1nber the Patronage of
their Excellencies the Ciovernor ,Oeneral 5Labx)14ortbcote, ant)
ibis Exec[leiter the %tate Oovernor ILabx, 'Calbot.
Marsball=hall
Orchestral Concert.
Zeason, 1007.
jfirst Concert of the Zenon,
being the 74th since their inception.
town ball, Melbourne, ot Zaturbap Afternoon, Map 18,
3 p.m..4 .4 .4 .4 .4
Orchestra of 72 Eirtists.
Conductor :
Prof. O. IL. Marsballoiball.
Pianiste :
madame Ceresa Carreno.
Vocalist : Miss flounce 13allara.
prices of Admission
for this Concert only have been raised to :
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13obr of tall = 4/=-.
Brea 2/6
16ox Dian at Ellan's.
wt. 3. lbophins,
arritestral Salm4er./11S. tbilip fox, 472 Cbancerp Zane,
Mon. $ecretarp. 6.C.STEINENS,RINTER.146 ELIZABETH STREET.
Wagner.
4. Introduction to the 3rd Act Lohengrin Beethoven.
3. aria
3ntervat.
"Ah Perfido" •••
(006 potence IBallara. The Managers desire to thank Messrs. Williamson and Bland Holdt for permitting Members of their respective Orchestras to attend Rehearsals.
Ah' perfido, spergiuro, barbaro traditor, tu parti ? E son questi Fli ultimi tuoi congedi ? Ove s'intese tirannia pit crudel ? Va, ecellerato
!
va, pur fuggi da me!
l'ira dei Numi non fuggirai.Se v't giustizia nel ciel, Se v'e pieta, congiureranno a gara tutti a punirti
!
Ombra seguaee!
Presente ovunque vai, vedrt le mie vendette ; io gia is godoimmaginando ;
i fulmini ti veggo gih balenar d'intorno.
Ah no
!
Fermate, vindici Dei Risparmiate quel cor, ferite it mio ! -&el non 6 pit qual era, son'io qual fui ; Per lui vivea, voglio morir per lui
!
Per pieta non dirmi addio Di to priva the fare?
Tu lo sai, hell' idol mio, Io d'affanno mode).
Ah crude]
!
to vuoi ch'io mora!
Tu non hai pieta di me ?Perche rendi a chi t'adora Cosi barbara mercd?
Dite voi, se in tanto affanno Non son degna di pieta
Ah perfidious and perjured one, Barbarous traitor, thou leavest me
!
Are these thy last farewells ! Cruel tyranny unheard of ! Go perverse one, Go flee from me.Thou wilt not escape the wrath of the Gods If there be justice in heaven,
If there be pity and mercy
They will all vie to exorcise thy punishment Pursuing shadow.
I shall be always present, wherever thou goest, I shall witness my revenge.
I enjoy it already in my mind.
The thunderbolts already encircle thee.
Ah no
!
stop avenging Gods!Spare that heart
!
Pierce mine!
If he be no longer what he was, I am yet what I was.
For him alone I lived, for him I shall die.
Mercy do not bid me farewell
!
Without thee what shall I do ?Thou knowest my beloved Of grief I shall die
!
Ah cruel one
!
thou wishestme
to expire Hest thou no pity of me,Why so pitiless to one who adores you, Why such barbarous reward ?
Say, am I not worthy of pity Amidst so great suffering ?
MAIM/VIE TERESA CARRENO.
MADAME TERESA CARRENO
WILL GIVE A
Short Series of Pianoforte Recitals
At the MELBOURNE TOWN HALL, commencing on MONDAY NEXT. . .
p rogramme. The SECOND CONCERT of the Season
1- Overture " Flying Dutchman " Wagner.
WILL TAKE PLACE IN THEIn this picturesque work is wonderfully depicted the breezy buoyancy of the ocean. The wind whistles through the shrouds, huge mountainous billows come rolling by, upon them furiously hisses the rain, and in the midst of the storm is heard the passionate cry of the curse-haunted mariner, doomed for evermore to sail the bitter seas, until he find release in the love of a woman "faithful unto death." Amid the fury of the hurricane the still small voice of hope is for a moment heard, only to be drowned by fresh and fiercer outbursts. The fated ship is hurried on without rest from scene to scene, while ever deeper grows his despair. But even as this reaches its culmination, the theme of hope, of redemption, enters. In vain the hostile forces hurl themselves against it ; it grows ever louder and louder—a final outburst of the hostile elements, and it swells into a triumphal passionate certainty, overwhelming all else. On the mighty sweep of the united strings, mounting like a surging ocean billow, the weird theme of the "Flying Dutchman" is upwards borne, to lose itself in the quiet peace of woman's love :--
Das unbeschreibliche Hier ist gethan ; Das Ewig-Weibliche Zieht uns hinan.
2. Concerto for 'pianoforte anb Orchestra in E Flat Major (The Emperor). Beethoven.
MADAME TERESA CARRENO.
Town Hall, Melbourne,
On SATURDAY, JUNE 15th, at 3 p.m.
programme.
1. Symphony in E Flat Major Marshall
-Hall.
2. Prelude "Parsifal Wagner.
3. Concerto for Flute and Orchestra Mozart.
/Or. Ztoneham.
4. Enbante from Sp11lphOliv in E Minor (No. 5) Tschaikowsky.
The stillness of the languid summer-night is surcharged with tragic melancholy. Are these two lovers, who on the eve of endless parting pour forth their souls to one another in fervid animate strains, which seem to sum up all that the world contains of longing, tenderness, and despair ? The violins mount up, impassioned, as though the mere force of mortal desire were enough to burst the trammels of fate. Then they sink away in broken sighs and half-uttered phrases. The clarionet and bassoon murmur plaintively over the throbbing strings, like night-voices heard amid pulsing wavelets:
Nought is wake But the waves that pour Noiselessly
On a noiseless shore.
Their tones are caught up and repeated with growing vehemence by strings and wood-wind ; they change character and become full of wild agitation. With a harsh discordant roar the frightful morrow discloses itself, full of hatred and menace. The horrid nightmare vanishes suddenly as it appeared. More fondly, more passionately the lovers abandon themselves to their transitory dream :
Sighing he spake—"Ah, sweet, that it were so ! That here in quiet night our souls might flow In kisses forth, and mix with the naught air ;
That we might die, I tangled in thy hair, As never lover had so glorious shroud, Thou in mine arms, the sun hid in a cloud :
That we might cease, even as evening's breath That is, and is not,—melting Into death As shapes of frost melt into tender rain, Unheeding, and unheeded, with no pain."
