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                           HERBERT F. PEYSER




                             Hector Berlioz
                           A Romantic Tragedy


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     [Illustration: 1865--Berlioz--Theme from the beginning of the
                         Fantastique Symphony]




                                FOREWORD


A thumbnail sketch like the present is, of course, the last place in the
world to recount even an infinitesimal part of a life so vivid and
crowded with bitter conflict and tragic experience as that of Hector
Berlioz; and the person who attempts it is beaten in advance. Moreover,
such an effort seems almost gratuitous. For Berlioz has told his own
story better than anyone else could possibly do it. When Ernest Newman
was asked at one time to write a new biography of the epoch-making
composer he informed the publisher who suggested it that "no Life by any
other hands will ever be able to bear comparison as a piece of
literature with Berlioz' Autobiography. All others are for the most part
a watering down into the author's inferior style of the sparkling prose
of Berlioz himself". How much more futile is it to attempt on the
minuscule scale of the following tiny, if rambling, pamphlet to touch
upon even a thousandth of those achievements and unremitting conflicts
which entered into the texture of this master's agitated and
inharmonious life! Actually, it aims to do no more than contribute a
mite toward a larger interest in the writings and the great mass of
insufficiently discovered compositions of a Romanticist whose labors are
still surprisingly unrecognized art works of the future.

                                                                H. F. P.




                             HECTOR BERLIOZ
                          _A Romantic Tragedy_


                                  _By_
                           HERBERT F. PEYSER


"No doubt I deserve to go to Hell", said Berlioz once to a friend who
had reproached him for his treatment of Henrietta Smithson, his first
wife; "but what would you have? I am in Hell already!"

It was not an exaggeration or a figure of speech. Berlioz was in hell
the greater part of his life. Of all the great composers he was perhaps
the most consistently wretched. Misery and frustration pursued him from
his youth to his grave. Time and again his existence seemed like the
fulfillment of a curse. Actually, his mother had called one down upon
him at the very beginning of his career and for the rest of his days it
appeared to work itself out implacably. One might even believe the
malediction had retained its power beyond the tomb. For the posthumous
glory of Berlioz is by no means unchallenged. Almost alone among the
masters he does not command anything like universal admiration, let
alone affection. He has his redoubtable champions and they include many
of the greatest musicians, living and dead. But where Bach, Mozart,
Beethoven, Chopin, Schubert, Brahms, Wagner need no defense Berlioz
incontestably does. Rightly or wrongly he continues to be a problem,
with all that this condition implies. Yet without him music could not
conceivably be just what it is. And perhaps the strangest aspect of the
paradox is that only a limited portion of his output enjoys anything
like what might be called frequent hearing. The greater part of his
greatest works remains to all intents, undiscovered--nay,
unsuspected--by the multitude.

The little mountain town, La Côte-Saint-André, where Louis-Hector
Berlioz was born on December 11, 1803, had briefly been called La
Côte-Bonne-Eau during the Revolution and the Reign of Terror when
"saints", for a while, went out of fashion. It was not far from Grenoble
on one side or from Lyon on another. The Berlioz family originated in
Savoie and can be traced back to the sixteenth century. Hector's father,
Louis Berlioz, a doctor and a property owner, had at one time been mayor
of La Côte-Saint-André. In 1802 he had married
Marie-Antoinette-Joséphine Marmion, a good-looking woman, religious to
the point of bigotry. Hector was the oldest of six children, two of whom
died at an early age. The surviving daughters, Nanci and Adèle, were
followed as late as 1820 by a son, Prosper, a "problem child" in the
truest sense of the term, vague and unmanageable up to the time of a
belated adolescence, then developing into a mathematical genius and
dying in his twentieth year before people had ceased to marvel at his
talents.

Hector's father supervised his early education, though it was probably
as a concession to his wife that he placed the youngster in the local
Catholic Seminary. The boy did not stay there long even if his mother
harbored ambitions of making a saint of him. For a time he went
uncomplainingly to mass, communion, confession and the rest. In his
Memoirs Hector tells us details of his weekly "confessions" when he
would say to the "director" of his conscience "My father, I have done
nothing" and that worthy would reply "Go on, my child, as you have
begun". And so he did--for several years, at least.

Yet his mother's religiosity was to have the effect of turning Hector's
thoughts away from the church and toward the great figures of classical
mythology. He "felt his heart throb and his voice quiver and break" when
he construed the fourth book of Virgil's "Aeneid" to his father; and
when the good man tactfully cut the lesson short Hector was "intensely
grateful to him for taking no notice of my emotion and rushed away to
vent my Virgilian grief in solitude". Mythology was not the only love
with which his father filled him; under the paternal guidance he
developed an interest in geography and stories of travel helped fire his
imagination.

            [Illustration: Birthplace--La Côte-Saint-André]

From an early age Hector had shown a sensitiveness to musical
impressions and, besides learning to sing at sight, acquired some
proficiency in playing the flute and the flageolet--though "I was twelve
before the magic of music was revealed to me". Presently he added to his
musical accomplishments the playing of the guitar. The piano he never,
apparently, undertook to master. But in later years he made a virtue of
necessity and insisted he was glad to compose "silently and freely"
without having to depend on the keyboard. With harmony it was rather
different and after an unsuccessful start with Rameau's treatise on the
subject, even in a simplified form, he had recourse to a text book by
Catel in order to pick up some elementary principles. These he presently
put to use in a "six part potpourri on a collection of Italian airs" and
in the composition of a couple of quintets for flute and strings. The
first was played by some local amateurs and aroused the enthusiasm of
all the hearers except Hector's father. Dr. Berlioz preferred as much of
the later quintet as his son was able to play him on the flute, but the
piece being much more difficult, the amateur executants who tried it
quickly suffered shipwreck. The composer eventually burned both scores
yet salvaged a theme his father had liked and then used it in his
overture, "Les Francs-Juges."

Simultaneously with these hit or miss musical studies the boy's
emotional life was heightened at about this time by an incipient love
affair, if one can call it so. Hector's relatives, the Marmions, had a
country house near Grenoble in the village of Meylan, where he spent his
vacations. Not far away, in a white cottage, surrounded by vineyards and
gardens there lived with her mother and sister a tall and exceedingly
pretty girl of eighteen, Estelle Duboeuf. At a family garden party, to
which Hector and his relations had been invited, Estelle picked him for
her partner in some game. Poor Hector was conquered in the twinkling of
an eye. When a few minutes later he caught sight of Estelle dancing with
his uncle Marmion--who had been a soldier in Napoleon's armies and cut a
superb figure in his gaudy uniform and clanking spurs--the boy flew into
a jealous rage, only to have the whole party laugh at him! But
Estelle--his "Stella montis", his "Star of the Mountain"--remained
enshrined in his memory for life. Their ways were to separate and they
lost track of each other for years. A haggard old man, wracked and
buffeted by numberless woes and disappointments, he found her again and
sought solace (vainly, as it proved) in an attempt to recapture the
shadow of a childhood fancy. His reward was a polite note signed Estelle
Fornier--her married name--and a conventional "affectionate greetings",
into which he chose to read meanings that the old lady never remotely
intended!

                                 * * *

Hector's parents determined he should follow in his father's footsteps
and become a physician. The idea revolted him and he struggled against
it much as Schumann combated his mother's wish to make a jurist of a
youth with the soul of a poet. Nevertheless, he made as if to comply
with the parental will--though one can guess with how many unspoken
reservations! And so in the autumn of 1821, he set off for Paris to
study medicine. But what fascinated him there were the theatres, the
opera houses, the concert halls--things which up to that time he had
never enjoyed the opportunity of visiting--and not the loathsome
hospitals, anatomical amphitheatres, dissecting rooms and other
nauseating horrors. He had felt all along that he was never intended to
spend his life "at the bedside of sick people, in hospitals and
dissecting chambers". His father had made the cardinal mistake of "using
his love of music as a lever for removing his 'childish aversion' to
embark on the study of medicine" and, as a reward for working earnestly
at osteology had given his refractory son nothing less to the purpose
than "a splendid flute, with all the new keys"!

In Paris Hector lost no time visiting the Opéra, the Théâtre Italien,
the Théâtre Feydeau, the Ambigu-Comique. He heard Salieri's "Danaides",
Boieldieu's "Voitures Versées", Dalayrac's "Nina". Above all, he heard
Gluck's "Iphigénie en Tauride", and this masterpiece definitely settled
the question. His life would be dedicated to music and medicine could go
hang! Berlioz the scarlet Romanticist was born at the moment he solemnly
made this resolve. It was farewell, henceforth, to the "human charnel
house, littered with fragments of limbs, ghastly faces and cloven heads
... where swarms of sparrows fought for scraps and rats in the corners
gnawed human vertebrae." He had, to be sure, grown somewhat hardened
after his first appalling impression and had even gotten so far as to
"cast a shoulder blade to a great rat which was staring at me with
famished eyes"! But the physical reactions he experienced to the music
he loved attracted him in the same degree as the horrid displays of the
hospital laboratories revolted him. In the theatre listening to Gluck
and Spontini "his knees would tremble convulsively, his teeth chatter,
he suffered with dizzy spells till he could not stand unsupported, he
was bathed in sweat, his scalp contracted, tears choked him, he lost all
sensation in fingers and toes, he was seized with chills and hot
flashes...." If this was not actually a type of celestial intoxication
it was certainly a romantic imagination conveyed through the empurpled
diction of the hour!

