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THE NEW YORK

PUBLIC LIBRARY

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ASTOR, LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS

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1935

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Tompkins & Floyd, Printers; 70 Bowery.

PREFACE.

Ar the request of the Proprietors of my musical compositions, I have revised them for publication in this collective form, and shall be happy to find that those who like my songs are numerous enough to justify the Publishers in so expensive an experiment. A few of my earlier ballads have been omitted; one or two, that required but little alteration to make them unexceptionable, have been corrected; and, altogether, though but ill qualified to act the part of a Brutus to my own progeny, I should hope that nothing has been allowed to live in this collection, by which the common weal of morals can suffer the slightest detriment. I had Some momentary scruples indeed, about one Song; but recollecting, in addition to its being particularly popular, that it had the honour of being translated into French by a very learned English divine, I thought the sacrifice might Happear over righteous, and have accordingly, for the present, indulged it with a reprieve.

It has always been a subject of some mor- . tification to me, that my songs, as they are set, give such a very imperfect notion of the manner in which I wish them to be performed, and that most of that peculiarity of character, which, I believe they possess, as I sing them myself, is lost in the process they must

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undergo for publication; but the truth is, that not being sufficiently practised in the rules of composition to rely on the accuracy of my own harmonic arrangements, I am obliged to submit my rude sketches to the eyes of a professor before they can encounter the criticisms of the musical world; and, as it but too often happens that they are indebted for their originality to the violation of some established law, the hand that corrects their errors is almost sure to destroy their character,* and the few little flowers they may boast are generally pulled away with the weeds. In singing them myself, however, I pay no such deference to criticism, but usually give both air and harmony, according to my own first conception of them, with all their original faults, but, at the same time, all their original freshness.

Among those who have taken the trouble of revising my attempts at composition, I have found no one so indulgent in to their anamolies as my friend John Stevenson-no one so anxious to reconcile every irregularity, to con

eal, where he scrupled to correct my offences against science, and sometimes even to feel with Martial, "simpliciter pateat vitium," ra

her than risk the loss of a grace by too rigid an amendment of errors. And, after all, per

* 1 know I shall be told by the learned musician, that whater infringes the rules of composition must be disagreeable to ear, and that, according to the pure ethics of the art, nothing in possibly be pleasant that is wrong, but I am sorry to say that enough to thishgree with him, and have sometimes lost to all sense of musical rectitude, as to take ne'succession of fifths!

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haps the mortification I now and then suffer, in seeing the fairy Criticism steal away my wild offspring, and lay some formal-featured changelings of her own in their place, is but a proper punishment for my temerity in venturing into the mazes of modulation, where even those who hold the clue of science are so very apt to bewilder themselves, and where melody and sentiment are most frequently lost on the way. Wherever I have been content to remain simply in the key in which I began, without wandering from home in seach of discords and chromatics, I have not only been independent of critical aid, but the strains I have produced were much more touching and effective.*

ROUSSEAU, who, though an excellent theorist in Music, had but little experience in the art of composition, very wisely, as well as tastefully, chose, in his Devin du Village, a story of young and innocent lovers, whose sentiments required but few notes to express them, and were best told in those simple, unpretending airs, to which his tender and melancholy spirit gave birth. GRETRY, a musician, who seems to have felt more than most of his brethren,

*Among the pieces but very little altered from my original notation, are 'O Lady Fair;'When Time, who steals ;' Here's the Bower;' 'Farewell, Bessy; The Canadian Boat Song; Young Love liv'd once.'

Melancholy is the soul of music-all national airs have a sadness in them: even those that seem gayest. 'Ce caractère n'est senti que par des oreilles musiciennes ; le peup J'ignore, c'est avec gaité, qu'il chante tristement."-De Cha

the charms of Song unmixed with the refinements of Harmony, is of opinion* that, if RousSEAU had attempted a more complicated subject, where a greater variety of passions was to he expressed, he would have found himself embarrassed in scientific difficulties, and in short, have been wholly unequal to the task.

There is but one instruction I should venture to any person desirous of doing justice to the character of these ballads, and that is, to attend as little as possible to the rhythm, or time in singing them. The time, indeed, should always be made to wait upon the feeling, but particularly in this style of musical recitation, where the words ought to be as nearly spoken as is consistent with the swell and sweetnesss of intonation, and where a strict and mechanical observance of time completely destroys all those pauses, lingerings, and abruptnesses, which the expression of passion and tenderness requires. The truth of this remark needs but little enforcement to those who have ever heard a song of feeling and delicacy paced along in the unrelenting trammels of an ochestra.

I could say a good deal more on this subject,

Essais sur la Musique, resting comp oser and lodies-and he is right.

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Tom. i. P 276.-Youth [says this writer] is the time for producing There is a romantic sadness about

on, de la Musique, considérée, en elle-même, &c. Chap P. 46.

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