Chopin to Gutmann; London, 48, Dover Street, Piccadilly,
Saturday, May 6, 1848:—
Dear friend,—Here I am at last, settled in this whirlpool of
London. It is only a few days since I began to breathe; for it
is only a few days since the sun showed itself. I have seen M.
D'Orsay, and notwithstanding all the delay of my letter he
received me very well. Be so good as to thank the duchess for
me and him. I have not yet made all my calls, for many persons
to whom I have letters of introduction are not yet here. Erard
was charming; he sent me a piano. I have a Broadwood and a
Pleyel, which makes three, and yet I do not find time to play
them. I have many visitors, and my days pass like lightning—I
have not even had a moment to write to Pleyel. Let me know how
you are getting on. In what state of mind are you? How are
your people? With my people things are not going well. I am
much vexed about this. In spite of that I must think of making
a public appearance; a proposal has been made to me to play at
the Philharmonic, [FOOTNOTE: "Chopin, we are told," says the
Musical World of May 27, 1848, "was invited to play at the
Philharmonic, but declined."] but I would rather not. I shall
apparently finish off, after playing at Court before the Queen
[chez la reine], by giving a matinee, limited to a number of
persons, at a private residence [hotel particulier]. I wish
that this would terminate thus. But these projects are only
projects in the air. Write to me a great deal about yourself.
—Yours ever, my old Gut.,
CHOPIN.
P.S.—I heard the other evening Mdlle. Lind in La Sonnambula.
[FOOTNOTE: Jenny Lind made her first appearance at Her
Majesty's Theatre in the season 1848, on May 4, as Amina, in
La Sonnambula. The Queen was present on that occasion. Pauline
Garcia made her first appearance, likewise as Amina, at Covent
Garden Theatre, on May 9.] It was very fine; I have made her
acquaintance. Madame Viardot also came to see me. She will
make her debuts at the rival theatre [Covent Garden], likewise
in La Sonnambula. All the pianists of Paris are here. Prudent
played his Concerto at the Philharmonic with little success,
for it is necessary to play classical music there. Thalberg is
engaged for twelve concerts at the theatre where Lind is [Her
Majesty's, Haymarket]. Halle is going to play Mendelssohn at
the rival theatre.
Chopin to his friend Grzymala; Thursday, May 11, 1848:—
I have just come from the Italian Opera, where Jenny Lind
appeared to-day, for the first time, as Sonnambula, and the
Queen showed herself for the first time to the people after a
long retirement. [FOOTNOTE: Chopin must have begun this letter
on the 4th of May, and dated it later on; for on the 11th of
May Jenny Lind sang in La Figlia del Reggimento, and the
presence of the Queen at the performance is not mentioned in
the newspaper accounts of it. See preceding foot-note.] Both
were, of course, of much interest to me; more especially,
however, Wellington, who, like an old, faithful dog in a
cottage, sat in the box below his crowned mistress. I have
also made Jenny Lind's personal acquaintance: when, a few days
afterwards, I paid her a visit, she received me in the most
amiable manner, and sent me an excellent "stall" for the opera
performance. I was capitally seated and heard excellently.
This Swede is indeed an original from top to toe! She does not
show herself in the ordinary light, but in the magic rays of
an aurora borealis. Her singing is infallibly pure and sure;
but what I admired most was her piano, which has an
indescribable charm. "Your
FREDERICK.
Of Chopin's visit Jenny Lind-Goldschmidt had to the last years of her life
a most pleasing and vivid recollection. She sang to him Polskas,
[FOOTNOTE: Polskas are dances of Polish origin, popular in Sweden, whose
introduction dates from the time of the union of the crowns of Sweden and
Poland in 1587.] which delighted him greatly. The way Madame Goldschmidt
spoke of Chopin showed unmistakably that he made the best possible
impression upon her, not only as an artist, but also as a man—she
was sure of his goodness, and that he could not but have been right in the
Sand affair, I mean as regards the rupture. She visited him when she went
in the following year (1849) to Paris.
In his letter to Gutmann, Chopin speaks of his intention to give a matinee
at a private house. And he more than realised it; for he not only gave
one, but two—the first at the house of Mrs. Sartoris (nee Adelaide
Kemble) and the second at the house of Lord Falmouth. Here are two
advertisements which appeared in the Times.
June 15, 1848:—
Monsieur Chopin will give a Matinee musicale, at No. 99, Eaton
Place, on Friday, June 23, to commence at 3 o'clock. A limited
number of tickets, one guinea each, with full particulars, at
Cramer, Beale & Co.'s, 201, Regent Street.
July 3 and 4, 1848:—
Monsieur Chopin begs to announce that his second Matinee
musicale will take place on Friday next, July 7, at the
residence of the Earl of Falmouth, No. 2, St. James's Square.
To commence at half-past 3. Tickets, limited in number, and
full particulars at Cramer, Beale & Co.'s, 201, Regent Street.
The Musical World (July 8, 1848) says about these
performances:—
M. Chopin has lately given two performances of his own
pianoforte music at the residence of Mrs. Sartoris (late Miss
Adelaide Kemble), which seem to have given much pleasure to
his audiences, among whom Mdlle. Lind, who was present at the
first, seems to be the most enthusiastic. We were not present
at either, and, therefore, have nothing to say on the subject.