Down at his home in the Dauphiné Dr. Berlioz gradually got wind of what
was happening and endeavored to reason with his son. The latter was
frequenting the library of the Conservatoire, voraciously devouring the
scores of Gluck, and leaving to those who had a taste for that sort of
thing the sanguinary details of the anatomical chamber. And not only did
he study the music of Gluck, Méhul and others but he addressed himself
to the first two symphonies of Beethoven, at that time as good as
unknown in Paris. In the Conservatoire library he met a certain
Hyacinthe Christophe Gerono, a pupil of Lesueur, who counseled Hector to
study with his affable old master, at one time a great favorite. Lesueur
received Hector amiably at the first visit, examined a few compositions
of the young man, pronounced them faulty but urged him to undertake some
preparatory studies under Gerono, a task he willingly accepted.

In a short time Gerono indoctrinated him so thoroughly in Lesueur's
harmonic system that the latter cordially took him as a pupil. Not that
Hector accepted his mentor's teaching without many unspoken questions,
but he quickly decided that the most diplomatic thing to do was to curb
whatever impatience he felt and listen in silence. He had already
written a choral work, "Le Passage de la Mer Rouge" and a Mass, and
though they were youthful attempts and obviously unripe he found it
possible to dispense with conventional rules. And now he felt moved to
attempt an opera! The obliging Gerono supplied him with a libretto and
the fruit of this collaboration was called "Estelle et Némorin," Estelle
Duboeuf doubtless floating before his mind's eye. Berlioz admits that
the music was "feeble" and called the entire work "wishy-washy". As for
the Mass, composed by request for the feast day of the choir children of
the Church of Saint Roch, portions of it met the approval of Lesueur.
When it came to paying the costs of its performance Hector was in a
quandary about raising the necessary 1,200 francs. Finally he borrowed
the sum from a friend, Augustin de Pons--a step he was presently to
regret though Pons had lent him the money with the best of intentions.
The Mass itself was praised and some years later was repeated at the
Church of St. Eustache. By this time, however, the composer had become
dissatisfied with the work and then burned it together with several
juvenile effusions. Meanwhile he had a stormy first meeting with
Cherubini, head of the Conservatoire; and he failed to pass a
preliminary examination for that august school.

Hearing of this misfortune, Dr. Berlioz, usually slow to wrath, lost his
temper and resolved to stop his son's allowance. If anything Lesueur
aggravated the situation by attempting to intercede on his pupil's
behalf. Hector was summoned home and ordered to renounce his ideas of a
musical career and take up some other occupation. In spite of the
chilling reception the young black sheep encountered there he was
astonished and delighted to learn a few days later that the good doctor
had once more reconsidered. "After several sleepless nights I have made
up my mind", he gravely told his son. "You shall go to Paris and study
music; but only for a time. If after further trials you fail you will, I
am sure, acknowledge that I have done what was right, and you will
choose some other career. You know what I think of second-rate poets;
second-rate artists are no better and it would be a deep sorrow and
profound humiliation to me to see you numbered among these useless
members of society". And he swore the youth to secrecy. But the news
leaked out and before Hector could take his place in the stage-coach his
mother, blazing with anger, confronted him "with flashing eyes and
exciting gestures": "Your father", she exclaimed, "has been weak enough
to allow you to return to Paris and to encourage your mad, wicked plans;
but I will not have this guilt on my soul and, once and for all, I
forbid your departure ... I beseech you not to persist in your folly!
See, I, your mother kneel to you and beg you humbly to renounce it". And
when the appalled Hector begged her to rise she defied him, wildly: "No;
I will kneel! So, wretched boy, you refuse? You can stand unmoved with
your mother kneeling at your feet? Well, then, go! Go and wallow in the
filth of Paris, sully your name and kill your father and me with sorrow
and shame! I will not re-enter this house till you have left it. You are
my son no longer! I curse you!" Hector had to leave, as he says,
"without bidding her good-bye, without another word or a look, and with
her curse on my head!"

                                 * * *

Back in Paris his first object was to repay Pons part of the money he
owed him for the performance of the Saint Roch mass. He earned a few
francs by giving occasional lessons in singing and by teaching flute and
guitar. His monthly allowance amounted only to 120 francs, so the
repayment was a slow and painful business. Most unhappily Pons, wishing
to spare Hector this continuous drain on his purse, resolved to "help"
his friend by writing Dr. Berlioz and asking him to settle the remainder
of the debt. Pons got his money--but poor Hector lost his allowance!

Somehow he managed to scrape along. He had a tiny room, five flights up,
in the Cité, at the corner of the Quai des Orfèvres and the Rue de
Harley; he gave up dining in restaurants and confined his diet to dry
bread and salt, with now and then raisins or dates. When the weather was
favorable he took this meal on the Pont Neuf, beside the statue of Henri
IV, watching the passersby or gazing at the muddy waters of the Seine.
He worked tirelessly at his music. Cherubini, now apparently mollified,
put the youth into Reicha's class for counterpoint and fugue at the
Conservatoire, even while he continued with Lesueur. Hector struck up a
life-long friendship with young Humbert Ferrand, who wrote him an opera
book, "Les Franc-Juges"--"The Judges of the Secret Court"--which he
enthusiastically set to music but of which only the overture remains. It
is a fine thing of its type, bearing melodically, instrumentally and
harmonically, the unmistakable imprint of Berlioz even to the reminders
of Gluck. One of its most striking themes survives from the boyish
quintet of Hector's and anticipates in a fashion the "idée fixe" of the
"Symphonie Fantastique", not very far ahead.

Working on his opera young Berlioz had somewhat neglected his flute and
guitar pupils and once more needed money. Even a franc a lesson would
not help greatly when it became a question of winter clothes and
firewood. Far from capitulating and returning, beaten, to Dauphiné, he
first toyed with the idea of seeking a position as first or second flute
in some orchestra "in New York, Mexico, Sydney or Calcutta, of becoming
a sailor, filibuster, buccaneer or savage in China" or attempting any
other wild scheme since "it is futile and dangerous to thwart my will
when I am resolved on anything". In the end he tried a safer, less
exciting method. Aided by a streak of luck and an exceptionally good
musical memory, he obtained an engagement as a chorus singer at the
Théâtre des Nouveautés, where basses were wanted but where a passable
baritone could also be of use. By singing as a trial piece a recitative
from Sacchini's "Oedipe" he prevailed over a weaver, a blacksmith, an
actor and a choir member from St. Eustache. The job paid him fifty
francs a month. Hector had not only to sing all manner of rubbish but
"the colossal manager", a Mr. St. Léger, sometimes obliged him to be
"the rear leg of an artificial camel"! Even so, it was luck of a sort.
At the same time, two new pupils applied for lessons and he met Antoine
Charbonnel, a young man from La Côte-Saint-André, whose father had often
scandalized Mme. Berlioz because, being a tireless woman chaser, he flew
in the face of her family's ancient motto, "respectability above
everything". Charbonnel, a budding pharmacist, found it advisable to
share economics with Hector and the pair set up bachelor quarters in two
little rooms in the Rue de la Harpe. Charbonnel cooked and Hector
marketed, grossly violating the hygienic codes of his friend by carrying
the day's provisions unwrapped under his arm.

                                 * * *

Hector calls the "Francs-Juges" overture his "first grand instrumental
work". It was soon followed by another overture, "Waverly". He was, he
tells us, so ignorant of the mechanism of certain instruments at that
period, that he had written the trombone solo in the earlier score in
the key of D flat, uncertain whether this choice of tonality was a wise
one or not. On submitting the passage to a trombone player at the Opéra
he was delighted to learn that it was the best possible key for the
purpose and that the solo in question could not fail to produce a
powerful effect. Greatly elated he walked home as in a dream and was
recalled to himself by suddenly spraining his ankle. From that moment he
could never hear the piece without experiencing a sharp pain in his
foot. "Perhaps", he muses in his Memoirs, "it gives others a pain in
their heads"! Curiously enough, neither Reicha nor Lesueur, taught him
anything about instrumentation. Thanks to a friend at the Opéra he
obtained free tickets and by close listening at such performances and
study of such scores as were given he "perceived the subtle connection
... between musical expression and the special art of instrumentation,
which no one had actually pointed out to me. It was by studying the
methods of ... Beethoven, Weber and Spontini; by an impartial
examination of the regular forms of instrumentation, and of unusual
forms and combinations; partly by listening to artists and getting them
to make experiments for me on their instruments, and partly by instinct,
that I acquired what knowledge I possess" and was later to disseminate
in his great treatise on instrumentation, subsequently modernized by
Richard Strauss.

