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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (April 13, 1895)
in trunks and in breeches. It was a beautiful spectacle and it
appealed to the senses as no theatrical performance ever had before.
The present revival is superb, in fact it iB superior to the initial pro
duction. The allegorical ballets are all gorgeous, and those with an
illustrative significance are most entertaining. The Black Crook
will be presented at the .Lansing, Wednesday, April 17.
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Both theatres have been dark all of the
week. Whether the managers have kept
their houses closed oat of deference to
Holy Week weare unable to say. Mr. Church
'and Mr. Zehrung are entitled to the benefit of
the doubt. Next week there are two big con
certs, orchestral and band, a war play and a
brilliant spectacular exhibition in prospect.
Gilmore s band, under the leadership of Victor Herbert, will open
the week at the Funke. The following night "Shenandoah" will
make its appearance at the Lansing itt third or fourth presenta
tion in this city. The new "Shenandoah" is said to be considerably
amplified. Wednesday, at the same theatre, "The Black Crook' is
due, and Thursday Theordore Thomas Chicago orchestra will be
heard at the Funko. Gilmore, Thomas, "Shenandoah' and "The
Black Crook" constitute a good hand to draw from.
Gilmore's band, under the direction of Mr. Herbert, will come to
to the Funke opera house Monday night. Mr. Herbert has not
only maintained the old standard of excellence for which this organi
zation was noted in the days of Gilmore, but has given the band a
greater reputation. It ranks with Thomas orchestra and Sousa's
band. The mantle of Patrick Gillmore has fallen upon the shoulders of
one worthy to wear it. Victor Herbert is the most versatile musician
now before the public. As a composer he is strong and original and
scholarly; as violincello soloist iB elegant and forceful; as conductor,
discreet, selfpoised and masterful. The variety of tone coloring he
obtains is really astonishing. The singing of Madame Louise Natali
is a delight to cultivated listeners. Her method is above reproach,
and her voice is singularly flexible and sweet.
When Dr. Dvorak announced a few months ago that he thought
the negro melodies might prove a good Volkslied foundation for the
development of a characteristically "national" school of music in
America, the true gist of his remark was very widely misunderstood.
Many, if not most, people took him to mean by "negro melodies" the
popular songs of our older "negro minstrelsy", such things, for
instance, at "Old Folks as Home", "Old Uncle Ned", and other
familar tunes by the last Stephen Collins Foster, but such was not
the case. The symphony "from the New World," which is Dr.
Dvorak's tribute to the American people, was performed for the first
time about one year ago at a concert given in New York by the
Philharmonic Society. It has since been played in Europe. During
the present season of 01-95 the new symphony has been repeatedly
played in the larger cities and many times by Mr. Thomas during
the present tour of the orchestra, and everywhere has met with the
most enthusiastic reception. It is not only a great but a beautiful
work. This symphony wili be the opening number on the program
at the Thomas orchestra concert at the Funke opera house Thurs
day evening April 18th.
The coming to this city of that famous spectacle "The Black
Crook" will recall to the old timers the "Black Crook" academic
premiers, its full-skirted coryphees, and its amply draped figurantes,
and those who last year gazed upon the spectacular carnival at the
Academy of Music, New York, with its succession of scenes, are
moved to reflection on the change in the times. Prior to the initial
production of Charles Barras' spectacle, there had never been a
regular ballet of any size in this country. Lola Montez had 'flitted
across the stage, and Fanny Ellsler had danced a few characteristic
step3, but a complete ballet with prima assoluta, secondi and
ballerini was unknown. The little the public had seen of women in
was confined to the performance of "Mazeppa," in which either Adah
Isaacs Menkini a Kate Fisher or a Leo Hudson was lashed to the
back of a wild, untamed Barbary steed. The sensation can be
imagined when all at once the stage at Niblo's Garden, Ner York,
was filled with what seemed to be myriads of women in short skirts,
The next attraction at the Lansing theatre will bo "The Greater
Shenandoah," by Branson Howard, in its grand spectacular form
with twenty-five horses and three hundred soldiers in the Sheridan
ride scene. In its present amplified form it ran in New York with
great success for 150 nights at the Academy of Music. It then went
to Chicago where it ran successfully for fifty nights at the Columbia
theatre, and for the past four weeks in Philadelphia, from where it
comes to this city. The four acts of the drama give an
excellent idea of the scenes in camp and trench and field during days
of the early G0's The battle of Cedar Creek, where General
Sheridan won his song embalmed victory, is fought over again and
the famous ride from Winchester "twenty miles away" is made over
the same rising and falling hills that "Fighting Phil" dashed across
30 years ago.
"And there in the Hush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steed of night.
Passed as with eagle's flight,
With Sheridan fifteen miles away."
Twenty-five horses and three hundred soldiers participate in the
Cedar Creek battle. And Sheridan is there, too. The gallant com
mander rides in on a mad gallop, dashes up and down the line, rallies
his retreating forces and soldiers, cavalry and artillery rush wildly
back to victory. It will be given with the original cast, scenery and
effects Tuesday, April 17th.
TO MY FRIEND 0. C. W.
Written for The Codbieb.
I looked up at your window but you were gone
A dreary blank stared back at me,
The window was shut, the curtains were drawn,
I sighed and passed onward wearily.
I missed the earnest look of your eyes,
The ring of your cheerf ull happy voice,
So what did 1 care for the sunny skies,
Or the flowers, or the birds with their tuneful noise?
I'll look up at your window, alas! some day
And find that you've gone to return no more,
The dream of our friendship must soon pass away
The days of our youth be a thing of yore.
But memory ever will hold to my view
The Bceues and the days that together we've known,
And 1 hope when life's weary toils are all through,
We'll meet with clasped hands beside the white throne.
I looked up at your window and you had returned,
The accustomed light o'er your table burned.
Your shadow was outlined against the white wall
You were bent o'er your books, oblivious of all.
I uttered no word, but simply passed by,
Contented to know you were there, was I,
I thought perhaps you might be thinking of me
And I smiled and passed onward cheerfully.
I was out in the gloom and the Jark of the night
But everything suddenly seemed glowing with light,
. The thought of your friendship and sympathy gave
A new tone of life, and made me feel brave.
I felt the faint breath of a whispered prayer
Float down to me softly through the calm air
And all discontent in my breast seemed to cease
An angel had kissed me with a kiss of peace.
William Reed Dunrot.
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