o be
commended if it does not lead into obscurity. This danger seems to
threaten Goldmark's career, judging from his cantata for chorus and
orchestra, the "Pilgrimage to Kevlaar," which, while highly
interesting in places, and distinctly resourceful, is too abstruse and
gloomy to stand much chance of public understanding.

Many of the works that I have had the privilege of examining in MS.
have since been published; there is much originality, much attainment,
and more promise in a number of his songs. His setting of Marlowe's
"Come Live with Me," in spite of a few eccentricities, shows, on the
whole, a great fluency of melody over an elaborately beautiful
accompaniment. His solemn and mysterious "Forest Song" could deserve
the advertisement of being "drawn from the wood." "Die erste Liebe"
shows a contemplative originality in harmony, and ends with a curious
dissonance and resolution. "O'er the Woods' Brow" is very strange and
interesting, though somewhat abstruse. Less so is a song, "An den
Abendsstern;" it has a comparison-forcing name, but is a delightful
song. "Es muss ein Wunderbares sein" is notable for novel effects in
harmonies of crystal with light dissonances to edge the facets. A
sonata for piano and violin and a romanza for 'cello have been
published, and his "Hiawatha" overture has been played by the Boston
Symphony Orchestra. On this occasion the always quoteworthy
mezzotintist, James Huneker, wrote:

"The nephew of a very remarkable composer,--for Carl Goldmark
outranks to-day all the Griegs, Massenets, Mascagnis,
Saint-Saens, and Dvoraks you can gather,--he needs must fear
the presence in his scores of the avuncular apparition. His
'Hiawatha' overture was played by Mr. Gericke and the Boston
Symphony Orchestra Wednesday of last week. At the first
cantilena on the strings I nearly jumped out of my seat. It
was bewilderingly luscious and Goldmarkian,--a young Goldmark
come to judgment. The family gifts are color and rhythm. This
youth has them, and he also has brains. Original invention is
yet to come, but I have hopes. The overture, which is not
Indian, is full of good things, withal too lengthy in the
free fantasia. There is life, and while there's life there's
rhythm, and a nice variety there is. The allegro has one
stout tune, and the rush and dynamic glow lasts. He lasts,
does Rubin Goldmark, and I could have heard the piece through