[FOOTNOTE: Of course, the above-quoted advertisements prove
the reporter to be wrong in this particular; there was only
one at the house of Mrs. Sartoris.]
From an account of the first matinee in the Athenaeum we learn that Chopin
played nocturnes, etudes, mazurkas, two waltzes, and the Berceuse, but
none of his more developed works, such as sonatas, concertos, scherzos,
and ballades. The critic tries to analyse the master's style of execution—a
"mode" in which "delicacy, picturesqueness, elegance, and humour are
blended so as to produce that rare thing, a new delight"—pointing
out his peculiar fingering, treatment of scale and shake, tempo rubato,
&c. But although the critic speaks no less appreciatively of the
playing than of the compositions, the tenor of the notice of the second
matinee (July 15, 1848) shows that the former left nevertheless something
to be desired. "Monsieur Chopin played better at his second than at his
first matinee—not with more delicacy (that could hardly be), but
with more force and brio." Along with other compositions of his, Chopin
played on this occasion his Scherzo in B flat and his Etude in C sharp
minor. Another attraction of the matinee was the singing of Madame
Viardot-Garcia, "who, besides her inimitable airs with Mdlle. de Mendi,
and her queerly-piquant Mazurkas, gave the Cenerentola rondo, graced with
great brilliancy; and a song by Beethoven, 'Ich denke dein.'"
[FOOTNOTE: No doubt, those Mazurkas by Chopin which, adapting to them
Spanish words, she had arranged for voice and piano. Hiller wrote
mostenthusiastically of these arrangements and her performance of them.]
Mr. Salaman said, at a meeting of the London Musical Association (April 5,
1880), in the course of a discussion on the subject of Chopin, that he was
present at the matinee at the house of Mrs. Sartoris, and would never
forget the concert-giver's playing, especially of the waltz in D flat. "I
remember every bar, how he played it, and the appearance of his long,
attenuated fingers during the time he was playing. [FOOTNOTE: Their
thinness may have made them appear long, but they were not really so. See
Appendix III.] He seemed quite exhausted." Mr. Salaman was particularly
struck by the delicacy and refinement of Chopin's touch, and the utmost
exquisiteness of expression.
To Chopin, as the reader will see in the letter addressed to Franchomme,
and dated August 6th and 11th, these semi-public performances had only the
one redeeming point—that they procured him much-needed money,
otherwise he regarded them as a great annoyance. And this is not to be
wondered at, if we consider the physical weakness under which he was then
labouring. When Chopin went before these matinees to Broadwood's to try
the pianoforte on which he was to play, he had each time to be carried up
the flight of stairs which led to the piano-room. Chopin had also to be
carried upstairs when he came to a concert which his pupil Lindsay Sloper
gave in this year in the Hanover Square Rooms. But nothing brings his
miserable condition so vividly before us as his own letters.
Chopin to Grzymala, London, July 18, 1848:—
My best thanks for your kind lines and the accompanying letter
from my people. Heaven be thanked, they are all well; but why
are they concerned about me? I cannot become sadder than I am,
a real joy I have not felt for a long time. Indeed, I feel
nothing at all, I only vegetate, waiting patiently for my end.
Next week I go to Scotland to Lord Torphichen, the brother-in-
law of my Scottish friends, the Misses Stirling, who are
already with him (in the neighbourhood of Edinburgh). He wrote
to me and invited me heartily, as did also Lady Murray, an
influential lady of high rank there, who takes an
extraordinary interest in music, not to mention the many
invitations I have received from various parts of England. But
I cannot wander about from one place to another like a
strolling musician; such a vagabond' life is hateful to me,
and not conducive to my health. I intend to remain in Scotland
till the 29th of August, on which day I go as far as
Manchester, where I am engaged to play in public. I shall play
there twice without orchestra, and receive for this 60
[pounds]. The Alboni comes also, but all this does not
interest me—I just seat myself at the piano, and begin to
play. I shall stay during this time with rich manufacturers,
with whom also Neukomm [FOOTNOTE: Karasowski has Narkomm,
which is, of course, either a misreading or a misprint,
probably the former, as it is to be found in all editions of
his book.] has stayed. What I shall do next I don't know yet.
If only someone could foretell whether I shall not fall sick
here during the winter..."Your
FREDERICK.
Had Chopin, when he left Paris, really in view the possibility of settling
in London? There was at the time a rumour of this being the case. The
Athenaeum (April 8, 1848), in the note already adverted to, said:—"M.
Chopin is expected, if not already here—it is even added to remain
in England." But if he embraced the idea at first, he soon began to loosen
his grasp of it, and, before long, abandoned it altogether. In his then
state of health existence would have been a burden anywhere, but it was a
greater one away from his accustomed surroundings. Moreover, English life
to be enjoyable requires a robustness of constitution, sentimental and
intellectual as well as physical, which the delicately-organised artist,
even in his best time, could not boast of. If London and the rest of
Britain was not to the mind of Chopin, it was not for want of good-will
among the people. Chopin's letters show distinctly that kindness was
showered upon him from all sides. And these letters do not by any means
contain a complete roll of those who were serviceable to him. The name of
Frederick Beale, the publisher, for instance, is not to be found there,
and yet he is said, with what truth I do not know, to have attached
himself to the tone-poet.
