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f- -fc5e ev. IT never happens that an artlat who achieves a sensational musical success In America Is without bis detractors. Paderewskl has his. Kubellk bas bean 7t inore severely attacked. Even Hme.

Schu-mann-Helnk falls to win tbe unqualified approval of all sections of the musical public. 80 it is no surprise that Dr. Ludwlg Wuell-ner, whose song recitals are tbe sensation of the present season, should have among his many hearers those who find his art unattractive. As with Padere-wskl. Kubeltk, 'and Mme.

Schumann-Helnk, Dr. Wuellner's critics are to be fouod in greatest numbers in tbe ranks of ibe profession he so eminently dignifies with his art. And this, in turn. Is entirely natural Singers are, of all clases of musicians, the one most prone to prejudice and narrowness. They worship technic.

They have iht-lr hard and fast Ideas upon all matters of tone production and placing, breath control, and all the other essentials of the technic of singing that are vitally Important to them and of no Interest whatsoever to tbe public at large. Whtn a singer who habitually disregards these canons of tbe art, as sunie claim, or ouly partially conforms to them, as all admit. Is greeted wiita uch unbound! enthusiasm by tbe public, as it has been Dr. Wuellner's good fortune to arouse, tni are so offended at his transgressions of the laws of song that they fail utterly to discover the sources of the power and beauty el his an. That tbey thereby mire some valuable lessons goes without saying, for it Is obvious that some great and vital force is back of Or.

Wuellner's success. It is not a great name, for Dr. Wuellner Is hardly known outside of his native Germany, and has en-Joyed 00 such sensational exploitation as was given Kubellk. Neither has he achieved a reputation In opera, such aa enabled Mme. Echumann-Htlnk and Mme.

SemLrlrh to begin their American careers. Dr. Vu lln, r' success is there, as even his detractors must admit. They cannot explain it on any grounds but a recognition of tie wonderful dramatic power of his art. EoTht are obliged to discredit lhat, together witli hls'vocal abilities, which are admittedly not great, and this they seek to accomplish by declaring him hysterical, unwholesome, and insincere.

For myself. I must confess that I have more faith In the intuitions For the benefit of subscribers who do not understand how this department Is conducted. explanation Is made. Perhaps you, now a man or woman of 60, remember that your grandmother uied to sing a song with xtbe line in It somewhere, you and I were young." but you do not recall the name of tbe song or any more of the words. Therefore you send to tbls department a request to be printed, asking if any other render knows the song The request Is very likely to meet the eye of a peraon who does know the song.

He or she very kindly copies the words, sends them to this department, and tbe words are printed. Many of these poems snd songs are copied from memory, snd are, perhaps, sometimes not quite correct, but, even so, it is better thsn not having them st sll, and every one does tbe best he or she csn. Some of these poems snd songs sre old and some are not; some poems are of the b.st clsss of literature and some are not. Some contributors sre old, some are young. This department is designed to plesse the tsste of everybody, snd its popularity continues to grow.

Requests snd poems sre printed In the order in which tbey sre received. PLEASE WRITE ONLY ON ONE SIDE OK THE PAPER. LOST lae' Mare to Be Pltlea Thaa Ceaaarea. In an old ronctrt hall on the bowery. At a table were eated one Bight.

A crowd of young 'ell-s carousing- To them tued cheerful and brifttrt. At the very next wa sealed; A slri who had fallen to shame. The young f-llom co(Tfd at her weaknecs I'ntll they beard a.l jjld woman explain: Chorus Is more to be pitied than censured. More to be helped than dtapised. tin is only a Uwle who ventured tin the dark, stent iy pathway of life.