                                 * * *

Hector was officially admitted to the Conservatoire when, the next
examination period having come around, he succeeded at last in passing
the test. He was less fortunate with an orchestral _scena_ on the death
of Orpheus which the students were required to compose, though Berlioz
ascribed his failure to the incompetence of a mediocre pianist obliged
to play the reduction of the original score. He had obtained a brief
leave from his duties at the Théâtre des Nouveautés when he came down
with a dangerous attack of quinsy sore throat. Alone one night and on
the point of strangling he suddenly sat down before his shaving mirror,
seized a pen knife and, in a paroxysm of agony, lanced the obstruction
which was suffocating him. By some miracle he was on his feet again in a
few days and had the satisfaction of hearing from his suddenly repentant
father that his allowance was to be restored. Having no further need of
continuing his chorister chores he was now free to devote his evenings
to opera performances.

These evenings, he declares, were "solemn" occasions. They could be
tumultous ones, as well; for Hector was violent when matters outraged
him and as often as not became an irrepressible clacqueur. More than
once he helped precipitate riots in the theatre. When at a performance
of "Iphigénie en Tauride," for instance, cymbals were introduced into a
ballet passage where Gluck has only strings and when trombones were
omitted from a passage in Orestes' third act recitative Hector would
suddenly shout with all his might: "There are no cymbals there; who has
dared to correct Gluck?" Then, in an Orestes passage: "Not a sign of a
trombone; it is intolerable!" Again, during a performance of Dalayrac's
"Nina" Berlioz missed a violin solo scheduled to be played by the
violinist, Baillot. Just as the cue for the expected solo was reached a
furious voice was heard to exclaim: "So far good, but where is the
violin solo?" "Very true", cried someone else, "it looks as if they were
going to leave it out. Baillot, Baillot, the violin solo." The pit took
fire, the entire house rose and loudly demanded that the program should
be carried out according to schedule. Before long people dashed into the
orchestra, overturning chairs and music desks, smashing the kettledrums.
Meanwhile, Hector who had sown the wind tried to control the whirlwind
with sarcastic protests: "Gentlemen, don't smash the instruments! What
vandalism! Don't you see you are destroying Father Chenie's beautiful
double-bass, with its infernal tone?" But the mob was beyond control and
broke not only instruments but innumerable seats and music stands as
well!

                                 * * *

It was 1827 and he was beginning to harbor more far-darting ambitions.
In June he planned to try for the Prix de Rome, though he really laid
small value on the "honor" the winning of it conferred. How often was it
no more than a means to an end!

Three times Berlioz competed (four if we count the preliminary test of
1826, in which he failed), but not till 1830 did he carry off the honor.
In 1827 he had written for the purpose "La Mort d'Orphée", in 1828 he
gained the second prize, in 1829 (when no prize was finally given) he
turned out a "Cléopâtre"--which, had it been less audacious, might have
won him the award--while in 1830 his cantata, "Sardanapale", finally
achieved the ultimate distinction. But this honor, so highly regarded
among the rank and file of Frenchmen, was for Hector soon to turn to
something like Dead Sea fruit.

On Sept. 11, 1827, Kemble's company from London inaugurated a
Shakespearian season at the Odéon Theatre. "Hamlet" was the first
offering, with the famous English actor in the title role. The Ophelia
was Henrietta Smithson, tall, lithe and Irish. All literary and artistic
Paris was on hand. From the moment the daughter of Polonius stepped on
the stage Hector was lost! No thunderbolt could more completely have
devastated him. When the performance ended he rushed home, avoiding all
acquaintances to whom he might have had to talk. Then he went out again
and walked all night along the Seine, determined to wear himself out to
obtain the temporary solace of sleep. It was useless. Next evening the
visitors were giving "Romeo and Juliet". Hector dashed to the Odéon
early in the day and bought himself a ticket, to be sure no unforeseen
hitch might prevent him obtaining his usual admission. As he knew no
word of English, he procured a translation and strove for a few hours to
recreate in his mind a picture of Henrietta Smithson before again
looking upon her in the flesh. If possible the effect of the previous
evening was intensified.

He would now wander aimlessly through suburbs and countryside, sometimes
even sleeping in open fields; or he would set to music Irish lyrics by
Thomas Moore; or steep himself in more Shakespeare, dabble in Byron and
Walter Scott, set about discovering Goethe and acquainting himself with
"Faust!" He moved from the quarters of his friend Charbonnel and
installed himself in a room in the Rue Richelieu directly opposite the
house where Henrietta lived. He had never so much as exchanged a word
with the actress who, for her part, never yet dreamed that such a person
as Hector Berlioz existed--let alone that he loved her wildly.
Nonetheless, Hector made a point of avoiding further Shakespeare
performances--or so at least, he claims in his Memoirs. "More
experiences of the kind would have killed me!" But the inspiration of
this Juliet and Ophelia, further enhanced by the romantic literature
with which he was suffusing himself and the grandeur of those Beethoven
works he was beginning to discover, were stimulating his creative fancy.
He wrote overtures based on "Waverly", "King Lear", "The Corsair"; he
wrote (in 1829) "Eight Scenes from Faust" and a "Ballade of the King of
Thule, in Gothic Style" (things which were later to form the basis of
"La Damnation de Faust"); he composed a set of "Nine Irish Songs"; above
all, he wrote (and then revised) a work which was to become, in some
respects, his most widely known and famous, the "Symphonie
Fantastique"--a kind of symphonic phantasmagoria, with Henrietta as its
chief motivation and himself as its chief actor.

It was not till December, 1827, that the actress first had a fleeting
glimpse of her worshipper. This happened quite by chance at a rehearsal
for a benefit performance at the Opéra-Comique where Hector was to offer
an overture of his and where some of the English actors were to perform
a couple of Shakespearian scenes. By this time he had begun to write her
letters, to which she never replied, for they frightened her and she
presently ordered her maid not to accept any more from the postman. When
Berlioz at a rehearsal caught sight of Henrietta talking to her
colleagues backstage he uttered a loud cry and rushed from the theatre,
wildly wringing his hands. Thinking she had to do with a madman the
actress begged her associates to watch him closely, for "she did not
like the look of his eyes". The mop of red hair that surmounted his head
like an umbrella, his gaunt visage, fiery appearance and generally
hysterical demeanor must have given her reason for alarm and she
probably breathed more freely when she left Paris for Holland.

                                 * * *

Everyone who has interested himself even slightly in Berlioz is
doubtless familiar with the lurid fiction the composer invented to form
the "plot" of the "Fantastic Symphony". In this "Episode in the Life of
an Artist" a high-strung youth is represented as seeking release from
the torments of disappointed love by means of an overdose of opium.
Instead of killing him the drug afflicts him with a succession of
perturbing, not to say terrifying, grotesque or macabre visions. Through
each of them there moves the image of the Beloved, musically-represented
by a recurrent string of notes--a sort of representative theme, or "idée
fixe". The youth is a plaything of passions, reveries, jealousies,
frenzies at the outset; then he sees his idol, apparently indifferent to
him, the central figure at a brilliant ball; amorous thoughts mingle in
his mind with dark presentiments as he wanders over the countryside,
rendered more melancholy by the pipings on rustic instruments of two
love-sick shepherds, till thunderclaps interrupt their mournful
dialogue. Then he dreams he has murdered his beloved and is marched to
the scaffold; after which his disembodied spirit becomes the sport of a
noisome rout of demons, witches, succubi and other infernal things,
among whom the cherished one, now a devilish harridan, pursues him,
while the Dies Irae resounds blasphemously in his ears.

Doubtless much of the astounding score incorporates musical ideas
originally conceived for other projected works. One way or another, the
"Fantastique" is a formidable, if overdimensioned monument of its
period, and a landmark of history. With all its flamboyant and
parodistic monstrosities this fresco of psychopathic experience remains
the first great and influential specimen of program music created in
France; and it is no less amazing to reflect that the epochal score came
into being when its composer was but 27 and only at the time he was
adjudged worthy of the Prix de Rome.

Berlioz subsequently sent tickets for a performance of the symphony to
Henrietta Smithson. She appears to have been about the only person in
the hall unaware at that time that she was the heroine of the piece.
More or less vaguely she had been hearing of the infatuation of her
harassed admirer. Her reaction, lightly expressed, had been "There could
be nothing more impossible!" It was not in Hector's nature to accept
such a rejection as final. Still, she had unwittingly wounded him! For a
while he decided that, with all her beauty and her gifts, she was no
different from the average run of females. If she could think of
repudiating his love the "Fantastique" was _his_ derisive answer! This
musical caricature of the actress, he intended as a gesture of
vengeance.

The new symphony, however, helped gain him a friend and defender, who
was to remain one of his most valiant supporters for life--Franz Liszt.
Liszt had met Hector shortly before and, transported by the symphony, he
made a piano arrangement of it, which propagandized the work as, at the
time, nothing else could have done.