[FOOTNOTE: Mr. Hipkins heard Chopin play at Broadwood's to Beale the
Waltzes in D flat major and C sharp minor (Nos. 1 and 2 of Op. 64),
subsequently published by Cramer, Beale and Co. But why did the publisher
not bring out the whole opus (three waltzes, not two), which had already
been in print in France and Germany for nine or ten months? Was his
attachment to the composer weaker than his attachment to his cash-box?]
The attentions of the piano-makers, on the other hand, are duly
remembered. In connection with them I must not forget to record the fact
that Mr. Henry Fowler Broadwood had a concert grand, the first in a
complete iron frame, expressly made for Chopin, who, unfortunately, did
not live to play upon it.
[FOOTNOTE: For particulars about the Broadwood pianos used by Chopin in
England and Scotland (and he used there no others at his public concerts
and principal private entertainments), see the List of John Broadwood
& Sons' Exhibits at the International Inventions Exhibition (1885), a
pamphlet full of interesting information concerning the history and
construction of the pianoforte. It is from the pen of A. J. Hipkins.]
A name one misses with surprise in Chopin's letters is that of his
Norwegian pupil Tellefsen, who came over from Paris to London, and seems
to have devoted himself to his master. [FOOTNOTE: Tellefsen, says Mr.
Hipkins, was nearly always with Chopin.] Of his ever-watchful ministering
friend Miss Stirling and her relations we shall hear more in the following
letters.
Chopin started for Scotland early in August, 1848, for on the 6th August
he writes to Franchomme that he had left London a few days before.
Chopin to Franchomme; Edinburgh, August 6 1848. Calder
House, August 11:—
Very dear friend,—I do not know what to say. The best, it
seems to me, is not even to attempt to console you for the
loss of your father. I know your grief—time itself assuages
little such sorrows. I left London a few days ago. I made the
journey to Edinburgh (407 miles) in twelve hours. After having
taken a day's rest in Edinburgh, I went to Calder House,
twelve miles from Edinburgh, the mansion of Lord Torphichen,
brother-in-law of Madame Erskine, where I expect to remain
till the end of the month and to rest after my great doings in
London. I gave two matinees, which it appears have given
pleasure, but which, for all that, did not the less bore me.
Without them, however, I do not know how I could have passed
three months in this dear London, with large apartments
(absolutely necessary), carriage, and valet. My health is not
altogether bad, but I become more feeble, and the air here
does not yet agree with me. Miss Stirling was going to write
to you from London, and asks me to beg you to excuse her. The
fact is that these ladies had many preparations to make before
their journey to Scotland, where they intend to remain some
months. There is in Edinburgh a pupil of yours, Mr. Drechsler,
I believe.
[FOOTNOTE: Louis Drechsler (son of the Dessau violoncellist
Carl Drechsler and uncle of the Edinburgh violoncellist and
conductor Carl Drechsler Hamilton), who came to Edinburgh in
August, 1841, and died there on June 25,1860. From an obituary
notice in a local paper I gather that he studied under
Franchomme in 1845.]
He came to see me in London; he appeared to me a fine young
fellow, and he loves you much. He plays duets [fait de la
musique] with a great lady of this country, Lady Murray, one
of my sexagenarian pupils in London, to whom I have also
promised a visit in her beautiful mansion. [FOOTNOTE: The wife
of Lord (Sir John Archibald) Murray, I think. At any rate,
this lady was very musical and in the habit of playing with
Louis Drechsler.] But I do not know how I shall do it, for I
have promised to be in Manchester on the 28th of August to
play at a concert for 60 pounds. Neukomm is there, and,
provided that he does not improvise on the same day [et pourvu
qu'il ne m'improvise pas le meme jour], I reckon on earning my
60 francs [he means, of course, "60 pounds"].
[FOOTNOTE: Thinking that this remark had some hidden meaning,
I applied to Franchomme for an explanation; but he wrote to me
as follows: "Chopin trouvait que Neukomm etait un musicien
ennuyeux, et il lui etait desagreable de penser que Neukomm
pourrait improviser dans le concert dans lequel il devrait
jouer."]
After that I don't know what will become of me. I should like
very much if they were to give me a pension for life for
having composed nothing, not even an air a la Osborne or
Sowinski (both of them excellent friends), the one an
Irishman, the other a compatriot of mine (I am prouder of them
than of the rejected representative Antoine de Kontski—
Frenchman of the north and animal of the south). [FOOTNOTE:
"Frenchmen of the north" used to be a common appellation of
the Poles.]