Do not scorn her with words fierce snd bitter; Don't laua-h at her vhame and downfall; For a moment you atoo to consider. A man waa the caue of it all." In an aid fashion churvi round th The neighbors ail gathered one flay; The parron was preach Ins: sermon. O'er a soul that bad lust iwaaed away: It was the very earn sir I front the bowery. Who's soul from this dark world bad fled. DM the minister scotr at ber weakness? Ko, be asked for God's bles-lns and said: Chorus.

ateer Straight for Me, Fat her. I remember a voice which enoe guided my way, when toaaed on the sea foam, enshrouded 1 lay. Twa the voice of a child aa be stood on the shore, And It sounded so clearly o'er tbe dark billows' roar: "Come this way, my father, steer straight forme, Ber tare on tbe shore 1 gm waiting tor thee. I remember that voice aa It led ear lone way Mid rocks and thre' breakers and blab eaabina spray. How sweet to my heart did It sound from the share As It echoed no clearly o'sr the darax billow rear: Cesne this way.

say father, steer straight for me. r.c -i MM 4 jcyr yjBrgi Ar of the public than to believe that an unwholesome and Insincere art can achieve such unprecedented recognition as bas been accorded Dr. Wuellner's song recitals. Neither am I Inclined to wish his detractors to share In tbe good fortune that waa mine recently and have them meet and talk with Dr. Wuellner.

Yet could they have that privilege tbe cry of hysteria and Insincerity would be stilled forever. For among the great artists of the world today, and In that illustrious company one must number Wuellner, there la not to be found one whose personality Is so TIIR INTER OCEAX, SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY, 3,. 1909. mi AND FOUND POEMS AND SONGS WHICH YOU Here safe on the shore I am waiting for thee." I remember my Joy aa I held to my breast The form of that dear one and soothed It to rest. For the tones of my child sounded soft In my ear: "I called you.

dear fatber, snd I knew you would hear The voice of your darling as you tossed on the ea. While safe on the shore 1 was waiting for thee." That voice la now buabed. which then led our lone way. The form I then pressed Is now mingling with clay. But the tone of my child still sound In my ear: "I am caiiln: you.

fatber. O. can you not hear Tie voice or your aarnng as you toas on Hie a sear Here iiafe on tbls ihore I am waiting for thee. Come thl way. my father, ateer atraight fur me.

Here safely in heaven 1 am waiting for thee." Fallea by the Wayside. A handsome, noble looking man came walking- down the street. Beside him strolled a little girl so beautiful aad weet. Unconscious of the many eyes that lovingly ware cast On tbe handsome father and bla happy child. From o'er tha way there came a lady with burning tears.

That seemed to blind ber eyes as on the child she gased; "Oh. look. papa, there comes mamma." cried the little Innocent. But the father quickly drew hi babe away. Refrain: She has fallen by the wayside, she has gone beyond recall.

There's nn hand outstretched to save her. not a friend that she can call; -Ev'ry door is closed against ber. not soul for ber will mourn. She has fallen by the wayside, she has gone beyond recall. Down the street there goes a maiden, dressed with Jewels bright and rare, But the eyes that ebon so brightly how they tell of wee and care Stops a one time friend and whispers to nwe passing oy, "Look, there's Joale," than they turn away aa sigh.

Tl but a year since she was witb ns. A merry maiden, oh. so happy, and with true friend by the score. But she left them for another life, her mother's prayer were vain In our hearts she's dead to us forevermore. Refrain.

la a quiet little cottage, standi ns back among the trees. Growing Ivy twining 'round the porch, the path- ways strewn with leaves. -t Ithin tne cosy parlor, gathered 'round the nre- aide. Can be seen tbe saddened family at borne. Pressed cloae axalnat the cottage window.

A tear stained face Is looking straight wlthla ITpon tbe loved ones all; "Take me home." tbe poor child murmurs. It comes from a breaking heart. But their Joste she had gone beyond recall. Refrain. a Xoalllty.

BY ALICE CARY. True worth Is la being, sot teeming la doing each day that goes by Some little eood. not In dreamina Ot great things to do by and by. For whatever men say la blindness S4 jeJBiC simple, so sincere, and so free from all thought of pose. This la tbe mora remarkable since Dr.

Wuellner was for years one of Germany's foremost actors, and tbe people of tbe stage are prone to assume all manner of affectations and Insincerities. I found Dr. Wuellner restlessly pacing his room, overcome with the news of tbe Italian earthquake. It came closer to blm than to most of uk, since bis summer home Is situated in the vicinity of Messina and tbe parents of his valet live in the bouse and act as caretakera. A few simple words expressed bis sympathy witb the stricken, people.

