Part 8 (2/2)
Parke also speaks of a Mrs. Pinto, ”the once celebrated Miss Brent, the original Mandane in Arne's _Artaxerxes_,” who appeared in 1785 at the age of nearly seventy in Milton's _Mask of Comus_ at a benefit for a Mr. Hull, ”the respectable stage-manager of Covent Garden Theatre.”
She was to sing the song of Sweet Echo and as Parke was to play the responses to her voice on the oboe he repaired to her house for rehearsal. ”Although nearly seventy years old, her voice possessed the remains of those qualities for which it had been so much celebrated,--power, flexibility, and sweetness. On the night _Comus_ was performed she sung with an unexpected degree of excellence, and was loudly applauded. This old lady, as a singer, gave me the idea of a fine piece of ruins, which though considerably dilapidated, still displayed some of its original beauties.”
The celebrated Faustina, whose quarrel with Cuzzoni is as famous in the history of music as the war between Gluck and Piccinni, was less daring. Dr. Burney visited her when she was seventy-two years old and asked her to sing. ”Alas, I cannot,” she replied, ”I have lost all my faculties.”
La Camargo, the favourite dancer of Paris in the early Eighteenth Century, the inventor, indeed of the short ballet skirt, and the possessor of many lovers, retired from the stage in 1751 with a large fortune, besides a pension of fifteen hundred francs. Thenceforth she led a secluded life. She was an a.s.siduous visitor to the poor of her parish and she kept a dozen dogs and an angora cat which she overwhelmed with affection. In that quaint book, ”The Powder Puff,” by Franz Blei, you may find a most charming description of a call paid to the lady in 1768 in her little old house in the Rue St. Thomas du Louvre, by Duclos, Grimm, and Helvetius, who had come in bantering mood to ask her whom, in her past life, she had loved best. Her reply touched these men, who took their leave. ”Helvetius told Camargo's story to his wife; Grimm made a note of it for his Court Journal; and as for Duclos, it suggested some moral reflections to him, for when, two years later, Mlle. Marianne Camargo was carried to her grave, he remarked: 'It is quite fitting to give her a white pall like a virgin.'”
Sophie Arnould, one of the most celebrated actresses and singers of the Eighteenth Century, died in poverty at the age of 63 and there is no record of her burial place. She had been the friend of Voltaire, Rousseau, d'Alembert, Diderot, Helvetius, and the Baron d'Holbach. She had ”created” Gluck's _Iphigenie en Aulide_ and the composer had said of her, ”If it had not been for the voice and elocution of Mlle.
Arnould, my _Iphigenie_ would never have been performed in France.” In her youth she had interested not only Marie Antoinette but also the King, and she had been the object of Mme. de Pompadour's suspicion and Mme. du Barry's rage. Garrick declared her a better actress than Clairon. She was as famous for her wit as for her singing and acting.
When Mme. Laguerre appeared drunk in _Iphigenie en Tauride_ she exclaimed, ”Why this is _Iphigenie en Champagne_!” Indeed, she made so many remarks worthy of preservation that shortly after her death in 1802, a book called ”Arnoldiana,” devoted to her epigrams, was issued.... Nevertheless, this lady was hissed at the age of 36, when, after a short absence from the stage she reappeared as Iphigenie in 1776. She was neither old nor ugly and if her voice may have lost something her nineteen years of stage life in Paris might have weighed against that. On one occasion, according to La Harpe, when she had the line to sing, ”You long for me to be gone,” the audience applauded vociferously. To protect Sophie, Marie Antoinette sat in a box on several nights and stemmed the storm of disapproval, but in the end even the presence of the queen herself was insufficient to quell the hissing. One sad story completes the picture. In 1785, when her financial troubles were beginning, her two sons, who bore her no love, called for money. She had none to give them. ”There are two horses left in the stable,” she said. ”Take those.” They rode away on the horses.
Latin audiences are notoriously unfaithful to their stage favourites.