After these parentheses, I will tell you truly that I know
[FOOTNOTE: Here probably "not" ought to be added.] what will
become of me in autumn. At any rate, if you get no news from
me do not complain of me, for I think very often of writing to
you. If you see Mdlle. de Rozieres or Grzymala, one or the
other of them will have heard something—if not from me, from
some friends. The park here is very beautiful, the lord of the
manor very excellent, and I am as well as I am permitted to
be. Not one proper musical idea. I am out of my groove; I am
like, for instance, an ass at a masked ball, a chanterelle
[first, i.e., highest string] of a violin on a double bass—
astonished, amazed, lulled to sleep as if I were hearing a
trait [a run or a phrase] of Bodiot [FOOTNOTE: That is,
Charles Nicolas Baudiot (1773-1849), the violoncellist, at one
time professor at the Conservatoire. He published a school and
many compositions for his instrument.] (before the 24th of
February), [FOOTNOTE: The revolution of February 24, 1848.] or
a stroke of the bow of M. Cap [FOOTNOTE: This gentleman was an
amateur player of the violoncello and other stringed
instruments.] (after the June days). [FOOTNOTE: The
insurrection of the Red Republicans on June 23-26, 1848.] I
hope they are still flourishing, for I cannot do without them
in writing. But another real question is, that I hope you have
no friends to deplore in all these terrible affairs. And the
health of Madame Franchomme and of the little children? Write
me a line, and address it to London, care of Mr. Broadwood,
33, Great Pulteney Street, Golden Square. I have here a
perfect (material) tranquillity, and pretty Scotch airs. I
wish I were able to compose a little, were it only to please
these good ladies—Madame Erskine and Mdlle. Stirling. I have
a Broadwood piano in my room, the Pleyel of Miss Stirling in
my salon. I lack neither paper nor pens. I hope that you also
will compose something, and may God grant that I hear it soon
newly born. I have friends in London who advise me to pass
there the winter.—But I shall listen only to my I do not know
what [mon je ne sais quoi]; or, rather, I shall listen to the
last comer—this comes often to the same thing as weighing
well. Adieu dear, dear friend! My most sincere wishes to
Madame Franchomme for her children. I hope that Rene amuses
himself with his bass, that Cecile works well, and that their
little sister always reads her books. Remember me to Madame
Lasserve, I pray you, and correct my orthography as well as my
French.
The following words are written along the margin:—
The people here are ugly, but, it would seem, good. As a
compensation there are charming, apparently mischievous,
cattle, perfect milk, butter, eggs, and tout ce qui s'en suit,
cheese and chickens.
To save the reader from becoming confused by allusions in Chopin's letters
to names of unknown persons and places, I will now say a few words about
the composer's Scotch friends. The Stirlings of Keir, generally regarded
as the principal family of the name, are said to be descended from Walter
de Striveline, Strivelyn, or Strivelyng, Lucas of Strivelyng (1370-1449)
being the first possessor of Keyr. The family was for about two centuries
engaged in the East India and West India trade. Archibald Stirling, the
father of the late baronet, went, as William Fraser relates in The
Stirlings of Keir, like former younger sons, to Jamaica, where he was a
planter for nearly twenty-five years. He succeeded his brother James in
1831, greatly improved the mansion, and died in 1847. When Chopin visited
Keir it was in the possession of William Stirling, who, in 1865, became
Sir William Stirling-Maxwell (his mother was a daughter of Sir John
Maxwell), and is well-known by his literary works—Annals of the
Artists of Spain (1848), The Cloister Life of the Emperor Charles V.
(1852), Velasquez (1855), &c. He was the uncle of Jane Stirling and
Mrs. Erskine, daughters (the former the youngest daughter) of John
Stirling, of Kippendavie and Kippenross, and friends of Chopin. W. Hanna,
the editor of the Letters of Thomas Erskine of Linlathen, says that Jane
Stirling was a cousin and particular friend of Thomas Erskine. The latter
used in later life to regard her and the Duchess de Broglie as the most
remarkable women he had ever met:—
In her later years she lived much in Paris, and counted among
her friends there Ary Scheffer. In his "Christus Consolator,"
this eminent artist has presented in one of the figures his
ideal of female beauty, and was struck on being first
introduced to Miss Stirling to find in her the almost exact
embodiment of that ideal. She was introduced afterwards in
many of his pictures.
In a letter addressed to Mrs. Schwabe, and dated February 14, 1859, we
read about her:—
She was ill for eight weeks, and suffered a great deal...I
know you will feel this deeply, for you could appreciate the
purity and beauty of that stream of love which flowed through
her whole life. I don't think that I ever knew anyone who
seemed more entirely to have given up self, and devoted her
whole being to the good of others. I remember her birth like
yesterday, and I never saw anything in her but what was
lovable from the beginning to the end of her course.
Lindsay Sloper, who lived in Paris from 1841 to 1846, told me that Miss
Stirling, who was likewise staying there, took for some time lessons from
him. As she wished to become a pupil of Chopin, he spoke to his master
about her. Chopin, Lindsay Sloper said, was pleased with her playing, and
soon began to like her.
[FOOTNOTE: To the above I must append a cautionary foot-note. In his
account to me Lindsay Sloper made two mistakes which prove that his memory
was not one of the most trustworthy, and suggest even the possibility that
his Miss Stirling was a different person from Chopin's friend. His
mistakes were these: he called Mrs. Erskine, who was with Miss Stirling in
Paris, her aunt instead of her sister; and thought that Miss Stirling was
about eighteen years old when he taught her. The information I shall give
farther on seems to show that she was older rather than younger than
Chopin; indeed, Mr Hipkins is of opinion that she was in 1848 nearer fifty
than forty.]