Half And spite of the fancies of youth. There's nothing kingly a kindness. And nothing so royal aa truth. We get back our mete as we measure. We cannot do wrong and feel tight.

Nor can we give pain and gain pleasure. For Justice avenges each slight. The sir for the wing of the sparrow. The bu-h for the robin and wren. But alwav th path that I narrow And iiialghtrar th children of men.

We cannot make bargain for blisses. Nor catch them Ilk flphes In net: For always tha thing our Ufa misses Help more then the thing which It gets. For aood lleth not In pursuing. Nor gaining of great nor of small. But Just In the doing and doing As we would be done by.

Is all. Through envy, through malice, through hating. Agalnft the world esrlr and lata. No Jot of our courage abating Our nart I to work and to wait. And allaht I the string of his trouble Who winning era lets tbsa hie worts.

For he who 1 honest Is noble. Whatever his fortunes or birth. The Chatswerth Wreak. From city, town, snd hamlst. There cam a nappy throng To view th great Niagara; With Joy thy sped along, Tbe maiden and ber lover.

The hurbend and the wire. And merry prattling children 8o full of Joyous Ufa. Chorus: But. eh. how much of sorrow.

But, oh, how much ot pain. Awaited those who Journeyed oa Tbat fated railway train. With hand upon tbe lever And along the track." Tbe engineer is While shades of night are black, They pass the town of Chatswortb And rush into the room; On, could some power have stopped them fc-r they bad reached tbalr doom. For see the smoldering embers Tbat lie along that ridge; God, In pity stop them, It la th railroad bridge I Too late to turn the lever, -Too It te to stop th train, Too late to soothe tbe sorrow Too late to ease the pain. A mighty crash of timber.

A. sound ot hissing steam, Th groans and ories of SAguish, 'i woman's stifled scream: -f Th dead aad dying mi a led With broken beams and bars, Aa awful human carnage, -i i 4 oreadful wreck of cars! AJl honor to th heroes-' '1 Who flames and fury fought All throng that night of Terror, A glory dearly bought, --As o'er the land and water Thls thrilling messsgs crossed; "Th bridge was burned at ChaUwerth. A hundred Uvea wsrS lost," --'r KaaaTa Ark. Old Noah he built himself aa arL -There's one wide river la esalsT -i a dosen sentences served to convey a graphic word picture of Messina and lis environment, and while he spoke I had ample opportunity to study tbe man. Tbe tall, spare frame; the large, awkard hands, that nevertheless suggest power and capability, remind one of that great American hero, Lincoln.

And the face, particularly in repose, heightens tbe suggestion. None of tbe pictures Is like blm, nor does one gain a correct impression of him oa the stage. Indeed, on tbe stage he is not Wuellner. but any number ofpeople a different character, sometimes two or three characters, for each song. This same mobility of expression pussies one when speaking to him.

So when be bsd raid all tbat was to be said about the Sicilian dissster I let the conversation languish for nomeet that I might study his face In repose. A sadder face 1 have never sees. It suggests a life Oiled with spiritual struggle, not unacquainted with failure and bitter disappointment. However tbat may be. Dr.

Wuellner takes a very simple and unaffected pleasure in bis success, which exceeds all bis expectations. 7 "It was at tbe suggestion of Mr. von Bos, my accompanist, tbat I ventured to visit America." said Dr. Wuellner. "For many years he bas urged me, and I hesitated long.

To be frank, I was not optimistic about my reception. All singers who bsve succeeded here have possessed grest voices and have come to you supported by a reputation In opera. Tour public expectsgreat voices, and my voice la not (rest. "It Is great If one compare it with your offerings of twelve yesrs ago." I ventured. "You have heard me twelve years ago And you And the voice better?" he queried.

"That pleases me immensely. I have studied constantly Just to that end. For the interpretative side of my art I never bad to work hard. That is tbe result of an instinct, a gift, for which I am not responsible. When I began one could with Justice call me 'the singer without a voice.

And yon reel now that tbat is not tbe case? "You see. I am one of those unfortunate nersons who matured Ute, .1 was a quiet. I studious, and.retirlng youth, and until I was SO I never begas to live. I was dreaming al-j ways. Even when I became an actor I still Hs built it all of hickory bark.

