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MY RECOLLECTIONS
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
FOREWORD vii
I MY ADMISSION TO THE CONSERVATOIRE 1
II YOUTHFUL YEARS 11
III THE GRAND PRIX DE ROME 20
IV THE VILLA MEDICI 29
V THE VILLA MEDICI (CONTINUED) 37
VI THE VILLA MEDICI (CONTINUED) 43
VII MY RETURN TO PARIS 53
VIII MY DEBUT AT THE THEATER 63
IX THE DAYS AFTER THE WAR 74
X JOY AND SORROW 82
XI MY DEBUT AT THE OPÉRA 93
XII THE THEATERS IN ITALY 103
XIII THE CONSERVATOIRE AND THE INSTITUTE 114
XIV A FIRST PERFORMANCE AT BRUSSELS 123
XV THE ABBÉ PREVOST AT THE OPÉRA-COMIQUE 136
XVI FIVE COLLABORATORS 148
XVII A JOURNEY TO GERMANY 161
XVIII A STAR 173
XIX A NEW LIFE 186
XX MILAN--LONDON--BAYREUTH 199
XXI A VISIT TO VERDI--FAREWELL TO AMBROISE THOMAS 208
XXII WORK! ALWAYS WORK! 217
XXIII IN THE MIDST OF THE MIDDLE AGES 231
XXIV FROM _Chérubin_ TO _Thérèse_ 242
XXV SPEAKING OF 1793 254
XXVI FROM _Ariane_ TO _Don Quichotte_ 267
XXVII A SOIRÉE 278
XXVIII DEAR EMOTIONS 288
XXIX THOUGHTS AFTER DEATH 302
ILLUSTRATIONS
The Master, Jules Massenet _Frontispiece_
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Massenet at Égreville 44
One of the last portraits of Massenet 68
Mme. Pauline Viardot 84
Titta Ruffo, Caruso and Chaliapine 110
The Forum from the First Act of _Roma_ (_See page 300_) 154
Posthumia (_Roma_) (_See page 297_) 170
Lucy Arbell 212
Persephone in _Ariane_ 244
Queen Amahelly (_Bacchus_) 268
Dulcinée (_Don Quichotte_) 282
Facsimile of Massenet's Reply to an Invitation to Visit America 296
MY RECOLLECTIONS
CHAPTER I
MY ADMISSION TO THE CONSERVATOIRE
Were I to live a thousand years--which is hardly likely--I should never
forget that fateful day, February 24, 1848, when I was just six years
old. Not so much because it coincided with the fall of the Monarchy of
July, as that it marked the first steps of my musical career--a career
which, even yet, I am not sure was my real destiny, so great is my love
for the exact sciences!
At that time I lived with my parents in the Rue de Beaune in an
apartment overlooking the great gardens. The day promised to be fine,
but it was very cold.
We were at luncheon when the waitress rushed into the room like a
maniac. "_Aux armes, citoyens!_" she yelled, throwing rather than
placing the plates on the table.
I was too young to understand what was going on in the streets. All I
can remember is that riots broke out and that the Revolution smashed
the throne of the most debonair of kings. The feelings which stirred my
father were entirely different from those which disturbed my mother's
already distracted soul.
CHAPTER PAGE
FOREWORD vii
I MY ADMISSION TO THE CONSERVATOIRE 1
II YOUTHFUL YEARS 11
III THE GRAND PRIX DE ROME 20
IV THE VILLA MEDICI 29
V THE VILLA MEDICI (CONTINUED) 37
VI THE VILLA MEDICI (CONTINUED) 43
VII MY RETURN TO PARIS 53
VIII MY DEBUT AT THE THEATER 63
IX THE DAYS AFTER THE WAR 74
X JOY AND SORROW 82
XI MY DEBUT AT THE OPÉRA 93
XII THE THEATERS IN ITALY 103
XIII THE CONSERVATOIRE AND THE INSTITUTE 114
XIV A FIRST PERFORMANCE AT BRUSSELS 123
XV THE ABBÉ PREVOST AT THE OPÉRA-COMIQUE 136
XVI FIVE COLLABORATORS 148
XVII A JOURNEY TO GERMANY 161
XVIII A STAR 173
XIX A NEW LIFE 186
XX MILAN--LONDON--BAYREUTH 199
XXI A VISIT TO VERDI--FAREWELL TO AMBROISE THOMAS 208
XXII WORK! ALWAYS WORK! 217
XXIII IN THE MIDST OF THE MIDDLE AGES 231
XXIV FROM _Chérubin_ TO _Thérèse_ 242
XXV SPEAKING OF 1793 254
XXVI FROM _Ariane_ TO _Don Quichotte_ 267
XXVII A SOIRÉE 278
XXVIII DEAR EMOTIONS 288
XXIX THOUGHTS AFTER DEATH 302
ILLUSTRATIONS
The Master, Jules Massenet _Frontispiece_
sPAGE
Massenet at Égreville 44
One of the last portraits of Massenet 68
Mme. Pauline Viardot 84
Titta Ruffo, Caruso and Chaliapine 110
The Forum from the First Act of _Roma_ (_See page 300_) 154
Posthumia (_Roma_) (_See page 297_) 170
Lucy Arbell 212
Persephone in _Ariane_ 244
Queen Amahelly (_Bacchus_) 268
Dulcinée (_Don Quichotte_) 282
Facsimile of Massenet's Reply to an Invitation to Visit America 296
MY RECOLLECTIONS
CHAPTER I
MY ADMISSION TO THE CONSERVATOIRE
Were I to live a thousand years--which is hardly likely--I should never
forget that fateful day, February 24, 1848, when I was just six years
old. Not so much because it coincided with the fall of the Monarchy of
July, as that it marked the first steps of my musical career--a career
which, even yet, I am not sure was my real destiny, so great is my love
for the exact sciences!
At that time I lived with my parents in the Rue de Beaune in an
apartment overlooking the great gardens. The day promised to be fine,
but it was very cold.
We were at luncheon when the waitress rushed into the room like a
maniac. "_Aux armes, citoyens!_" she yelled, throwing rather than
placing the plates on the table.
I was too young to understand what was going on in the streets. All I
can remember is that riots broke out and that the Revolution smashed
the throne of the most debonair of kings. The feelings which stirred my
father were entirely different from those which disturbed my mother's
already distracted soul.
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