To her the composer dedicated his Deux Nocturnes, Op. 55, which he
published in August, 1844. It was thought that she was in love with
Chopin, and there were rumours of their going to be married. Gutmann
informed me that Chopin said to him one day when he was ill: "They have
married me to Miss Stirling; she might as well marry death." Of Miss Jane
Stirling's elder sister Katherine, who, in 1811, married her cousin James
Erskine, and lost her husband already in 1816, Thomas Erskine says: "She
was an admirable woman, faithful and diligent in all duties, and unwearied
in her efforts to help those who needed her help." Lord Torphichen, at
whose residence (Calder House, twelve miles from Edinburgh) Chopin passed
much of his time in Scotland, was, as we learn from the composer's
letters, a brother-in-law of Miss Stirling and Mrs. Erskine. Johnstone
Castle (twelve miles from Glasgow), where Chopin was also received as a
guest, belonged to the Houston family, friends of the Erskines and
Stirlings, but, I think, no relations. The death of Ludovic Houston, Esq.,
in 1862, is alluded to in one of Thomas Erskine's letters.
But Chopin, while in Scotland, was not always staying in manors and
castles, now and then he was housed less aristocratically, though perhaps
not less, nay, probably more, comfortably. Such humbler quarters he found
at the house (10, Warriston Crescent) of Dr. Lyschinski, a Pole by birth,
and a refugee, who after studying medicine in Edinburgh practised it there
until a few years ago when he removed to London. For the information which
I am now going to give I am indebted to Mrs. Lyschinski. Among those who
received Chopin at the Edinburgh railway station was Dr. Lyschinski who
addressed him in Polish. The composer put up at an hotel (perhaps the
London Hotel, in St. Andrew's Square). Next day—Miss Paterson, a
neighbour, having placed her carriage at Chopin's disposal—Mrs.
Lyschinski took him out for a drive. He soon got tired of the hotel, in
fact, felt it quite unbearable, and told the doctor, to whom he had at
once taken a fancy, that he could not do without him. Whereupon the latter
said: "Well, then you must come to my house; and as it is rather small,
you must be satisfied with the nursery." So the children were sent to a
friend's house, and the nursery was made into a bedroom for the
illustrious guest, an adjoining bedroom being prepared for his servant
Daniel, an Irish-Frenchman. Unless the above refers to Chopin's return to
Scotland in September, after his visit to Manchester, Mrs. Lyschinski
confuses her reminiscences a little, for, as the last-quoted letter
proves, he tarried, on his first arrival, only one day in Edinburgh. But
the facts, even if not exactly grouped, are, no doubt, otherwise correctly
remembered. Chopin rose very late in the day, and in the morning had soup
in his room. His hair was curled daily by the servant, and his shirts,
boots, and other things were of the neatest—in fact, he was a
petit-maitre, more vain in dress than any woman. The maid-servants found
themselves strictly excluded from his room, however indispensable their
presence might seem to them in the interests of neatness and cleanliness.
Chopin was so weak that Dr. Lyschinski had always to carry him upstairs.
After dinner he sat before the fire, often shivering with cold. Then all
on a sudden he would cross the room, seat himself at the piano, and play
himself warm. He could bear neither dictation nor contradiction: if you
told him to go to the fire, he would go to the other end of the room where
the piano stood. Indeed, he was imperious. He once asked Mrs. Lyschinski
to sing. She declined. At this he was astonished and quite angry. "Doctor,
would you take it amiss if I were to force your wife to do it?" The idea
of a woman refusing him anything seemed to him preposterous. Mrs.
Lyschinski says that Chopin was gallant to all ladies alike, but thinks
that he had no heart. She used to tease him about women, saying, for
instance, that Miss Stirling was a particular friend of his. He replied
that he had no particular friends among the ladies, that he gave to all an
equal share of his attention. "Not even George Sand then," she asked, "is
a particular friend?" "Not even George Sand," was the reply. Had Mrs.
Lyschinski known the real state of matters between Chopin and George Sand,
she certainly would not have asked that question. He, however, by no means
always avoided the mention of his faithless love. Speaking one day of his
thinness he remarked that she used to call him mon cher cadavre. Miss
Stirling was much about Chopin. I may mention by the way that Mrs.
Lyschinski told me that Miss Stirling was much older than Chopin, and her
love for him, although passionate, purely Platonic. Princess Czartoryska
arrived some time after Chopin, and accompanied him, my informant says,
wherever he went. But, as we see from one of his letters, her stay in
Scotland was short. The composer was always on the move. Indeed, Dr.
Lyschinski's was hardly more than a pied-a-terre for him: he never stayed
long, and generally came unexpectedly. A number of places where Chopin was
a guest are mentioned in his letters. Mrs. Lyschinski thinks that he also
visited the Duke of Hamilton.
At the end of August and at the end of September and beginning of October,
this idling was interrupted by serious work, and a kind of work which, at
no time to his liking, was particularly irksome in the then state of his
health.