In ”The Innocents Abroad” Mark Twain tells us of the bad manners of an Italian audience. The singer he mentions is Erminia Frezzolini, born at Orvieto in 1818. She sang both in England and America. Chorley said of her: ”She was an elegant, tall woman, born with a lovely voice, and bred with great vocal skill (of a certain order); but she was the first who arrived of the 'young Italians'--of those who fancy that driving the voice to its extremities can stand in the stead of pa.s.sion. But she was, nevertheless, a real singer, and her art stood her in stead for some years after nature broke down. When she had left her scarce a note of her rich and real soprano voice to scream with, Madame Frezzolini was still charming.” She died in Paris, November 5, 1884. Now for Mark Twain:
”I said I knew nothing against the upper cla.s.ses from personal observation. I must recall it. I had forgotten. What I saw their bravest and their fairest do last night, the lowest mult.i.tude that could be sc.r.a.ped out of the purlieus of Christendom would blush to do, I think. They a.s.sembled by hundreds, and even thousands, in the great Theatre of San Carlo to do--what? Why simply to make fun of an old woman--to deride, to hiss, to jeer at an actress they once wors.h.i.+pped, but whose beauty is faded now, and whose voice has lost its former richness. Everybody spoke of the rare sport there was to be. They said the theatre would be crammed because Frezzolini was going to sing. It was said she could not sing well now, but then the people liked to see her, anyhow. And so we went. And every time the woman sang they hissed and laughed--the whole magnificent house--and as soon as she left the stage they called her on again with applause. Once or twice she was encored five and six times in succession, and received with hisses when she appeared, and discharged with hisses and laughter when she had finished--then instantly encored and insulted again! And how the high-born knaves enjoyed it! White-kidded gentlemen and ladies laughed till the tears came, and clapped their hands in very ecstasy when that unhappy old woman would come meekly out for the sixth time, with uncomplaining patience, to meet a storm of hisses! It was the cruellest exhibition--the most wanton, the most unfeeling. The singer would have conquered an audience of American rowdies by her brave, unflinching tranquillity (for she answered encore after encore, and smiled and bowed pleasantly, and sang the best she possibly could, and went bowing off, through all the jeers and hisses, without ever losing countenance or temper); and surely in any other land than Italy her s.e.x and her helplessness must have been an ample protection for her--she could have needed no other. Think what a mult.i.tude of small souls were crowded into that theatre last night!”
English audiences, on the other hand, are notoriously friendly to their old favourites. When Dr. Hanslick, the Viennese critic, visited England and heard Sims Reeves singing before crowded houses as he had been doing for forty or fifty years, he remarked, ”It is not easy to win the favour of the English public; to lose it is quite impossible.”
Mme. Grisi made her last appearance in London in 1866 at the theatre she had left twenty years previously, Her Majesty's. The opera was _Lucrezia Borgia_. At the end of the first act she miscalculated the depth of the ap.r.o.n and the descending curtain left her outside on her knees. She had stiffness in her joints and was unable to rise without a.s.sistance.... This situation must have been very embara.s.sing to a singer who previously had been an idol of the public. In the pa.s.sionate duet with the tenor she made an unsuccessful attempt to reach the A natural. Notwithstanding the fact that she was well received and that she got through with the greater part of the opera with credit, her impressario, J. H. Mapleson, relates in his ”Memoirs”
that after the final curtain had fallen she rushed to tell him that it was all over and that she would never appear again. In ”Student and Singer” Charles Santley writes of the occasion: ”I had been singing at the Crystal Palace concert in the afternoon, and after dining there I went up to the theatre to see a little of the performance. I felt very sorry for Grisi that she had been induced to appear again; it was a sad sight for any one who had known her in her prime, and even long past it.”
However, even English audiences can be cold. John E. c.o.x, in his ”Musical Recollections,” recalls an earlier occasion when Grisi sang at the Crystal Palace without much success (July 31, 1861): ”On retiring from the orchestra, after a peculiarly cold reception--as unkind as it was inconsiderate, seeing what the career of this remarkable woman had been--there was not a single person at the foot of the orchestra to receive or to accompany her to her retiring room!
I could imagine what her feelings at that moment must have been--she who had in former years been accustomed to be thronged, wherever she appeared, and to be the recipient of adulation--often as exaggerated as it was fulsome--but who was now literally deserted. With Grisi--although I had been once or twice introduced to her--I never had any personal acquaintance. I could not, however, resist the impulse of preceding her, without obtruding myself on her notice, and opening the door of the retiring room for her, which was situated at some considerable distance from the orchestra. Her look as I did this, and she pa.s.sed out of sight, is amongst the most painful of my 'Recollections.'”
German audiences are usually kind to their favourites. In America we adopt neither the att.i.tude of the English and Germans, nor yet that of the Italians and French. We simply stay away from the theatre. Mark Twain has put it succinctly, ”When a singer has lost his voice and a jumper his legs, those parties fail to draw.”
Benjamin Lumley in his ”Reminiscences of the Opera,” quoting an anonymous friend, relates a touching story regarding Catalani, who was born in 1779 and who retired from the stage in 1831. When Jenny Lind visited Paris in the spring of 1849 she learned to her astonishment that Catalani was in the French capital. The old singer, who resided habitually in Florence, had come to Paris with her daughter who, as the widow of a Frenchman, was obliged to go through certain legal forms before taking possession of her share of her husband's property.