There's one wide river te cross! Chorus- There' one wide river, aad tbat wide rtver la Jordan. There' one wide There's one wide river to cross. The snlmals went In one by one, There's one wide rtver to Cress! And Japbet with a big beat drum. There one wide river to cross! The animals went la two by two. There's one wlds river to cross! The elephant and the kangaroo, There oae wide river to cross I The animal went In three by three.

'There's one wide river to cross I The hippopotamus and th bumble bee. There's one wide river to cress! Th animals, went In five by Ave. There' one wide river to cross I 8 hem. Ham. and Japhet and their wives, Tbare'a one wide river to cross! And when he found he bad no sell.

There's one wide river to cross! Just ran up hi old coattall. There's one wide rlvsr to cross I And ss tbey talked on this snd that, -There's one wlda river to cross 1 Tbe ark It bumped on Ararat, There's one wide river to cross! ru think there's another But there ain't I There's oae wids river to cross! I Asa Isddeat Whew I slavey. You think I have a merry heart Because my songs are gay. But. ah.

they were aU taught tome By friends now fsr away. The birds return their silvery noSSS, Tbe bondage chains Its wing. Its song Is now a nappy one. I am saddest when! sing. I beard It first tn that sweet home I never more shall see.

Aad now eaob song of Joy has got A plaintive tone for me. Alas His vain In winter time To stock the song of spring. lUch note reoah some wltivsred teat I'm saddest wbea I sing. Of all the friends I need te tore Mr heart remains alone. Its fretful voice still seems te be An echo of my own.

My tsars, when I bend o'er It WU1 fasl upon Ha strings. Tst those who hear me little thiak I'm saddeet whan I alng. Vi My Ltttlo Oeorlsi Haaa. BY ROBERT F. RODEN.

In a Georgia towa I met, On a day rll ne'er forget. Tbe sweat. Southern lass whom fats dseissd rd wed. When she gently whispered. "Tea," Nothing oouid my Joy espress.

For that was the sweetest word that e'er was said. Her old father said: "My boy; May vour live he flll'd with kiv Tao 'twill break my heart, this plan that propose-. -v yea lived Id a dream. I felt tbat I bad not discovered my true vocation: that something else eventually would open to me that would offer a more satisfying career. In tbe nteaa-tlem I pursued music as an amateur, because I loved It and eould not live without it.

You see. my childhood and youth were apent in a musical environment. You have beard of my father, of course. He waa a great musician far greater than I can ever hope to be. One of mr greatest Joys Is to meet In America so msny eminent musicians who were his pupils at one time or another.

Mr. Stock is one at ihrra And I remember. In Dresden. Mme. who was Just then begin ning her operstlc career, was frequently a guest at our bouse.

She prepared her first grest role. Aszuceaa, under my father's guidance. Now she has returned to Germany and Is being received with as much enthusiasm as ever you Americans have lavished upon her. "My father preaerved his youth and his enthusiasm to the last. He was aa much interested la.

a Strauss symphonic poem as In a Beethoven symphony. And It was his Influence tbat eventually made me turn to music, teut I hesitated long, and as a result have had to work the Just thes we were Interrupted by a loud halloo, and Mr. von Boa burst Into tbe room. "Mr. von Bos always makes a noisy entrance In private." ssid Dr.

Wuellnt r. "What Is the matter now?" "Your villa in Sicily baa been destroyed In tbe earthquake," chanted the Joyous Mr. von Bos. "Really?" exclaimed Dr. Wuellner.

"Well, the manager has telegraphed tbe New York papers to tbst effect," replied the Imperturbable Mr. von Boa. "Why have a Villa In Sicily and an earthquake If one can't destroy the other when you are concertlxing In America? Isn't tbls the land of tbe advertiser?" "But we don't know tbat It Is true, and even If It Is the publio Is not Interested la It," said Dr. Wuellner. thoroughly angry.

I don't like such methods." 'Custom of tbe replied Mr. von Bos. "Manager must earn his salary. Anyway. I he telegram bas been sent, so It la too late to protest." Nevertheless Dr.