The Manchester Guardian of August 19, 1848, contained the following
advertisement:—
Concert Hall.—The Directors beg to announce to the
Subscribers that a Dress Concert has been fixed for Monday,
the 28th of August next, for which the following performers
have already been engaged: Signora Alboni, Signora Corbari,
Signer Salvi, and Mons. Chopin.
From an account of the concert in the same paper (August 30), the writer
of which declares the concert to have been the most brilliant of the
season, we learn that the orchestra, led by Mr. Seymour, played three
overtures—Weber's Ruler of the Spirits, Beethoven's Prometheus, and
Rossini's Barbiere di Siviglia; and that Chopin performed an Andante and
Scherzo, and a Nocturne, Etudes, and the Berceuse of his own composition.
With regard to Chopin we read in this critique:—
With the more instrumental portion of the audience, Mons.
Chopin was perhaps an equal feature of interest with Alboni,
as he was preceded by a high musical reputation. Chopin
appears to be about thirty years of age. [FOOTNOTE: Chopin,
says Mr. Hipkins, had a young look, although much wasted.] He
is very spare in frame, and there is an almost painful air of
feebleness in his appearance and gait. This vanishes when he
seats himself at the instrument, in which he seems for the
time perfectly absorbed. Chopin's music and style of
performance partake of the same leading characteristics—
refinement rather than vigour—subtle elaboration rather than
simple comprehensiveness in composition—an elegant rapid
touch, rather than a firm, nervous grasp of the instrument.
Both his compositions and playing appear to be the perfection
of chamber music—fit to be associated with the most refined
instrumental quartet and quartet playing—but wanting breadth
and obviousness of design, and executive power, to be
effective in a large hall. These are our impressions from
hearing Mons. Chopin for the first time on Monday evening. He
was warmly applauded by many of the most accomplished amateurs
in the town, and he received an encore in his last piece, a
compliment thus accorded to each of the four London artists
who appeared at the concert.
From the criticism of the Manchester Courier and Lancashire General
Advertiser (August 30, 1848), I cull the following remarks:—
We can, with great sincerity, say that he delighted us. Though
we did not discover in him the vigour of Thalberg, yet there
was a chasteness and purity of style, a correctness of
manipulation combined with a brilliance of touch, and delicate
sensibility of expression which we never heard excelled. He
played in the second act [part]... and elicited a rapturous
encore. He did not, however, repeat any part, but treated the
audience with what appeared to be a fragment of great beauty.
Mr. Osborne, in a paper on Chopin read before the London Musical
Association, says:—
On a tour which I made with Alboni, I met Chopin at
Manchester, where he was announced to play at a grand concert
without orchestra. He begged I should not be present. "You, my
dear Osborne," said he, "who have heard me so often in Paris,
remain with those impressions. My playing will be lost in such
a large room, and my compositions will be ineffective. Your
presence at the concert will be painful both to you and me."
Mr. Osborne told his audience further that notwithstanding this appeal he
was present in a remote corner of the room. I may add that although he
could absent himself from the hall for the time Chopin was playing, he
could not absent himself from the concert, for, as the papers tell us, he
acted as accompanist. The impression which Chopin's performance on this
occasion left upon his friend's mind is described in the following few sad
words: "His playing was too delicate to create enthusiasm, and I felt
truly sorry for him."
Soon after the concert Chopin returned to Scotland. How many days (between
August 23 and September 7?) he remained in Manchester, I do not know, but
it is well known that while staying there he was the guest of Mr. and Mrs.
Salis Schwabe. To Mrs. Salis Schwabe, a lady noted for her benevolence,
Thomas Erskine addressed the letter concerning Miss Jane Stirling a part
of which I quoted on one of the foregoing pages of this chapter. The
reader remembers, of course, Chopin's prospective allusions to the
Manchester concert in his letters to Franchomme (August 6, 1848) and
Grzymala (July 18, 1848).
About a month after the concert at which he played in Manchester, Chopin
gave one of his own in Glasgow. Here is what may be read in the Courier of
September 28 and previous days:—
Monsieur Chopin has the honour to announce that his Matinee
musicals will take place on Wednesday, the 27th September, in
the Merchant Hall, Glasgow. To commence at half-past two
o'clock. Tickets, limited in number, half-a-guinea each, and
full particulars to be had from Mr. Muir Wood, 42, Buchanan
Street.
The net profits of this concert are said to have been 60 pounds. Mr. Muir
Wood relates:—
I was then a comparative stranger in Glasgow, but I was told
that so many private carriages had never been seen at any
concert in the town. In fact, it was the county people who
turned out, with a few of the elite of Glasgow society. Being
a morning concert, the citizens were busy otherwise, and half-
a-guinea was considered too high a sum for their wives and
daughters.
No doubt Chopin's playing and compositions must have been to the good
Glasgow citizens of that day what caviare is to the general. In fact,
Scotland, as regards music, had at that period not yet emerged from its
state of primitive savagery. But if we may believe the learned critic in
the Glasgow Courier, Chopin's matinee was numerously attended, and the
audience, which consisted of "the beauty and fashion, indeed of the very
elite of the West-end," thoroughly enjoyed the playing of the
concert-giver and the singing of Madame Adelasio de Margueritte who
assisted him. I think the reader will be interested by the following
specimen of criticism for more than one reason:—
The performance was certainly of the highest order in point of
musical attainment and artistic skill, and was completely
successful in interesting and delighting everyone present for
an hour and a half. Visited as we now are by the highest
musical talent, by this great player and the other eminent
composer, it must be difficult for each successive candidate
for our patronage and applause to produce in sufficient
quantity that essential element to success—novelty; but M.
