made to develop and direct a sound and discriminating musical taste in this country, and a respect as well as a love for music, deserves public recognition. It is for this reason that we have asked Mr. Thomas Tapper, the Director of the Music School Settlement, to describe that remarkable institution to our readers. It was established in November, 1894, and is now an incorporated organization, of which Mrs. Howard Mansfield is President, Mrs. George L. Nichols Treasurer, and Miss Eleanor Crawford Head Worker. The address of the School is 55 East Third Street, New York. No visitor to the School can fail to be impressed with the fact that it is exerting not merely an æsthetic but an ethical influence upon the community in which it is situated-an influence all the more profound because it is that which comes from the daily intercourse of teachers and students who have a common enthusiasm for a noble art.-THE EDITORS.
T is three o'clock, and the children plans. She is two hours and fifteen
are hurrying through the basement minutes ahead of her schedule. This is
door to the desk where, for a few not required of her, but it is an asset on cents, they procure the ticket in exchange which she has reckoned. If it be cold for which they receive a lesson.
and stormy without, she knows that she The attendant inquires of the young is at liberty to spend the time in the. girl who is nearest :
School, where it is warm, homelike, and “ When do you have your lesson, attractive. No rules restrict her actions, Lena ?"
save the one which demands quiet in "Quarter past five, please."
order that no disturbance may reach the Lena receives her ticket, deposits it in teaching rooms. If it be summer-time, a safe place, and proceeds to make her Lena makes her way to the back yard
(not quite 20 x 50), which possesses a the plain, may be so easily and so dreadbrilliant red swing, and a patch of blue fully scattered. And they learn to climb, sky overhead. Here Lena's liberty is a step or two gained now and then, unrestricted, and neither she nor her until one day we hope they may in turn brothers have ever abused it even so far dictate to the confusion of life below as to disturb the fringe of plants that them as the Knabe' vom Berge did, saystruggle for life between the concrete ing, “Lasst meines Vaters Haus in Ruh!” and the fence.
Now it is noon, the rehearsal is over, At a quarter past five Lena reports to and the children surround the Conductor her teacher and performs her lesson. and direct to him a happy word or a serious The time is spent earnestly, and the work inquiry. Meanwhile you begin your tour accomplished is genuine in every sense. of observation to the teaching-rooms, It is at once businesslike and artistic. the violin “store,” the library, the front How the lesson has been studied, wherein parlor office; and in the progress of it gives evidence of insufficient thoughtyour journey upstairs, downstairs, and in what must be done to assure better re- the little chambers you hear this story. sults for the coming week, and how more There are in regular attendance at the systematic habits may be cultivated to Music School Settlement about three attain a finer artistic conception, all this hundred and saventy-five children, from gives her an abundance of suggestion, six to seventeen years of age. In the which, whether she ever becomes a musi- past school year they received collectcian or not, has lasting value.
ively thirty thousand lessons. The facBut Lena's responsibility does not end ulty numbers thirty-two members, and with the lesson. Should you visit the the courses of study include stringed School on the following Sunday morning, instruments, piano, harmony, voice, and you will see her hastening, violin-case in ensemble music. To this there are now hand, to report at ten o'clock. Forty to be added organ, wood-wind instruothers of her kind are assembled there. ments, history of education, English The usual confusion incident to the language and literature, and the followgathering of an orchestra and its prepa- ing technical courses: music type setting, ration for performance greets you as you music plate engraving, construction and enter. But in a moment quiet reigns and repair of musical instruments, and piano all are in place ready to begin.
tuning. You sit with the group of visitors, along One who has never visited the School the wall, or on the stairs, or in the little may ask, "Is it necessary to provide hallway. Under the guidance of Mr. music instruction to the children of the David Mannes, the Conductor of the or- East Side ?" chestra, you hear, in order, a Handel Con- The most convincing reply to this certo, a Mozart and a Beethoven Quar- question is found in the support the tet. The programme amazes you, but School receives irom the people for whom not less than the performance of it. The it exists. They not only tax it to its children are playing classic music well, capacity, but there is always a waiting and in a reverent spirit. It is particu- list. The people want music in the larly with the spirit that the Conductor home, and here for a very few cents they impresses both you and them. Under his
may procure it.
The neighborhood parquietly given direction, tone, phrasing, ticipates in the school life to an uncomand interpretation are building a new mon degree. One evening per week is and a fairer creation. The beauty of devoted to a public concert when the the music comes forth from the instru- children or visiting artists play. In a ments (many of which cost as little as room that seats an orchestra of forty three dollars) as Aphrodite rose from the comfortably, a hundred or more people mystic sea. The Conductor reminds you crowd in to listen. of the line in Uhland's poem,“ Der Berg, Our pupils naturally fall into three der ist mein Eigenthum,” whereon he, classes: (1) Those who love music and standing, calls up to him these little ones study it as far as their time and circumof many tribes, who, down in the city of stances permit. This type is illustrated