                                 * * *

Scarcely liberated (as he thought) from Henrietta, Berlioz succumbed to
another woman. This young person, decidedly no better than she should
have been, was a friend of Ferdinand Hiller and a piano pupil of
Kalkbrenner and Herz. Camille Moke set her nets for Hector and captured
him without the slightest trouble. She came into his life at the worst
possible moment! With the consent of her mother, briefly blinded by the
young man's success in winning the Roman Prize, Camille became engaged
to her admirer, who was just about to set out for that sojourn in Rome
which was the chief reward of a lucky contestant. He seems not to have
foreseen trouble, though his sister, Nanci, was beset by premonitions;
and Ferdinand Hiller sent to Berlioz, in Rome, the ironic message that
his betrothed "was bearing the separation with fortitude". Shocked but
still only half convinced, Hector took to bed and waited vainly for
Camille's expected letters to Italy. Time passed and nothing came.
Whatever interest he might have found in the Eternal City, where he had
been warmly received by his fellow students at the Villa Medici and by
its director, Horace Vernet, he was unable to pay any attention to his
work or his agreeable surroundings. Little really mattered--neither the
monuments of Rome, the French Academy, his meeting with the well-graced
youth, Felix Mendelssohn, his future prospects. Vernet, noticing
Hector's worry, began to entertain serious misgivings. Summoning the
newcomer he warned him against any rash step. Finally, on Good Friday
the tormented lover impulsively left Rome, resolved to return to Paris
and find out for himself what lay behind Camille's silence. In
roundabout ways he got as far as Nice. On the journey he bought a pistol
and some poison determined to learn the truth and if worst came to worst
to shoot Camille and then make an end of himself. He was not obliged to
go to these spectacular extremes. For at long last he received a
letter--not, indeed, from his presumable fiancée, but from her mother.
That lady informed Hector that her daughter was on the point of marrying
Mr. Pleyel, the famous piano manufacturer; and she requested her
"son-in-law" not to kill himself!

Of course he would kill himself--and the Mokes as well! But as he looked
at the lovely Côte d'Azur landscape unrolled before him from the heights
of the Grande Corniche he suddenly experienced a revulsion of feeling.
For the time being he would go on living! He dispatched a letter to
Horace Vernet saying he was returning to Rome and pledging his honor to
remain in Italy. Then he settled down for three weeks in Nice and wrote
his "King Lear" Overture.

                                 * * *

Hector became more or less resigned to Rome, now that the Moke affair
was definitely at an end; but was never completely at home there. He
enjoyed the company of Mendelssohn, for the two were well matched,
intellectually, if not well balanced by temperament. However, Felix
adored Gluck as much as Hector and the two youths delighted in singing
and playing "Armide" together. They agreed whole-heartedly in their
worship of Mozart, Beethoven and Weber but disagreed on Bach, whom the
German idolized but to whom Berlioz remained cold. When the pair went
over Hector's prize-crowned "Sardanapale" and the Frenchman frankly
expressed his dislike for a certain number in it, Mendelssohn told his
friend he was happy to see that he really displayed such good taste!
Hector made the usual excursions, saw the regulation sights, visited the
mountains of the Abruzzi, wandered about the Campagna, renewed his
Virgilian recollections, sang, strummed his guitar, heard the operas and
the generally trivial and ill performed church music and mingled with
the painters at the Café Greco. In short, he went more or less through
the customary tourist routine.

Also, he composed. He made changes in the score of the "Fantastique"
adding, for one thing, a coda to the Ball Scene; he wrote overtures to
"The Corsair", based on Byron, and "Rob Roy" based on Scott, not to
mention an ambitious pendant to the "Fantastique", "Le Retour à la Vie",
to which he subsequently gave the alternative title of "Lélio". But by
1832 he decided he had endured as much of Rome as he could stomach.
After a compromise with Horace Vernet he cut short his stay at the Villa
Medici by six months promising to spend a year in Germany--an ambition
he had always cherished.

In November, 1832, Berlioz was back in Paris, and in that very house
where Henrietta Smithson had lodged on her first visit. In fact, she had
moved out only a day earlier and settled in an apartment on the Rue de
Rivoli. Small wonder that Hector discerned the working of destiny once
more!

This time Henrietta had come to Paris with her own theatrical company.
Incredible as it may seem, she and Hector had not yet actually met. The
Irish actress divined his passion fully when, at a performance under the
conductor Habeneck (at which not only the "Fantastique" but also the
monodrama, "Lélio", were performed) she heard from the actor who spoke
the text the words: "Ah, could I but find this Juliet, this Ophelia,
whom my heart is ever seeking.... Could I but sleep my last sad sleep in
her beloved arms"! Instead of going to Germany at New Year's, 1833,
Berlioz determined to remain, for the moment, in Paris. His love for
Henrietta had been newly awakened; and she was now willing to be
formally introduced to him.

"From that day I had not a moment's rest. Terrible fears were succeeded
by delirious hopes. What I went through ... cannot be described. Her
mother and sister formally opposed our union. My own parents would not
hear of it. Discontent and anger on the part of both families, and all
the scenes to which such opposition gives birth in these cases".

Portents of trouble followed thick and fast. Henrietta Smithson's
theatrical venture failed disastrously. Financially she was utterly
ruined, the more so as she had contracted immense debts. Next, she fell
and broke her leg. She was bed-ridden and she remained an invalid.
Hector organized a benefit concert for her. Among the first to offer
their services were Liszt and Chopin. Enough was realized to settle
"Harriet's" most pressing obligations. And then, despite his parents'
objections and the venomous hostility of Henrietta's hunchbacked sister,
Hector married her in the autumn of 1833--first, how ever, staging a
spectacular suicide act to frighten her into wedlock. She was, he
assured his friend Humbert Ferrand, "aussi vierge qu'il soit possible de
l'être".

To keep the domestic pot boiling he found it advisable about this period
to take up musical journalism. Although Berlioz had been contributing on
and off to certain publications his present connection with L'Europe
littéraire is, to all intents, the official beginning of that critical
activity of his which was to span almost the remainder of his life. As
subsequent music reviewer on the influential Journal des Débats he spent
no end of time and effort in commenting on compositions and
performances, good, bad and indifferent, which he might infinitely
better have dedicated to creative work. The labor revolted him but he
found himself as helpless as a galley slave. Enforced attendance at
innumerable concerts and operas he came to loathe to such an extent
that, late in his career when he was finally able to shake off the
journalistic fetters, he enjoyed walking up and down in front of a
theatre or concert hall just for the pleasure of reflecting that he did
_not_ have to go in! And yet, of all celebrated composers, Berlioz was
by all odds the most brilliantly gifted litterateur, whose writings even
today preserve most of their individuality, polished style, barbed irony
and scintillant humor. Aside from his countless feuilletons and other
articles, his Memoirs, Soirées de l'Orchestre, A Travers Chants and much
else are literary masterpieces of their kind, which even today retain
their freshness and sparkle. Undoubtedly his important journalistic
affiliations had the effect of involving him in numberless intrigues and
difficulties inseparable from posts of influence, besides sapping his
energies that should have been employed otherwise. Yet he knew how to
draw profit from the means of publicity and power which his connections
placed in his hands and he did not hesitate to promote, as best
possible, his personal interests.

                                 * * *

When their marriage was solemnized at the British Embassy (with Liszt as
best man) Hector had exactly two hundred francs and Harriet--a mountain
of debts! For their honeymoon they could travel no further than the
suburb of Vincennes. The wedding trip, according to the groom, was "a
masterpiece of love". All the same, he soon had chances to notice that
his bride was not in the least musical; likewise, that she harbored a
streak of jealousy. Not even the birth of their son, Louis, on August
15, 1834, at their home on the hill of Montmartre helped smooth this
unhappy state of affairs, which was to deepen as time went on. Harriet
grew violently opposed to her husband's traveling, though Berlioz claims
that "a mad and for some time an absolutely groundless jealousy was at
the bottom of it".

Was it "absolutely groundless"? The composer's intimate associate,
Ernest Legouvé, has let us into many secrets about the rift in the lute
in his book "Soixante Ans de Souvenirs". The blond Irishwoman, some
years older than her husband, was gradually losing her looks, her
failures as an actress had for some time increasingly embittered her and
she presently took to drink. The more the sentiments of the formerly so
ardent Hector "changed to a correct and calm good fellowship", says
Legouvé, "the more his wife became imperious in her exigencies and
indulged in violent recriminations that were unfortunately justified.
Berlioz, whose position as critic and as composer producing his own
works made the theatre his real world, found there occasions for lapses
that would have proved too much for stronger heads than his; moreover,
his reputation as a misunderstood great artist endowed him with a halo
that easily tempted his female interpreters to become his consolers.
Madame Berlioz searched his feuilletons for hints of his infidelities.
And not only there: fragments of intercepted letters, drawers
indiscreetly opened, brought her revelations just sufficient to make her
beside herself without more than half-illuminating her. Her jealousy was
always outdistanced by the facts. Berlioz's heart went so fast that she
could not keep pace with it; when, after so much research, she lighted
upon some object of his passion, _that_ particular passion was no more;
and then, it being easy for him to prove his innocence at the moment,
the poor woman was as abashed as a dog which after having followed a
track for half an hour, arrives at the lair only to find the quarry
already gone". Yet the jealous instincts of the once lovely Ophelia and
Juliet were, in fact, only too sound and, if her shrewishness increased
by leaps and bounds, she had no little cause for it.