Chopin has proved satisfactorily that it is not easy to
estimate the capabilities of the instrument he handles with so
much grace and ingenuity, or limit the skill and power whose
magic touch makes it pour forth its sublime strains to
electrify and delight anew the astonished listener. M.
Chopin's treatment of the pianoforte is peculiar to himself,
and his style blends in beautiful harmony and perfection the
elegant, the picturesque, and the humorous. We cannot at
present descend to practical illustrations in proof of these
observations, but feel persuaded we only express the feelings
of all who attended yesterday when we say that the pianist
produces, without extraordinary effort, not only pleasing, but
new musical delights. Madame Adelasio has a beautiful voice,
which she manages with great ease and occasional brilliancy.
She sang several airs with much taste and great acceptance. We
may mention that all the pieces were rapturously applauded,
and the audience separated with expressions of the highest
gratification.
Clearly this critic was not without judgment, although his literary taste
and skill leave much to be desired. That there were real Chopin
enthusiasts in Glasgow is proved by an effusion, full of praise and
admiration, which the editor received from a correspondent and inserted on
September 30, two days after the above criticism. But, without indulging
our curiosity further, we will now take our leave of Glasgow and Glasgow
critics.
On October 4, Chopin gave an evening concert in Edinburgh. Here is the
programme:—
HOPETOUN ROOMS, QUEEN STREET.
MONSIEUR CHOPIN'S SOIREE MUSICALE.
Programme.
1. Andante et Impromptu.
2. Etudes.
3. Nocturne et Berceuse.
4. Grande Valse Brillante.
5. Andante precede d'un Largo.
6. Preludes, Ballade, Mazurkas et Valses.
To commence at half-past eight o'clock. Tickets,
limited to number, half-a-guinea each. To be had, &c.
Mrs. Lyschinski told me that this concert was chiefly attended by the
nobility. Half-a-guinea had never been charged for admission to a concert
(which is probably overstating the case), and Chopin was little known.
Miss Stirling, who was afraid the hall might not be filled, bought fifty
pounds' worth of tickets. The piano on which Chopin played (one sent by
Broadwood, and used in Glasgow as well as in Edinburgh) was afterwards
sold for 30 pounds above the price. Thus, at any rate, runs the legend.
In the Edinburgh Courant, which contained on September 30 and on other
days an advertisement similar to the Glasgow one (with the addition of a
programme, consisting, however, only of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 6th items
of the one above given), there appeared on October 7, 1848, a notice of
the concert, a part of which may find a place here:—
This talented pianist gratified his admirers by a performance
on Wednesday evening in the Hopetoun Rooms, where a select and
highly fashionable audience assembled to welcome him on his
first appearance in Edinburgh...Chopin's compositions have
been too long before the musical portion of Europe, and have
been too highly appreciated to require any comment, further
than that they are among the best specimens of classical
excellence in pianoforte music. Of his execution we need say
nothing further than that it is the most finished we have ever
heard. He has neither the ponderosity nor the digital power of
a Mendelssohn, a Thalberg, or Liszt; consequently his
execution would appear less effective in a large room; but as
a chamber pianist he stands unrivalled. Notwithstanding the
amount of musical entertainment already afforded the Edinburgh
public this season, the rooms were filled with an audience
who, by their judicious and well-timed applause, testified
their appreciation of the high talent of Monsieur Chopin.
An Edinburgh correspondent of the Musical World, who signs himself "M.,"
confirms (October 14, 1848) the statements of the critic of the Courant.
From this communication we learn that one of the etudes played was in F
minor (probably No. 2 of Op. 25, although there are two others in the same
key—No. 9 of Op. 10 and No. 1 of Trois Etudes without opus number).
The problematical Andante precede d'un Largo was, no doubt, a
juxtaposition of two of his shorter compositions, this title being chosen
to vary the programme. From Mr. Hipkins I learned that at this Chopin
played frequently the slow movement from his Op. 22, Grande Polonaise
preceded d'un Andante Spianato.
And now we will let Chopin again speak for himself.
Chopin to Grzymala; Keir, Perthshire, Sunday, October 1, 1848:—
No post, no railway, also no carriage (not even for taking the
air), no boat, not a dog to be seen—all desolate, desolate!
My dearest friend,—Just at the moment when I had already
begun to write to you on another sheet, your and my sister's
letters were brought to me. Heaven be thanked that cholera has
hitherto spared them. But why do you not write a word about
yourself? and yet to you corresponding is much easier than to
me; for I have been writing to you daily for a whole week
already—namely, since my return from northern Scotland
(Strachur [FOOTNOTE: A small town, eight miles south of
Inveraray, in Argyleshire.])—without getting done. I know,
indeed, that you have an invalid in Versailles; for Rozaria
[FOOTNOTE: Mdlle. de Rozieres.] wrote to me that you had paid
her a visit, and then in great haste had gone to an invalid in
Versailles. I hope it is not your grandfather or grandchild,
or one of your dear neighbours, the Rochanskis. Here one hears
as yet nothing of cholera, but in London it appears already
here and there.
