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قراءة كتاب Musical Memories
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Contents
- Memories of My Childhood
- The Old Conservatoire
- Victor Hugo
- The History of an Opéra-Comique
- Louis Gallet
- History and Mythology in Opera
- Art for Art’s Sake
- Popular Science and Art
- Anarchy in Music
- The Organ
- Joseph Haydn and the “Seven Words”
- The Liszt Centenary at Heidelberg (1912)
- Berlioz’s Requiem
- Pauline Viardot
- Orphee
- Delsarte
- Seghers
- Rossini
- Jules Massenet
- Meyerbeer
- Jacques Offenbach
- Their Majesties
- Musical Painters
Illustrations
- The Master, Camille Saint-Saëns
- The Paris Opéra
- The First Performance of Déjanire
- M. Saint-Saëns in his Later Years
- The Madeleine where M. Saint-Saëns played the organ for twenty years
- Hector Berlioz
- Mme. Pauline Viardot
- Mme. Patti
- M. Jules Massenet
- Meyerbeer, Composer of Les Huguenots
- Jacques Offenbach
- Ingres, the painter famous for his violin
Chapter I
In bygone days I was often told that I had two mothers, and, as a matter of fact, I did have two—the mother who gave me life and my maternal great-aunt, Charlotte Masson. The latter came from an old family of lawyers named Gayard and this relationship makes me a descendant of General Delcambre, one of the heroes of the retreat from Russia. His granddaughter married Count Durrieu of the Académie des Inscriptions et Belles-Lettres. My great-aunt was born in the provinces in 1781, but she was adopted by a childless aunt and uncle who made their home in Paris. He was a wealthy lawyer and they lived magnificently.
My great-aunt was a precocious child—she walked at nine months—and she became a woman of keen intellect and brilliant attainments. She remembered perfectly the customs of the Ancien Régime, and she enjoyed telling about them, as well as about the Revolution, the Reign of Terror, and the times that followed. Her family was ruined by the Revolution and the slight, frail, young girl undertook to earn her living by giving lessons in French, on the pianoforte—the instrument was a novelty then—in singing, painting, embroidery, in fact in everything she knew and in much that she did not. If she did not know, she learned then and there so that she could teach. Afterwards, she married one of her cousins. As she had no children of her own, she brought one of her nieces from Champagne and adopted her. This niece was my mother, Clemence Collin. The Massons were about to retire from business with a