Wuellner did protest at All the sunsblne la my life Will depart when she's your wife, when you carry north my little Georgia Chorus: "Rose Is a Southern lassie. You're from tbe North," he said. "But if she loves you dearly You and my lass shall wed. North girls may be fairer. oui no i.wfH uv.w Promise that yoe will ever be true To my little Georgia Koee.

When I took his Rose away For a whUe he wrote each day. Then tbe letters seldom came, his leva ta tell: And we grieved to learn at last That his health was falling fast, eo we Journeyed South for oft Ion, last farewell. "Life seems empty now." be said. flln nw rferllne a Jilla a Kr Tho' her happiness I never would nun uaj oar nwr nuincf wj She was always by my side Till you took away my little Oeeraia Vktr the Msralfeg Glertee Twtae. Dcwn In New England, far.

far away. Back to th bomeateedon tha hlu. Oft In my fancy fondly I stray. Dreaming alone when all Is still. I see them standing, the ones 1 love dear, There in the moon? a gntle shins, I beer their voices calling to me, Down where th morning glories twine.

Chorus: Now tbe earn eld moon la shining And the roses bloom aa fair. And the same dear hearts are pining They are waiting for me there. -Mother dear will come to meet me And a sweetheart's klas will greet me Where the morning glories twine Around the same old door. Down In New England, far. far away, Picture a mother filled with Joy Greeting ber lost one, Just near her say: Kiss me again.

I lov my See there my sweetheart, her eyes filled with tsars. Tightly bar hand clasped in mine; Two heart are breaking, waiting for me, Down where tbe morning glories twine. Tka Sailer Grave. Our bark was far far from the land When the noblest of our gallant bead EST, dly pale aad Pined a way tbe tw; 1 light of a stormy day. Ws watched htm through long hears of pain.

We hoped for health, but we hoped in Win. At tbe stroke of death he gave no alarm, But smiled and died la his shipmate's arms. bad mo costly winding sheet, But pieced two round shot at bis head aad feet. He looked so snug and slept so sound Thabejooked Ilk a kina la bis abroad, asarbls There was many a tear oa the bravest cheek wa sank him down in the water in aot i Am i Aa we placed tbe ft oa tne breast of ta brave. Aad ae wae nt for a bero a grave.

One splash, one plunge, and tbe task was o'er. And the water as tbey rolled beor, But many a wild prayer went up from the brave As ws sank him to a sailor's grave. Calare. Let sae anew these balls to roe, Amp length, and was so obviously displeased that it was with difficulty that he could be persuaded to talk of his art again. Reference to lbs act that bis bouse for Saturday waa already sold out, and the manager's efforts for publicity therefore unnecessary, served to recall him to tbe responsibilities of tbe forthcoming program, which evidently weighed upon him.

"I wonder if you will like my 'Dichterllebe" Interpretation. he said. "I think you will find It different from the usual conception In that I have aougbt to read It In tbe spirit of Heine rather than la Schumann style. I Bad It sarcastic and bitter rather than poetic and sentimental, and with Mr. von Bos at the pisno I can safely lesve tbe expression of tbV Schumaunesque qualities to blm.

Too frequently tbe poet is lost In tbe composer. Each should have equal representation." therewith Dr. Wuellner proclaimed his artistic creed, and Its declaration lost nothing because It was made thus incidentally. What more be bad to say of bis program, of the rhythmical and musical characteristics of Hugo Wolf, for example; of tbe necessity of rhythmical accuracy on the part of the singer, acd of the prevalent abuse by singers of "tempo rubato," became of relative unimportance, la the light of this one statement. I waat to.

repeat It for tbe benefit of almost all his fellow singers: frequently the poet is lost sight of in tbe composer. Each should have equal representation." Tlaasaaa Meaaarlal Pntraa. The Thomas orchestra will pay tribute to the memory of Its Illustrious founder In Its concerts Friday afternoon snd Saturday evening. Wllhelm Mlddelscbulte will be the soloist, presenting for tbe first time in this country Friedrlch Klose's prelude and double fugue on a theme by Bruckner for organ, four trumpets, and four trombones. Tbe retire program Is as follows Prelude.

Choral and Kugue Bacb-Abert Symphony No. t. minor, op. Stt Brahms Prelude ami double lugue. on a theme by Bruckner, tor organ, lour trumpets, and four trombones nrat time in America) Friedrlch Kloee Tone poem.