With your letter, which I received at Johnstone Castle, and in
which you informed me that you had been with Soli [FOOTNOTE: I
suppose Solange, Madame Clesinger, George Sand's daughter.] at
the Gymnase Theatre, there came at the same time one from
Edinburgh, from Prince Alexander Czartoryski, with the news
that he and his wife had arrived, and that he would be very
glad to see me. Although tired, I at once took the train and
found them still in Edinburgh. Princess Marcelline was as kind
as she always is to me. The intercourse with them reanimated
me, and gave me strength to play in Glasgow, where the whole
haute volee had gathered for my concert. The weather was
magnificent, and the princely family had even come from
Edinburgh with little Marcel, who is growing nicely, and sings
already my compositions, yes, and even corrects when he hears
someone making mistakes. It was on Wednesday afternoon, at 3
o'clock, and the princely couple did me the kindness to accept
along with me an invitation to a dinner at Johnstone Castle
(by the way, twelve English miles from Glasgow) after the
concert; in this way, then, I passed the whole day with them.
Lord and Lady Murray and the old Lord Torphichen (who had come
a distance of a hundred miles) drove also thither with us, and
the next day all were quite charmed with the amiability of
Princess Marcelline. The princely pair returned to Glasgow,
whence, after a visit to Loch Tamen, [FOOTNOTE: There is no
such loch. Could it possibly be Loch Lomond? Loch Leven seems
to me less likely.] they wished to go back at once to London,
and thence to the Continent. The Prince spoke of you with
sincere kindness. I can very well imagine what your noble soul
must suffer when you see what is now going on in Paris. You
cannot think how I revived, how lively I became that day in
the society of such dear countrymen; but to-day I am again
very depressed. O, this mist! Although, from the window at
which I write, I have before me the most beautiful view of
Stirling Castle—it is the same, as you will remember, which
delighted Robert Bruce—and mountains, lochs, a charming park,
in one word, the view most celebrated for its beauty in
Scotland; I see nothing, except now and then, when the mist
gives way to the sun. The owner of this mansion, whose name is
Stirling, is the uncle of our Scotch ladies, and the head of
the family. I made his acquaintance in London; he is a rich
bachelor, and has a very beautiful picture-gallery, which is
especially distinguished by works of Murillo and other Spanish
masters. He has lately even published a very interesting book
on the Spanish school; he has travelled much (visited also the
East), and is a very intelligent man. All Englishmen of note
who come to Scotland go to him; he has always an open house,
so that there are daily on an average about thirty people at
dinner with him. In this way one has opportunities of seeing
the most different English beauties; lately there was, for
instance, for some days a Mrs. Boston here, but she is already
gone. As to dukes, earls, and lords, one now sees here more of
them than ever, because the Queen has sojourned in Scotland.
Yesterday she passed close by us by rail, as she had to be at
a certain time in London, and there was such a fog on the sea
that she preferred to return from Aberdeen to London by land,
and not (as she had come) by boat—to the great regret of the
navy, which had prepared various festivities for her. It is
said that her consort, Prince Albert, was very much pleased at
this, as he becomes always sea-sick on board, while the Queen,
like a true ruler of the sea, is not inconvenienced by a
voyage. I shall soon have forgotten Polish, speak French like
an Englishman, and English like a Scotchman—in short, like
Jawurek, jumble together five languages. If I do not write to
you a Jeremiad, it is not because you cannot comfort me, but
because you are the only one who knows everything; and if I
once begin to complain, there will be no end to it, and it
will always be in the same key. But it is incorrect when I
say: "always in the same key," for things are getting worse
with me every day. I feel weaker; I cannot compose, not for
want of inclination, but for physical reasons, and because I
am every week in a different place. But what shall I do? At
least, I shall save something for the winter. Invitations I
have in plenty, and cannot even go where I should like, for
instance, to the Duchess of Argyll and Lady Belhaven, as the
season is already too far advanced and too dangerous for my
enfeebled health. I am all the morning unable to do anything,
and when I have dressed myself I feel again so fatigued that I
must rest. After dinner I must sit two hours with the
gentlemen, hear what they say, and see how much they drink.
Meanwhile I feel bored to death. I think of something totally
different, and then go to the drawing-room, where I require
all my strength to revive, for all are anxious to hear me.
Afterwards my good Daniel carries me upstairs to my bedroom,
undresses me, puts me to bed, leaves the candle burning, and
then I am again at liberty to sigh and to dream until morning,
to pass the next day just like the preceding one. When I have
settled down in some measure, I must continue my travels, for
my Scotch ladies do not allow me—to be sure with the best
intentions in the world—any rest. They fetch me to introduce
me to all their relations; they will at last kill me with
their kindness, and I must bear it all out of pure amiability.—
Your
FREDERICK.
Chopin to Gutmann; Calder House, October 16, 1848 (twelve miles from
Edinburgh):—