use, and dissolved her family. They were scattered to their several homes. She said that her place was by her brother's side. It would seem that none were sorry for some excuse. The Princ

art. Old Carricchio said that the northern sunshine was more intolerable than ever, and that he should return to Italy, but would take Vienna in his way. It might be supposed that this old man would have been much

d her with pity. She appeared unusually affectionate to her husband and to his sister, and she despatched the Count to secure a residence in Vienna, where she expressed her intention of taking the entire family as soon as the

walking side by side upon the te

e an idea. I have already arranged the score. I shall throw this story into the form of opera-a serious opera, not one of your farcical things.

s and imaginative men. It is all ideal. You talk of farce, I prefer the jester's farce. I neve

greeable even! Art never contemplates the disagreeable; it would cease to be true art if it did. But when you are happy yourself, when you

to me," said the

it is selfish it cannot be art. Art has an end, an aim, an intent

n the Maestro, who seemed to

am sure of it. He is neither one thing nor the oth

for that poor chil

e for the Signorina. She will be a great actress and singer. The death of this child is everything to us; it was just what was required to give her power,

talk of art. I would not go to Vienna with him but for the Signorina. I will see her once upon the s