"Death and Transfiguration. Strauss Mareaeel Taaar. Mme. Blanche tbe daughter of Matbllde Marchesl, tbe Marquise de la Ra-Jata. of Paris, and teacher of Melba.

Calve. Eames. and Gerster herself a noted soprano and teacher of singing, arrived In Near York from Europe Dec. 21 on the White Star liner Baltic. She was met at the dock by many of tbe Metropolitan arrd Manhattan grand opera stars, and J.

Saanders Gordon, associate manager with Mr. Harry B. Thearle for her tour of tbe United States. Canada, the Bahamas. Cuba, and Mexico.

Her opening song recital which comprised works of tbe best English, French, German, and Italian composers took plsee in conjunction with tbe St. Paul Symphony orchestra at St. Paul Dec. 17. at the Auditorium of tbat city.

Her next concert occurs In the Studebaker theater this sfternoon, at o'clock, under the direction of F. Wight Neumann, with the following program: Air from "Ttie M. von Weber Btst du be I mlrT J. 8. Bach I.

Vloletl gcartattt "Have You Seen a White Lib Grow?" Anonymous I Nrmph and Shepherd" Purrel) The Ia With the Delicate Air" Dr. Arna "The Dead KtRhtlnrale" Lisa "Why So Pale Are the Rosea Tachafkomtky "A Dream" Urtear 8lcurd Ue "Nlemand hat geaeton" Carl toewe "DefTodUs" Dora Bright "A Dream of Mir" Hawley "Outtln- Rui-he-' Wllleby Bird on "The Wood Pis-eon." "The Tellow- hammer. The Owl" Ihmann mea vers" Reynatdo Halm Mandoline Debussy Serenade Gounod "April Morn" Robert Batten Mme. Marcbesl's tour tskee in sll of the Important cities of the United States and Canada in many placea appearing in con-Junction with symphony orchestras. She Is also booked for appearances st Nssssu.

in the Bahamas: at Santiago de Cuba. Havana, and tbe grester cities of Mexico. She is accompanied by the brilliant Belgian pianist, Etrahm Van den, Berg. TTa Daairsee Orrhntra. Mr.

Walter Damrorch and his New York Symphony orchestra will be beard at Orchestra hall next Sunday afternoon. Jan. 10. trndter the of F. Wight Neumann in a program made up largely of Wagner compositions.

Mr. Damroecb will conduct for the MAY REMEMBER. Three I have. red. yellow, blue.

I take tbe bine one in my bsnd And see bow quietly it can stand. Tbls one here, remember what's said, I known to by the color, red. Tbe one rhaVe tart, thla little fellow. Do you know Its name? Why. yea.

'tla yellow. And this. I now hold ap to you. Is the name of a fruit and color too (orange). This color you la aU grass hsve seen.

Yes, inal'a right, 'tla tbe color green: A aweet little flower we (dust not forget. Bear the name of thla color, 'tla violet. 1st tha City Slsrfae aaa Tears, "Papa, tell me where Is mamma," Cried a little chUd one day. "I'm so lonely here without her. Tell me why she went away.

You don't know how much I'm longing For her loving good-night ktaa. Papa placed his arms around her As he softly whispered this: Chorus "Down In the city of 1ghs and Tears, Under tbe white lights' glare. Down in the city of Sighs and Tears, You'll And your mamina there. Wandering alone where each smiling fees Hide Its story -of lost careers. And perhaps she Is dreaming of you tonight la the city ot sighs aad Tears." See a little white robed flgure Slowly cilmb tbe oaken stair.

Papa enter la tbe doorway Aa abe lisps her evening prayer. As be kneels beside his darling He can bear ber softly any. "May the angels guard my la that city far away." Let Ma Go. Words and music by th Rev. I Hart sough.

Mount Vernon. Iowa. Let me go where the ealnts are going. Te the mansions of th blest. Let me ge where my Redeemer Has prepared bla people's rest.

would gala the realms of brightness. Where they dwell forevermore. I would Join the friends that wait me Out la tbe other sbore. Refrain: Let me go. tls Jesus calls me.

me gam the realms of day, Bear me oat angel pinions. Lease my soul to be away. Let me go where none are Vfoere is raise a no wait ot let me go and bat be my ptrlt la me raptures angels a Let me go, for bliss eUraal Lines mv aoul a wa awav And the Victor's song triumphant i nruia any aaaix. 1 cannot stay. I net rain.

