Some people have been heard to affirm that there is too much music
going on at Broadminster. There may perhaps be some grounds for the
assumption. At any rate, it is certain that of late few concerts
contributed to solely by local talent have paid their expenses. The
opinion seems to be general that when the vocalists can be heard every
day of the week free of charge in the Minster, people are unwilling to
pay three shillings, two shillings, or even (back seats, unreserved) one
shilling for listening to them at a concert.
Some time ago, however, when the annual Coal Fund was started, it was
absolutely necessary to get up a concert to make a contribution to
this excellent charity; and Lady Birnam undertook the direction of the
affair.
After consultation with some friends from a distance who were supposed
to have sounded all the depths of schemes for the relief of “deserving
objects,” she came to the conclusion that music, illustrated by
_tableaux vivants_, offered the greatest lure to the public. Such a
combination had never been attempted in the town, and its novelty would
make an appeal to the jaded palates of a concert-ridden community.
The plan of illustrating the music was quite a simple one. Certain
dramatic songs were selected and scenery painted to form a suitable
background for the episode treated in each; an illustrative group was
arranged against such a background, and when the curtain was raised after
the singing of each stanza it was like looking at the pictorial cover of
the song itself.
For instance, in “The Village Blacksmith” the baritone sang the first
stanza, up went the curtain, and there appeared on the platform a living
picture of the smith, brawny arms and all, in the act of raising a
hammer to strike a very red-hot horseshoe. The next stanza sung was that
which referred to the children looking in on the smithy, and when it was
sung a charming picture was displayed of immaculate children standing
around the door, while the smith neglected his work to pat them on the
hair. The third tableau showed the interior of a church with the
smith in the family pew raising his eyes pathetically as he hears his
daughter's voice in the choir.
The idea seemed a very pleasing one, and it had the “draw” of novelty
about it. It was found that several good songs lent themselves admirably
to illustration by tableaux, and the young men and maidens were pleased
to have the chance of posing in aid of a deserving charity. It so
happened, however, that Mr. Stamford's mother died only a few days
before the date of the first public performance, so that he was forced
to remove his name from the programme. He was to sing “She wore a Wreath
of Roses,” and the three groups that were arranged for the song were
expected to be among the most effective of the evening.
Mr. Stamford was very sorry to relinquish his intention of singing, but
he promised the Committee to provide the best substitute possible to
get, and this was a friend of his who occupied a position in a bank at
Mallingham. He promised to communicate with this gentleman and to tell
him what he was to do. He was sure to know “She wore a Wreath of Roses.”
The substitute turned up in good time: there was, of course, no need for
a rehearsal! Mr. Stamford had told him what he was to do, he said, and
he preferred playing his own accompaniment.
The first two sets of the evening were received with every token of
approval by the audience: the songs were “The Village Blacksmith”
and Pinsuti's “Night Watch”; and then the charming young lady in
mid Victorian dress, and with a wreath of pink roses on her dark hair,
posed on the daïs against a suitable background. The signal was given to
the tenor, who was seated at the piano behind the curtain. He struck a
few chords and began in excellent style.
“Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling.”
He had actually got to the end of the first stanza before it dawned
upon any responsible person that this was not the “Wreath of Roses,” and
before he could be arrested he had declared that
“Faithful below he did his du-i-ty,
And now-ow he's gaw-aw-en aloft.”
Up went the curtain, revealing a refreshing picture of the pretty girl
in the muslin dress and the pink wreath, and after the usual interval
for applause the curtain fell. Never had the applause been louder: it
caused the members of the Committee who were preparing to strangle the
singer to lose their heads completely, and the singer was well through
the second stanza before they recovered themselves sufficiently to
perceive that it was now too late to do anything, and he went on
complacently to say that
“Tom never from his word departed----”
and so on through the simple, pathetic stanza; and then the curtain rose
and showed the charming young lady in white satin among her bridesmaids
at the door of the church, and once again the applause was rapturous.
“Heavens above! what do the fools mean by applauding?” whispered the
chairman of the Committee.
“Let them go on if they please,” said some one. “They think that this
is Tom Bowling's bride--his fidelity is rewarded, that's the moral
illustrated. 'Tom never from his word departed'--there you are, you
see. 'His heart was kind and soft,' and the combined virtues have their
reward--_vide tableau._”
Then those of the Committee who had some sense of humour hastened into
the anteroom to roar with laughter. They were still so engaged when the
curtain rose for the third and last time, showing poor Tom Bowling's
widow in appropriate garments. Having heard three times that Tom had
gone aloft, it would have been ridiculous if any less pathetic scene had
been shown to the audience.
The decent interval that elapsed before the applause came showed how
deeply affected was the audience.
But the singer at the piano was pounced upon by the Committee and
prevented from going on with his song. He protested that he had only
sung three verses, and that he was bound to finish it; but the Committee
were firm. Not another note would they let him sing, and he retired
hurt.
He was questioned in the anteroom as to how on earth he came to sing
“Tom Bowling” when Mr. Stamford must have told him that his song was to
be “She wore a Wreath of Roses.” Did not Mr. Stamford tell him that? he
was asked.
“Oh yes, he said that; but I wasn't going to sing that foolish,
sentimental rot. Anybody who knows anything about music will agree with
me in thinking that 'Tom Bowling' is worth a dozen of the other, and I'm
supposed to sing 'Tom Bowling' rather well.”
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This was the explanation given by the visitor, and it was commented on
pretty freely by some of the Committee.
But the consensus of opinion among the audience and the critics was in
favour of the belief that the tableaux illustrating scenes in the life
of Tom Bowling--and his widow--were the most effective of the whole
entertainment.