                  [Illustration: Berlioz's first wife]

                 [Illustration: Berlioz's second wife]

Hector's friends seemed, perhaps, a little less devoted to him since his
marriage, and since his miseries were a trifle less spectacular than
they had been during his bachelor days. But these comrades included not
a few personages illustrious in their respective spheres. Among them
were the musical chroniclers Janin and d'Ortigue; the essayists and
novelists Legouvé, Eugène Sue, Alexandre Dumas, Sainte-Beuve, Victor
Hugo; among the creative and performing musicians, Liszt of course and
Chopin, who though personally the antithesis of Berlioz, never wavered
in his faithfulness to the man. And further, flashing like a comet
across the firmament of Hector, there was the "demon fiddler", Paganini.

In 1834 Berlioz composed the "descriptive" symphony "Harold in Italy",
in which Byron's Childe Harold, the central figure of the work was
represented by a viola solo. Whether Hector's account of the genesis of
the composition is wholly authentic or not, the tale he relates in his
Memoirs runs somewhat as follows: Having heard the "Symphonie
Fantastique" one day Paganini came to see the composer and told him that
he owned a wonderful Stradivari viola which he would love to play in
public, though he had no music for it which he considered suitable.
Would Hector write him such a work? He had no confidence in anyone else.
The only thing the violinist insisted upon was that "he must be playing
the whole time". The work should not be an ordinary concerto, but rather
something along the lines of the "Fantastique". After many doubts and
hesitations the composer produced a series of scenes for orchestra, the
pictorial background of which was shaped out of Hector's recollections
of his Italian wanderings; while the viola strain, representing Byron's
dreamer, was added to the rest of the orchestral texture "with which it
contrasts both in movement and character, without hindering the
development".

Paganini did not hear the symphony till some time after it had been
first performed, for he had been south, vainly seeking relief from that
cancer of the larynx which had robbed him of his voice and was shortly
to prove fatal. At the close of the work he ordered his son to tell the
composer "he had never in his life been so impressed at a concert" and
were he to follow his inclination, he would "go down on his knees to
thank him". And then, in full view of the audience, the great violinist
did just that and kissed Hector's hand! Next day he received a letter in
Paganini's writing which ran: "Beethoven is dead and Berlioz alone can
revive him. I have heard your divine compositions, so worthy of your
genius, and beg you to accept, in token of my homage, twenty thousand
francs...."

Almost on the heels of this windfall Berlioz had the additional luck of
being commissioned by the government to compose a Requiem, for an
official ceremony. The work is one of his most monumental--one might say
apocalyptic--even if the quality of its musical inspiration may be open
to question. One thing however, is certain--nothing he ever wrote is so
overwhelming in point of sheer sonority as the appalling Tuba Mirum,
with its five orchestras, its sixteen kettle drums and its phalanxes of
trombones. At the climax of this fresco of the Last Judgment one of the
participating singers succumbed in public to a shrieking frenzy of
nervous prostration!

                                 * * *

There was talk in governmental circles of "purchasing" the Requiem, of a
grand decoration, of a professorship at the Conservatoire, of a generous
pension from the Beaux Arts ministry. Nothing came of all these plans.
As far as the Conservatoire post was concerned Berlioz was rejected as
teacher of harmony at that institution on the ground that he could not
play piano--which was as true as it was irrelevant. But a far greater
and more fateful disappointment lay ahead. Early in 1838 his mother--who
had cursed him--died at La Côte-Saint-André. Her curse did not perish
with her; in fact, it smote him soon afterwards when his lyric drama,
"Benvenuto Cellini", failed grievously at the Opéra, where after long
and torturing efforts he at length managed to have it performed. Not
even today can it be said to have gained anything like a permanent
foothold on the stage.

As time went on Hector tried to master his inhospitable fate in the
operatic theatre by various compromises and subterfuges. He sought to
create a "dramatic symphony", based on "Romeo and Juliet", and neither
outright drama nor outright symphony--which accounts for its infrequent
performance, despite the extraordinary beauty of some of its music. He
wrote a "concert opera" which is, in effect, a cantata masquerading as
an opera and vice-versa. "La Damnation de Faust", one of the three most
essential capturings in music of Goethe's "Faust" drama, was at its
first hearing in 1846 possibly the most distressful defeats he ever
suffered at the hands of his countrymen. Not until decades after his
death did he enjoy a kind of posthumous revenge when Raoul Gunsbourg, in
Monte Carlo, fashioned a stage production which is now one of the
mainstays of the Paris Opéra. A destiny in some respects even more
deplorable was that of his music drama, "Les Troyens", which he was
never to hear in its completeness. The one theatre work of Berlioz to
enjoy something like an uncontested triumph at its launching was his
two-act opera comique, "Béatrice et Bénédict", for which Shakespeare
provided the original incentive. As for "Roméo et Juliette", its high
points are found in two movements--the rapturous love scene, which
includes the most enamoring melodic ideas Berlioz ever conceived, and
the unparagoned Queen Mab scherzo, embodying the composer's instrumental
fancy at its most subtle and ravishing--even if Parisian criticism of
the time could see no more in it than "a little noise like that of an
ill-greased syringe"!

That long scheduled visit to Germany continued to be deferred. Meantime
Berlioz had been appointed assistant librarian at the Paris
Conservatoire, a small distinction, to be sure; but offering at any rate
a few additional francs. A more ponderable achievement was the
composition for band of a three movement "Symphonie funèbre et
triomphale", planned for performance in the open air in memory of those
fallen in the Revolution of 1830. The "Funeral and Triumphal Symphony"
was one of the first compositions of Berlioz which Wagner heard when he
arrived in Paris in 1840. Wagner was struck by the nobility of the work,
ranked it among the loftiest achievements of its composer and retained
an undissembled admiration for it all his days. Berlioz had reason to
believe that, after this official labor, he might be called to step into
the shoes of Cherubini at the Conservatoire when that worthy went to his
reward in 1842. But the choice fell upon Georges Onslow and Hector,
realizing that if he was ever to obtain in Paris the distinction to
which he felt himself entitled, he would have to enhance his French
reputation by properly publicized successes abroad. So he began by
giving several concerts in Brussels, the second of which was destined to
be important--less so for musical reasons than because of domestic
entanglements it initiated.

Knowing Harriet's jealousy Hector seems to have been strangely
incautious about keeping secret the identity of his "traveling
companion". It did not take his alternately maudlin and aciduous Irish
wife many days to find out from the papers that a certain Marie Recio
was the snake in the grass. The Recio was a second rate singer, whose
real name was Marie Genevieve Martin. Hector had met her in 1841. We are
told that she rekindled in his heart those romantic emotions the now
slatternly and alcoholic Harriet could no longer feed. Marie's mother
encouraged the liaison because she realized the power Berlioz had come
to be in the journalistic field. He had been so imprudent as to impose
her on one operatic management and the game had turned out badly. Before
long poor Hector found himself as luckless in his second love affair as
he had been in his first.

                                 * * *

The various tours which Hector undertook in Germany brought him artistic
honors and material successes of which in France he never dreamed. Among
average audiences he discovered a seriousness and a degree of taste such
as were limited to a few circles at home. He refashioned old musical
friendships and cultivated new ones. Mendelssohn met him in Leipzig and
the pair continued the old artistic discussions and arguments as they
had years before in Rome. Felix "was charming, fascinating, ceaselessly
obliging and determined to be a guarantee for his French colleague's
success". The two exchanged batons to symbolize their professional
amity. Felix praised some of Hector's songs but avoided saying a word
about his symphonies, overtures or the Requiem (actually, he detested
them!) Berlioz saw Robert and Clara Schumann, the former appeared
"wholly electrified by the Offertory of my Requiem". The Schumanns were
hospitality itself, even if Clara sometimes found the Frenchman "cold,
indifferent, morose" and "not the kind of artist I like". Robert,
however, "feels a sympathy for him which I cannot explain". Mendelssohn
privately confessed that he felt like washing his hands after he had
been through a Berlioz score. In Dresden there was Richard Wagner, whose
"Rienzi" and "Flying Dutchman" Hector listened to with interest and who
turned himself inside out to assist the extraordinary visitor in
training orchestra and chorus for his concert in that city. One thing
astonished Berlioz and grew to be something of a fly in the German
ointment: that worship of Bach with which he was surrounded! "People do
not believe that this divinity can ever be subjected to question", he
sighed. "Heresy on the subject is forbidden; Bach is Bach, just as God
is God!"

                                 * * *

On these travels, which went on intermittently for years, Hector visited
not only Germany but also Austria, Bohemia, Hungary, Russia. He went to
Russia in 1847 and later. There he was greeted like a conqueror and more
than any other nation that country proved, materially, a gold mine to
him. A pity that the harsh climate of places like St. Petersburg was, in
the end, to try him so sorely! For whenever he went there he was
literally overwhelmed with honors, decorations, costly gifts. In short,
whenever neglect or disappointment became unbearable he could turn to
Russia for at least temporary alleviation.