Let go. why should I tarry? What haa earth to bind ma haraT What but oarea and toils and sorrow aat but seats and pain and fear jt me go xor nope moat cneriaaed Bleated round an often lie. Oh. I-w gathered brightest flowers But to see them fad aad die. RefralB.

Let go where tears and alghlagt Are forevermore unknown. Where tbe Joyous songs of story first time la America Elgar symphony. Tbls Is the first symphonic, work from pen, aad not ouly do the critics declare that it Is absolutely different from all ot Kl car's previous but they all agree that It la aa absolutely new departure In tfc field of symphonic music Besides Sir Edward Elgsr's symphony Id A fiat, op. 66, ttm program will Prelude to T-4easrin Waj The Marie of at. John's Kve.

from "Die Meiateraina-er' Waj glrarfrted srats throe rh tbe flame lo awaken tna aleeMnar Brunnhikle Pre I ode to "Die Meuueralaser" Waner Walter Spry Ttate Aftersiatoa. Walter 8 pry. pianist aad teacher, win give -bis anaual recital thla afternoon im Music hall under the direction of F. Wight Neumann, at Mr. Spry will be assisted by Alexander Krsuse, vsolinlst.

member of tbe Theodore Thomas orchestra. Tbe program Is aa follows: Sonata la major for plana and vtoUo. op. TV Brail me Messrs. pry and Krauaa.

Variation aerteueea. o. Mendebnoba Punerailtea No. I Ltaxt Spinning- eona act N( tgrnt In flat. op.

27. Mo. Cnopus Vale. A flat, op. 43 Ckopiat Mr.

6 pry. Rondo brilliant, op. v. for plane and Schubert Messrs. Spry aad Krauaa.

afcrMe-rleeaa Presraa. Ossia Gabrtlo witsch. Russian piano virtuoso, will be beard in a recital Sunday afternoon, Jan. 17. In Music ball, under the' direction of F.

Wight Neumann. His preprogram will contain: Rondo. A minor Moaart Sonata. minor, op. Beethovea Variations aertewaea Piurhtaale.

minor, op. 17.......... Schumana Impromptu. A Oat major Choeia Nocturne. major Chopin Klade.

major Mazurka. Chopin Scherao, Gavotte, A mtor Glack-Brabma Etude. "If I Were a Hansen Meiodie. minor, op. Gabrilowitars venaia a Xkapoil.

tarantella Wwellaer Fsrartli Prasraa. Dr. Ludwlg Wuellner will give a fourth recital In Musie hall Thursday evening, Jan. under the. direction of F.

Wight Neumann. Mr. Wuellner sttracted. audiences at his previous recitals which tested tbe capacity ot Music hall, and hundreds of people were unable to procure tickets. Therefore the management advises sll those who deeire to hsar Dr.

Wuellner to secure their seats at once. Dr. Wuelloer will again be assisted by bla fsmous accompanist Coenraad V. Bos, ana bas prepared the following program: "TotengTabera rim wen" fCralirherV 'Dte fctauV' (Hetne). "Prometbeusr' (Goethe) Schubert Der Page" (Getbel).

"Zwei Venezlanlcbe Laedchen" (Thomas Moore), Der Sand- mann" (Ktetke). "Der Hptehnann" (Ande r- eeti). "A uatraare" Larri), "Pranllna aacbt" Schumann "Llebe im 8chnee" Hxoertin). "Keue" (Gelbel Felix Welncartaer 'Drel Wanderer" (Buse) liana Hermann "FnthllrurafeJar" Heine) Richard Ktraass "Ana den Navehtllede Zaralatutra's (Nietaacbet Arnold Mendelaaoaa "Deutache VoUtalleder" (selection, musical aettina; for piano) Brahms "Sast mlr, scbunstc Sehafrln. "Die Sonne arhelnt nlcht mehr." "Pelnsltebcben du sollst." "Ich vels mirn MaldJtln." "Jrh Moder.

