y had allowed
Schubert and Mozart to suffer the direst want on their deathbeds.

An adequate record of Moscheles's life during the twenty years of his
London career would be a pretty full record of all matters of musical
interest occurring during this time. In 1832 he was made one of the
directors of the Philharmonic Society, and in 1837-'38 he conducted
with signal success Beethoven's "Ninth Symphony." When Sir Henry Bishop
resigned, in 1845, Moscheles was made the conductor, and thereafter
wielded the baton over this orchestra, the noblest in England. Among the
yearly pleasures to which our pianist looked forward with the greatest
interest were the visits of Mendelssohn, between whom and Moscheles
there was the most tender friendship. Whole pages of his diary are given
up to an account of Mendelssohn's doings, and to the most enthusiastic
expression of his love and admiration for one of the greatest musical
geniuses of modern times.

We can not attempt to follow up the placid and gentle current of
Moscheles's life, flowing on to ever-increasing honor and usefulness,
but hasten to the period when he left England in 1846, to
become associated with Mendelssohn in the conduct of the Leipzig
Conservatorium, then recently organized. Mendelssohn lived but a few
months after achieving this great monument of musical education, but
Moscheles remained connected with it for nearly twenty years, and to his
great zeal, knowledge, and executive skill is due in large measure the
solid success of the institution. Mendelssohn's early death, while yet
in the very prime of creative genius, was a stunning blow to Moscheles;
more so, perhaps, than would have occurred from the loss of any one
except his beloved wife, the mother of his five children. Our musician
died himself, in Leipzig, March 10, 1870, and his passage from this
world was as serene and quiet as his passage through had been. He lived
to see his daughters married to men of high worth and position, and his
sons substantially placed in life. Perhaps few distinguished musicians
have lived a life of such monotonous happiness, unmarked by those events
which, while they give romantic interest to a career, make the gift at
the expense of so much personal misery.

IV.

As a pianist Moscheles was distinguished by an incisive, brilliant
touch, wonderfully clear, precise phrasing, and close attention to the
careful accentuation of every phase of the composer's meaning. Of the
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