In Vienna (1845) he found much to delight him. To be sure he was often
painfully struck by many things, such as the lamentable "ignorance
prevailing with respect to the works of Gluck". He was in the habit of
asking musicians if they knew "Alceste" or "Iphigenia" and invariably he
received the answer: "They are never performed in Vienna; we do not know
them". Whereupon his mental reaction would be: "But, you wretched
creatures, whether they are performed or not, you ought to know them by
heart!" On the other hand, he heard numbers of remarkable artists and
admits he "would have to write a book to do justice to each and to
catalogue all the musical wealth of Vienna in detail". He received,
naturally, the usual silver baton "inscribed with the titles of his
works". Also, a little present of a hundred ducats from the Emperor
after one of his concerts in the Redouten Saal; and, from the same
exalted source, the message, conveyed by the Imperial master of
ceremonies: "Tell Berlioz that I was greatly amused"!

Meanwhile the composer had been working by fits and starts on "The
Damnation of Faust". He wrote page after page of it at the most
unbelievable times of day and night and in the unlikeliest places--on
the Boulevard Poissonière, on a stone of the Boulevard du Temple, in the
park at Enghien (when in a somnambulistic trance he had boarded a
suburban train and it had simply deposited him there); at Lille, at
Rouen, in Passau, in Prague, in Silesia; while walking, while eating,
while traveling. When he left Vienna for Budapest he prepared to perform
at his first Hungarian concert the Rakoczy March of which he had made
what, in effect, has long been the standardized and most overpowering
orchestration of all. This national melody invariably drove Magyar
listeners into frenzies of patriotic enthusiasm (for that matter few
audiences even now can hear it unstirred). And on the program piloted by
Berlioz it led to such a wild demonstration that, as he directed it, the
composer's hair stood on end and he was seized for a few moments with a
kind of nightmare terror. He thereupon introduced the march into the
score of "The Damnation" and placed the opening scene of the Faust
action in Hungary so as to motivate the presence in the score of the
volcanic page.

                                 * * *

It is hard to grasp today that the first performance of the "Damnation
of Faust" at the Paris Opéra Comique (December 6, 1846) was the most
heart-breaking fiasco of Berlioz' life. It was not a question of violent
opposition (if only it had been!) but of abysmal, devastating
indifference. Only a scattering of friends occupied the first rows of
the Salle Favart, with further back a handful of cynical faces.
Otherwise an inhuman emptiness sat enthroned in the gaping theatre (the
comic journal, Charivari, sniggered that if the Song of the Rat went
unnoticed it was because there was not so much as a cat in the house!).
From the outset Berlioz knew himself ruined, materially and spiritually.
It was less the few remaining francs saved on his travels which mattered
than the irreparable hurt done the morale of the afflicted man. "Nothing
in my artistic career wounded me more deeply than this unexpected
indifference", he was to write in his Memoirs--lapsing, for once, into
pitiful understatement! Not till 1877 was "The Damnation of Faust"
revived in Paris, by which time the composer had been dead eight years.

Although Berlioz recouped some of his financial losses from the "Faust"
misadventure when he went to Russia the following year he was the
plaything of destiny once again when, late in 1847, he accepted an
invitation from Louis Antoine Jullien to go to London and conduct opera
at the Drury Lane Theatre, of which Jullien was then the manager. This
spectacular French adventurer and charlatan, who speculated ruinously,
went to jail for debt and died in a lunatic asylum, failed shortly after
Berlioz suffered himself to be inveigled into what he thought would be a
six years' engagement; and the composer, after giving a few concerts of
his own music, found himself back in Paris by July, 1848. But England
saw him again in 1851-52, when the New Philharmonic Society of London
secured him as conductor, and in 1855 when he occupied the same
post--not to mention a visit two years earlier when he was lured across
the Channel to witness a Covent Garden representation of his first
opera, "Benvenuto Cellini". This turned out almost as distressingly as
had, in Paris, "The Damnation of Faust".

It is one of the real misfortunes of musical history that Hector Berlioz
and Richard Wagner never became to each other the kinsmen and spiritual
brothers they should have been. Some unhappy flaw in their respective
natures always thwarted a consummation which, one feels, fate should
have preordained. Or some barrier sprang up between them precisely at
the moment they should best have complemented each other. They had, in
the larger sense, the same ideals, the same luminous visions, the same
majestic aims, the same reluctance to palter and to compromise. They
were both tortured by nerves and exacerbated by futile suspicions and
jealousies. Yet each had the true measure of the other's importance,
whether admitted or not. Prejudices and preconceptions, sometimes
artificially fostered, if not fed by envy or rankling disappointment had
a way of cropping up to blind them as soon as they gave promise of
seeing eye to eye. Wagner was the stronger of the two, not only as to
creative power but in toughness of fibre. But if they were not equally
matched, the differences and asperities of the one fitted perfectly into
the natural flaws and crudities of the other, as Wagner himself once
took occasion to point out.

Berlioz appears to have recognized in Wagner, much as he may have
resented it, a force of the future which sooner or later must challenge
him. All the same, it is wrong to imagine that Wagner underrated his
French rival, however he discerned the weaknesses of his work. His
appreciation of the artist Berlioz was broader and more fundamental than
the appreciation of Berlioz for him, which was so often soured by
jealousy and blinded by bias. Wagner was incontestably sincere when he
wrote: "We must honor Berlioz as the true renewer of modern music". Too
few people are familiar with that extraordinary episode at Bayreuth,
long after the Frenchman's death when the ageing Wagner flew into a
towering rage on hearing the still youthful Felix Mottl criticise some
detail of a Berlioz work. "When a master like Berlioz writes something
you are too shallow to grasp your duty is to accept it without question
or murmur!" he had screamed at his astonished disciple.

       [Illustration: Taken in the last year of his life (1869)]

Only once did the pair draw close enough to justify the belief that they
might have developed, under more hospitable circumstances, a lasting
friendship. This was in 1855, when the two men, in the depths of
discouragement, met in London whither Wagner had come to conduct the Old
Philharmonic. The improved relations were only temporary. The creator of
"Tristan" appreciated that the jealous Marie Recio stood in the way of
any lasting rapprochement. And he confided to Liszt that "a malicious
wife can ruin a brilliant man ... and bring out the worst aspects of his
character; indeed, I have sometimes to wonder if God would not have done
better to have left women out of the scheme of creation". In 1861, at
the "Tannhäuser" fiasco at the Paris Opéra, Berlioz played a part that
reflects eternal discredit on his memory, even if the shabby treatment
he so often endured at the hands of his countrymen could account for his
spitefulness.

                                 * * *

The domestic situation of Berlioz had hopelessly deteriorated. Harriet,
lame, coarse, shrewish had lost the last vestiges of her once admired
beauty and talent. She was in due course to suffer paralytic strokes and
then to become bedridden. Her son, Louis, having grown to young manhood,
became an "aspirant-marinier" at Le Havre and decided to follow the sea,
inheriting an early but unfulfilled ambition of his father. A true
sailor he had a wife in every port and Hector, who was aware of the
wanderer's inclinations, sometimes longed to meet those grandchildren of
his he knew lived scattered through the hemispheres. Now and then Louis
would return briefly to Paris and look in on his wretched mother at her
little house on the hill of Montmartre. Occasionally he would seek out
his father at his domicile near the Place Pigalle--though only when
Marie Recio was out! The moment he heard her footsteps in the hall he
would flee. He could not pardon his father and he said so unmistakably.
So did others! To all reproaches the unhappy composer had only one
helpless answer: "What would you? I love her."

Yet if that far-off adoration of his Ophelia and Juliet had, apparently,
long since turned to ashes something like retribution was to overtake
him. For years he had been paying her routine visits, understanding her
solitude even as she divined his misery. But early in March, 1854, he
was called to her bedside and found her dying. At that, he was not even
granted the wretched solace of receiving her last breath! Harriet
expired a few moments after he had left the house on some trivial
errand. The blow was far more terrible than Hector had thought possible.
In a flash he recognized that he really loved the wife more than he did
the mistress; and in prodigious rebellion he cursed "that stupid God,
atrocious in his infinite indifference". To his son he wrote: "You will
never know what your mother and I suffered because of each other and it
was these sufferings which brought us so close together. It was as
impossible for me to live with her as without her!" He was to see her
once again! Ten years later they exhumed her and, in Hector's presence,
placed her ghastly remains in a new coffin and reinterred them in the
Montmartre Cemetery.

In October, 1854, Berlioz legalized the situation of Marie Recio by
marrying her.