Ich well en Dinar ban tCotoame Idiom). Pewell-Haaalla Ceaeert. The following is tbe program cf the Maut Powell and George Hamlin concert which will take place In the Grand opera-bous Sunday afternoon. Jan. 10, Sonata.

minor. "Devil' Trill" artlat Maud PowelL "Deeper, and Deeper Still" fWaft Htr. (rem "Jephlha" Handel Georae Hamlin. Andante from Hat cuoeerto. Moaart Maud Powell.

ta) Die Malnarht Brabme lb Komm Bald Brahma Ic) Sunn lag Brahms (d) I.iebltch Wang-en Brahms George Hamlin. Concerto. WleniawM Weep Yon No More" "The Faithless Shepherdess" Rocer Quiltee "Fair Houee Joy' From Seven Bltaabethan Lyric new). "In Maytlme" new "Sprint- Sons" Arthur Olaf Anderaea "Bird Raptures" (new) Kdwln George Hamlin. En Beteau Minute waits Chopia Scherao fantastique BaxxlaJ Maud Pom-ell.

Marler la Mlr Hall. Frederick Morley will play cumbers by Brahms. Cboplns. Borowskl. Sinlgaglla.

Debussy. Llsst. snd Satuer at bis piano recital In Music hall on Monday evening, Jan. 11. Call me to a happier home.

Let me go I'd cease this dying. I would gain Itfe's fairer plains. Let me Join the myriad harpers. Let me chant their rapturous streiasv. Refrain.

Let sne go. there I a glory Tbat my eoul hath longed te know. I am thirsting fur th waters That from crystal fountains flow. There Is where lb angels tarry, There tbe saints forever throng. There the bright nee wearies never.

There I'U sing redemptlon'n sesuj. Refrain. Let me go. oh. speed my Journey, Saints and seraphs lure away.

Oh I almost feel the raptures That belong to endless day. Oft methlnga I hear tbe el aging Tbat la only beard above. Let me go. oh. speed my Joarney.

Let me go where all is love. Refrain. POEMS WANTED. Chicago. To the Rditor.

I wonder if some ewe could (uratsb the words of an old song oallea "When Von aad I Were Young. Maggi' I have tried for years to get thi obi song. I am meob Interested In your oM songs and poem corner sad enjoy reading them every week. CP. ARTHUR.

4 Ritchie place. Woodstock. I1L Ts the Editor. Will some oae please send to this 1 part ent fur publication tbe song or.poesa, entitled "Life Is a Different Proposition After Also tbe poem. "Ilia's Dead Heal." which waaprtntd In The Hor-eman.

MICKY WELCH. Peoria. III." To the Editor. I ere tbat you de-Vote part of th- Sunday iesue to ltxt and Fesjad Poena and Bongs. Now I have lost something that line, a aong we used to alng In the army during the civil war.

I think It was entitled "Ml Piurlbua Unutn." I remember, one vers "Thougb many aad bright are the stars tbat aa- pear In the flag of oar country unfurled. And tbe stripes that were swelling in majesty tbe re Uke a rainbow adorning the world; Their lights are unsullied aa those In tbe sky; By the deeds that vur fathers bad done. And they're leagued in as true aad as boly a tie In the motto of many In one." It any of your readers can furnish the whole song 1 shall fed very tbaakrul. It haab en mssv Sears since sang that suns In tbe vamp or oa be anarch. I am now nearly year of age.

bat like to sing the old songs yet. L. SHOOK. 423 Livingston street. Warsaw.

the Editor WillVoa pleas ask some one to send in for publication the oV poem, Patch" These verses were In print -In the early 'eu'a. I wae a child then. I beard my elder slater repeat them, wa Paten waa a native of New York state. He had a mania fur Jumping -oft blah bridges', housetops, and so oa. People that know, who recited those verses ta district schools years ago.

can't remember even a Una of them. I also would Uke the words to a poem, a few Unea of which are: "Oh. doubly mournful Is the fate Which I am called oa to relate. Three gav young men In youthful bloom At once were hurried to thetomb. Likewise three maidens young and fair.

7 Also perished there." MRS. VIRGINIA NTJSBATJbt..