At the Organ of The Paramount
Theatre, Manchester
IN THE LATE AUTUMN of 1874 Robert Louis Stevenson wrote to his friend Mrs. Sitwell that he had heard three pieces of great music. One was a Mozart symphony, ' thoroughly Mozartian, and of the colour and scent of rose leaves. The second was Cherubini's Overture to Anacreon ; and that seemed to me the colour of green bronze. I know you will not laugh at these far-fetched analogies of mine ; but for the third I can give you none. It was a " Jota aragonesa" by one Glinka ; and it was better than gold ; yea, than much fine gold. If you have a chance, go to hear it. It is the breath of man's nostrils '. Others, besides Stevenson,