                                 * * *

More wanderings lay ahead of him. He could have gone to New York, had he
so chosen, and conducted concerts there. Rightly or wrongly he declined
the offer. But in 1855 he harvested rich honors at a Berlioz Festival
which his untiring champion, Liszt, staged in Weimar. A work which
greatly stirred the audience at the Weimar Court Theatre was the newly
composed "L'Enfance du Christ". This exquisite "legend", as simple,
transparent and unpretentious as most of his other works are huge in
scale and demanding, is a delicate little trilogy divided into sections
respectively called "Herod's Dream", "The Flight to Egypt" and "The
Arrival in Sais". It looked, for a while, like a turn in Hector's
fortunes. Almost wherever the oratorio was performed it met with a favor
to which the composer was quite unaccustomed. In Paris there actually
were ovations and the press spoke of a "masterpiece"!

Berlioz was aware that Wagner, slowly but surely, was elaborating his
gigantic "Nibelungen" project and he, too, became gradually filled with
a scheme for a mythological opera. His old love for Virgil's gods and
heroes, dating back to the days of his boyhood and his Latin readings in
his father's library, reasserted itself. He dreamed of a vast fresco in
which the siege of Troy, Aeneas, Hector, Priam, Cassandra, Dido and the
rest of the splendid personages of the Mediterranean world should be
combined in the action of a great lyric tragedy carried out "in the
Shakespearian manner." But though the idea fired him it also terrified
him as he thought of the giant efforts it involved and the
disappointments it was sure to entail. He confided his ambitions and his
fears to Liszt's friend, the Princess Caroline Sayn-Wittgenstein. It was
she who spurred him to the task and overrode his doubts and scruples.

"You must create this opera, this lyric poem or whatever you choose to
call it", the Princess insisted, and as he continued to plead the
troubles it meant, she silenced him with a pretended severity: "Listen!
If you shun the sufferings which this labor may and, indeed, ought to
cause you--if you are so weak as to be afraid of it, if you refuse to
dare everything for the sake of Dido and Cassandra, then stay away from
me, I never want to see you again!"

It was a liberating word and Berlioz returned to Paris for the
heart-breaking business of writing poem and music. He had foreseen its
pains and obstacles only too clearly, but he wrestled furiously with
them and kept the oath he had given. Sombre and lonely he composed,
revised, expanded, cut down, suppressed and altered in a thousand
different ways. The epic seemed to be taking all sorts of impractical
forms and the composer realized that even all the conventional devices
of dramaturgy might not avail to fit it for the theatre. Two years of
intensive work brought the end of the score in 1858. Meanwhile Berlioz
had terminated his Memoirs, which he kept at the Conservatoire out of
fear that his second wife, in the course of her often indiscreet
searchings, might light upon some secrets he preferred to hide. In the
end he confided the manuscript to Liszt, to thwart Marie's curiosity if
he were to die. For Hector had been much haunted by thoughts of death as
the time went by. Years of disappointment were more and more taking toll
of his nervous system. He was tortured by what the doctors called
"intestinal neuralgia", against which medicine appeared to be
unavailing.

"Les Troyens" was, in many ways, the supreme blow of his life and more
than anything else his child of sorrow. In the year of its completion he
tried in vain to have it sung at the Opéra. Three years later that
institution accepted it but did not give it. Finally, Léon Carvalho,
manager of the Théâtre Lyrique, mounted it on November 4, 1863. The
composer had found it necessary to divide his six and a half hour opera
into two parts--"La Prise de Troie" and "Les Troyens à Carthage"--to
make a performance possible at all. At that there were cuts, changes,
revisions without end, and to this day versions and "editions" have been
found indispensable if the work is to be made a practical stage piece.
The first presentation did not include the "Prise de Troie" half, and
this portion of the work, of which Cassandra, the composer's beloved
"heroic virgin" is the central figure, Berlioz was never to witness. In
spite of innumerable difficulties and the unfinished state of the
representation the piece was moderately successful at first, the reviews
in the main favorable, the box office fair and Hector himself delighted
with as much of his creation as he heard. But the worries and
tribulations the opera involved (for any change he wanted Hector had to
pay out of his own pocket) brought a nervous breakdown and he managed to
attend no more than four performances. As soon as his back was turned
the management cut and slashed the score without compunction. By the end
of a month audiences had fallen off to such an extent that, before
Christmas, "Les Troyens" disappeared from the repertoire. This new blow
promised to break the unhappy composer's spirit altogether. "My career
is finished" he told someone who hoped for an early resumption of the
work. "I have neither hopes, illusions nor great ideas left", he
reflected bitterly; "my contempt for the stupidity and dishonesty of
people has reached its peak...." And when he was told that audiences
were beginning to flock to hear some work of his he would reply: "Yes,
they are coming; but I am going!"

On June 14, 1862, Marie Recio died suddenly of a heart attack. The blow
struck Hector much less violently than did the passing of his first
wife. Possibly the circumstance that he was engaged on a new work at the
time somewhat blunted the edge of his grief. This latest creation--his
last, as it proved--was the two act opera comique, "Béatrice et
Bénédict", a lyric version of "Much Ado About Nothing"--given for the
first time at the newly built casino in Baden-Baden. "Béatrice et
Bénédict" proved to be a repetition of the "Enfance du Christ"
surprise--a brilliant success from the first. Berlioz was happy, but
also cynical. "People are now discovering that I have melody, that I can
be jubilant and even humorous!" he wrote. Another triumph of the new
work at Weimar, in 1863, further demonstrated that the piece had been
born under a lucky star. Like Verdi, thirty years later, Berlioz was
disposed to conclude his creative career with a comedy inspired by his
idolized Shakespeare. "I have written the final note with which I shall
ever soil a scrap of music paper. No more of that! Othello's
occupation's gone; I should like to have nothing more to do--nothing,
absolutely nothing!" Actually, he had much more to do--conducting,
writing, traveling, suffering. Yet so far as making music was concerned
he was finished.

After Marie Recio's death Hector lived with his mother-in-law, whom he
esteemed and who, in turn, loved him. Love of a different kind still
lured him on. He met a young girl, by name Amélie and felt a fresh
upsurge of romantic passion. But in six months she, too, was dead.
Meanwhile Berlioz and his son had drawn much closer together,
spiritually. Yet Louis was generally far from France and the pair,
though they corresponded, saw but little of each other. One evening a
number of Hector's closest musical friends, angered by the persistent
neglect of the composer by his own countrymen, staged a little private
glorification in his honor. They waited for the guest of the occasion
and when time passed and he did not come a messenger was sent to fetch
him. Berlioz lay on the floor of his room, writhing in an agony of
grief. He had just received word that Louis was dead in Havana!

He was inspired by a sudden wish to renew one of the ties of his
boyhood. And the thoughts of the eternal adolescent turned to Estelle
Duboeuf, his "Stella Montis" of long ago. She was now a widowed old
lady, patrician and proper, who had had a number of children, all of
whom she had carefully reared and some of whom she had lost. She lived
in Lyon and to that city Hector presently turned his steps. Estelle
Fornier, amazed by the unexpected visit and the importunities of her
ageing and weather-beaten guest, received him in kindly fashion, alluded
tactfully to his agitated life but, with gentle firmness, discouraged
his pleas for a somewhat closer friendship. Nevertheless, Berlioz was
carried away by the mere joy of the meeting; and he chose to place an
extravagant interpretation on a few commonplace phrases of hers and the
words "affectionate sentiments" with which she had concluded a brief
message. He continued from afar to worship this mirage and to build it
up into elaborate fictions. He corresponded further with the decorous
old lady, imagined vain things and confided to the Princess Wittgenstein
"this kind of suffering is indispensable to me."

Meanwhile, he was off again on travels. In 1866 he conducted "La
Damnation de Faust" in Vienna and in 1867 led half a dozen concerts in
St. Petersburg where he made the acquaintance of Balakireff, Tchaikovsky
and other Russian musicians, till, unable to endure the rigors of that
climate, he returned to France, longing passionately for the sunshine
and warmth of the Riviera. Walking on the beach at Monaco he suffered a
bad fall the consequence, it appears, of a slight stroke, which recurred
a few days later. He rallied, however, though once back in Paris he
found it necessary to spend long and dreary days in bed. He had made his
will, leaving his books and scores to the Conservatoire and distributing
his meager "fortune" to his nieces, besides settling a sum of 1800
francs on Estelle Fornier (which she is said to have declined) and
providing a tiny income for his mother-in-law. Of his various crowns,
laurel wreaths and other "trophies" he made superb bonfire! "I feel that
I am going to die" he wrote his Russian friend, Vladimir Stassoff. "I
believe in nothing any more ... I am exorbitantly bored. Farewell!
Writing causes me no end of trouble."

Gradually his faculties refused to function; little by little his brain
became clouded, his tongue thickened, he made no attempt to talk and
appeared to want nothing. On March 8, 1869, the long-embattled and
sore-tried fighter, who had never attained inner or outer harmony, found
peace. A final touch of irony was provided by the fact that his
graveside valedictory was spoken, in the name of the Conservatoire, by a
certain Elwart, to whom Berlioz had once said: "If _you_ are to make a
speech at my funeral I prefer not to die!"


