Notes Of A Pianist Ed By C Gottschalk Tr By Re Peterson

Author : Louis Moreau Gottschalk
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230383729
Total Pages : 166 pages
Book Rating : 4.3/5 (837 download)

DOWNLOAD NOW!

Download or read book Notes of a Pianist, Ed. by C. Gottschalk, Tr. by R. E. Peterson written by Louis Moreau Gottschalk and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 166 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Questo libro di storia potrebbe contenere numerosi refusi e parti di testo mancanti. Solitamente gli acquirenti hanno la possibilita di scaricare gratuitamente una copia scansionata del libro originale (senza refusi) direttamente dall'editore. Il libro e Non illustrato. 1881 edition. Estratto: ...The musical profession, under the influence of the bad effects of vanity and envy, have need of this instrument to turn aside its bad humours. The need of it was generally felt, and 'Dwight's paper' has been just the thing. En route for Baltimore. Our car is filled with very noisy soldiers, who sing songs; smelling also of the eternal whiskey. We do not at first pay any attention to it, but they begin to be very disagreeable. One begins to smoke, then a second--a third imitates him. We ask them to please abstain from it on account of Madam Variani and a young lady who accompanies her, to whom the smoke is disagreeable. They hasten to let us know, with a crowd of epithets taken from the blackguard's dictionary', that we are no gentlemen; that these are no ladies; that, being soldiers, they have a right to do as they please, and they would prove it to us. After this speech--more remarkable for its vulgarity than its logic--all the soldiers in the car commenced whistling, screaming, and howling, after the manner of the Chinese, or of savages when they wish to show their indomitable courage. An officer present prudently abstained from interfering--for many reasons. His first (which I consider bad, he gave us when we appealed to him) is that they are soldiers on furlough, and that he had hardly a right to control them. The second (which he did not give us, but which I confide in secret as being good) that the whiskey bottle, which for two hours has gone round in the vicious circle of our heroes, has made many drinking stations on his lips, and that an officer would be unwelcome to reclaim an authority which is drowned in a flood of spirits. "We will do whatever we...