Through a friend of both ladies it was arranged that the two should meet at a dinner at the home of the Marquis of Normansby, the English amba.s.sador to the Tuscan court, but the Swedish singer could not restrain her impatience and before that event she set out one forenoon for Mme. Catalani's apartment in the Rue de la Paix and sent in her name by a servant. The old singer hastened out to greet her distinguished visitor with obvious delight. She had known nothing of Mlle. Lind's presence in Paris and had feared that such a chance would never befall her, much as she had longed to see the celebrated singer who had excited the English public in a way which recalled her own past triumphs and who rivalled her in her purity and her charity. They talked together for an hour.... At the dinner the Marchioness of Normansby considerately refrained from asking Jenny Lind to sing, because no one is allowed to refuse such an invitation made by a representative of royalty. Catalani, however, had no such scruples.
She went up to the Nightingale and begged her to sing, adding, ”_C'est la vieille Catalini qui desire vous entendre chanter, avant de mourir!_” This appeal was irresistible. Jenny Lind sat down to the piano and sang _Non credea mirarti_ and one or two other airs, including _Ah! non giunge_. Catalani is described as sitting on an ottoman in the centre of the room, rocking her body to and fro with delight and sympathy, murmuring, ”_Ah la bella cosa che la musica, quando si fa di quella maniera!_” and again ”_Ah! la carissima! quanto bellissima!_” A dinner at Catalani's apartment followed, but a few days later it became known that the old singer was ill, an illness which proved fatal. She had, however, heard the Swedish Nightingale sing ”_avant de mourir_.”
William Gardiner visited Madame Catalani in 1846. ”I was surprised at the vigour of Madame Catalani,” he says, ”and how little she has altered since I saw her in Derby in 1828. I paid her a compliment on her good looks. 'Ah,' said she, 'I'm sixty-six!' She has lost none of that commanding expression which gave her such dignity on the stage.
She is without a wrinkle, and appears to be no more than forty. Her breadth of chest is still remarkable: it is this which endowed her with the finest voice that ever sang. Her speaking voice and dramatic air are still charming, and not in the least impaired.”
Is Christine Nilsson still alive? I think so. She was born August 20, 1843. In Clara Louise Kellogg's very entertaining, but not always trustworthy, ”Memoirs” there is an interesting reference to this singer in her later career. Dates, unfortunately, are not furnished.
”I was present,” declares Mme. Kellogg, ”on the night ... when she practically murdered the high register of her voice. She had five upper notes the quality of which was unlike any other I ever heard and that possessed a peculiar charm. The tragedy happened during a performance of _The Magic Flute_ in London.... Nilsson was the Queen of the Night, one of her most successful early roles. The second aria in _The Magic Flute_ is more famous and less difficult than the first aria, and also, more effective. Nilsson knew well the ineffectiveness of the ending of the first aria in the two weakest notes of a soprano's voice, A natural and B flat. I never could understand why a master like Mozart should have chosen to use them as he did. There is no climax to the song. One has to climb up hard and fast and then stop short in the middle. It is an appalling thing to do and that night Nilsson took those two notes at the last in _chest tones_. 'Great heavens!' I gasped, 'what is she doing? What is the woman thinking of!' Of course I knew she was doing it to get volume and vibration and to give that trying climax some character. But to say that it was a fatal attempt is to put it mildly. She absolutely killed a certain quality in her voice there and then and she _never recovered it_. Even that night she had to cut out the second great aria. Her beautiful high notes were gone forever.” As I have said, the date of this incident, which, so far as I know, is not recorded elsewhere, is not mentioned, but Christine Nilsson sang in New York in the early Eighties and continued to sing until 1891, the year of her final appearance in London.
Adelina Patti, born the same year as Nilsson but six months before (February 10, 1843; according to some records, which by no means go undisputed, a quartet of famous singers came into the world this year.
The other two were Ilma de Murska and Pauline Lucca) made many farewell tours of this country ... one too many in 1903-4, when she displayed the _beaux restes_ of her voice. She is living at present in retirement at Craig-y-Nos in Wales. Her greatest rival, Etelka Gerster, too, is alive, I believe.
Lilli Lehmann, one of the oldest of the living great singers, was born May 13, 1848. She was a member of the famous casts which introduced many of the Wagner works to New York. Her last appearances in opera here were made, I think, in the late Nineties, but she has sung here since in concert and in Germany she has frequently a.s.sisted at the performances of the Mozart festivals at Salzburg and has even sung in _Norma_ and _Gotterdammerung_ within recent years! Her head is now crowned with white hair and her n.o.ble appearance and magnificent style in singing have doubtless stood her in good stead at these belated performances, which probably were disappointing, judged as vocal exhibitions.
Lillian Nordica had a long career. She was born May 12, 1859, and made her operatic debut in Brescia in _La Traviata_ in 1879. She continued to sing up to the time of her death in Batavia, Java, May 10, 1914.
Indeed she was then undertaking a concert tour of the world at the age of 55! But the artist, who in the Nineties had held the Metropolitan Opera House stage with honour in the great dramatic roles, had very little to offer in her last years. Never a great musician, defects in style began to make themselves evident as her vocal powers decreased.
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