                      COMPLETE LIST OF RECORDINGS
                                  _by_
                   THE PHILHARMONIC-SYMPHONY SOCIETY
                              OF NEW YORK


                            COLUMBIA RECORDS

                 _Under the Direction of Bruno Walter_

  Barber--Symphony No. 1, Op. 9
  Beethoven--Concerto for Violin and Orchestra in D major (with Joseph
        Szigeti)--LP
  Beethoven--Concerto No. 5 in E-flat major ("Emperor") (with Rudolf
        Serkin, piano)--LP
  Beethoven--Symphony No. 1 in C major, Op. 21--LP
  Beethoven--Symphony No. 3 in E-flat major ("Eroica")
  Beethoven--Symphony No. 5 in C minor--LP
  Beethoven--Symphony No. 8 in F major--LP
  Brahms--Song of Destiny (with Westminster Choir)
  Dvorak--Slavonic Dance No. 1
  Dvorak--Symphony No. 4 in G major--LP
  Mahler--Symphony No. 4 in G major (with Desi Halban, soprano)--LP
  Mahler--Symphony No. 5 in C-sharp minor
  Mendelssohn--Concerto in E minor (with Nathan Milstein, violin)--LP
  Mendelssohn--Midsummer Night's Dream--Scherzo (with Nathan Milstein,
        violin)
  Mozart--Cosi fan Tutti--Overture
  Mozart--Symphony No. 41 in C major ("Jupiter"), K. 551--LP
  Schubert--Symphony No. 9 in C major
  Schumann, R.--Symphony No. 3 in E-flat major ("Rhenish")--LP
  Smetana--The Moldau ("Vltava")
  Strauss, J.--Emperor Waltz

               _Under the Direction of Leopold Stokowski_

  Copland--Billy the Kid (2 parts)
  Griffes--"The White Peacock", Op. 7, No. 1--LP 7"
  Ippolitow--"In the Village" from Caucassian Sketches (W. Lincer and M.
        Nazzi, soloists)
  Khachaturian--"Masquerade Suite"--LP
  Tschaikowsky--Francesca da Rimini, Op. 32--LP
  Wagner--Die Walkure--Wotan Farewell and Magic Fire Music (Act
        III--Scene 3)

                  _Under the Direction of Efrem Kurtz_

  Glinka--Mazurka--"Life of the Czar"--LP 7"
  Grieg--Concerto in A minor for Piano and Orchestra, Op. 16 (with Oscar
        Levant, piano)--LP
  Herold--Zampa--Overture
  Kabalevsky--"The Comedians", Op. 26--LP
  Khachaturian--Gayne--Ballet Suite Dances--LP
  Khachaturian--Gayne--Ballet Suite No. 2--LP
  Lecoq--Mme. Angot Suite--LP
  Prokofieff--March, Op. 99
  Rimsky-Korsakov--The Flight of the Bumble Bee--LP 7"
  Shostakovich--Polka No. 3, "The Age of Gold"--LP 7"
  Shostakovich--Symphony No. 9--LP
  Shostakovich--Valse from "Les Monts D'Or"
  Wieniawski--Concerto No. 2 in D minor for Violin and Orchestra, Op. 22
        (with Isaac Stern, violin)--LP

                 _Under the Direction of Charles Münch_

  Saint-Saens--Symphony in C minor, No. 3 for Orchestra, Organ and
        Piano, Op. 78--LP

                _Under the Direction of Darius Milhaud_

  Milhaud--Suite Francaise

                _Under the Direction of Artur Rodzinski_

  Bizet--Carmen--Entr'acte (Prelude to Act III)
  Bizet--Symphony in C major
  Brahms--Symphony No. 1 in C minor--LP
  Brahms--Symphony No. 2 in D major--LP
  Copland--A Lincoln Portrait (with Kenneth Spencer, Narrator)--LP
  Gershwin--An American in Paris--LP
  Ibert--"Escales" (Ports of Call)
  Liszt--Mephisto Waltz--LP
  Moussorgsky--Gopack (The Fair at Sorotchinski)
  Moussorgsky-Ravel--Pictures at an Exhibition--LP
  Prokofieff--Symphony No. 5--LP
  Rachmaninoff--Concerto No. 2 in C minor for Piano and Orchestra (with
        Gyorgy Sandor, piano)
  Rachmaninoff--Symphony No. 2 in E minor
  Saint-Saens--Concerto for Piano and Orchestra No. 4 in C minor (with
        Robert Casadesus)--LP
  Sibelius--Symphony No. 4 in A minor
  Tschaikowsky--Nutcracker Suite--LP
  Tschaikowsky--Suite "Mozartiana"--LP
  Tschaikowsky--Symphony No. 6 in B minor ("Pathetique")--LP
  Wagner--Lohengrin--Bridal Chamber Scene (Act III--Scene 2)--(with
        Helen Traubel, soprano and Kurt Baum, tenor)--LP
  Wagner--Lohengrin--Elsa's Dream (Act I, Scene 2) (with Helen Traubel,
        soprano)
  Wagner--Siegfried Idyll--LP
  Wagner--Tristan und Isolde--Excerpts (with Helen Traubel, soprano)
  Wagner--Die Walkure--Act III (Complete) (with Helen Traubel, soprano
        and Herbert Janssen, baritone)
  Wagner--Die Walkure--Duet (Act I, Scene 3) (with Helen Traubel,
        soprano and Emery Darcy, tenor)
  Wolf-Ferrari--"Secret of Suzanne", Overture

                _Under the Direction of Igor Stravinsky_

  Stravinsky--Firebird Suite--LP
  Stravinsky--Fireworks (Feu d'Artifice)
  Stravinsky--Four Norwegian Moods
  Stravinsky--Le Sacre du Printemps (The Consecration of the Spring)--LP
  Stravinsky--Scenes de Ballet--LP
  Stravinsky--Suite from "Petrouchka"--LP
  Stravinsky--Symphony in Three Movements--LP

                _Under the Direction of John Barbirolli_

  Bach-Barbirolli--Sheep May Safely Graze (from the "Birthday Cantata")
  Berlioz--Roman Carnival Overture
  Brahms--Symphony No. 2, in D major
  Brahms--Academic Festival Overture
  Bruch--Concerto No. 1, in G minor (with Nathan Milstein, violin)--LP
  Debussy--First Rhapsody for Clarinet (with Benny Goodman, clarinet)
  Debussy--Petite Suite: Ballet
  Mozart--Concerto in B-flat major (with Robert Casadesus, piano)
  Mozart--Symphony No. 25 in G minor, K. 183
  Ravel--La Valse
  Rimsky-Korsakov--Capriccio Espagnol
  Sibelius--Symphony No. 1, in E minor
  Sibelius--Symphony No. 2, in D major
  Smetana--The Bartered Bride--Overture
  Tschaikowsky--Theme and Variations (from Suite No. 3 in G)--LP

              _Under the Direction of Sir Thomas Beecham_

  Mendelssohn--Symphony No. 4, in A major ("Italian")
  Sibelius--Melisande (from "Pelleas and Melisande")
  Sibelius--Symphony No. 7 in C major--LP
  Tschaikowsky--Capriccio Italien

               _Under the Direction of Andre Kostelanetz_

  Gershwin--Concerto in F (with Oscar Levant)--LP

  LP--Also available on Long Playing Microgroove Recordings as well as
        on the conventional Columbia Masterworks.


                             VICTOR RECORDS

               _Under the Direction of Arturo Toscanini_

  Beethoven--Symphony No. 7 in A major
  Brahms--Variations on a Theme by Haydn
  Dukas--The Sorcerer's Apprentice
  Gluck--Orfeo ed Euridice--Dance of the Spirits
  Haydn--Symphony No. 4 in D major (The Clock)
  Mendelssohn--Midsummer Night's Dream--Scherzo
  Mozart--Symphony in D major (K. 385)
  Rossini--Barber of Seville--Overture
  Rossini--Italians in Algiers--Overture
  Verdi--Traviata--Preludes to Acts I and II
  Wagner--Excerpts--Lohengrin--Die Gotterdammerung--Siegfried Idyll

                _Under the Direction of John Barbirolli_

  Debussy--Iberia (Images, Set 3, No. 2)
  Purcell--Suite for Strings with four Horns, Two Flutes, English Horn
  Respighi--Fountains of Rome
  Respighi--Old Dances and Airs (Special recording for members of the
        Philharmonic Symphony League of New York)
  Schubert--Symphony No. 4 in C minor (Tragic)
  Schumann--Concerto for Violin and Orchestra in D minor (with Yehudi
        Menuhin, violin)
  Tschaikowsky--Francesca da Rimini--Fantasia

               _Under the Direction of Willem Mengelberg_

  J. C. Bach--Arr. Stein--Sinfonia in B-flat major
  J. S. Bach--Arr. Mahler--Air for G string (from Suite for Orchestra)
  Beethoven--Egmont Overture
  Handel--Alcina Suite
  Mendelssohn--War March of the Priests (from Athalia)
  Meyerbeer--Prophete--Coronation March
  Saint-Saens--Rouet d'Omphale (Omphale's Spinning Wheel)
  Schelling--Victory Ball
  Wagner--Flying Dutchman--Overture
  Wagner--Siegfried--Forest Murmurs (Waldweben)


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