To the acceptance in this country of Madame Lehmann’s cycle “In a Persian Garden” is directly due its popularity in England. Miss Allitsen’s largest income is received from her American publishers. As to Madame d’Hardelot, her songs are found in the portfolios of many women amateurs, and had her second visit to the United States been accomplished this season as projected, the charm of her personality would doubtless have led to a wider popularity for them.
Miss Allitsen emerged from surroundings well calculated to stifle the strongest of art instincts, and at a comparatively late day first took up the study of composition.
Madame d’Hardelot, more fortunate in the atmosphere of early surroundings, brought to her task a charm of individuality that may be ascribed in certain measure to her Irish ancestry, and a talent for dainty melody. She, too, began to study composition later than the accepted time and handicapped by many hours of daily teaching to accomplish, a handicap at one time shared by Miss Allitsen.
An odd, lonely little girl, thrown upon her own resources for amusement, Frances Allitsen improvised ballads at the piano, her favorite theme being of battles, a theme strangely at variance with the Miss Allitsen of to-day, whose chief charms are her gentle voice and violet eyes. Wanting to be a singer, she began to study, only to lose her voice. Any predilections in a musical direction were frowned upon and association with musical people not to be thought of, according to the ultra and peculiar views of her family. Her girlhood was spent in a little English town where, as she puts it:
“It was impossible to go out walking of an afternoon without it being imputed that I was going to see the young men come in on the train; where the chief subject of conversation was garments, and the most extravagant excitement sandwich parties.”
With the loss of her voice Miss Allitsen began to compose and to engage a little in the writing of fiction, some of which found its way into the magazines. Domestic troubles, illness, and death put these things away from her mind for years, and it was not until a severe illness, brought about by overstrain, that Miss Allitsen a twelvemonth subsequent to her trouble turned her thoughts once again to composition.
Taking some of her manuscripts to Mr. Weist Hill, of the Guildhall School of Music in London, her talent was recognized by him, a recognition accompanied by pronounced regret that she had put off serious study until so late. Again, conditions were unfavorable, for Miss Allitsen was engaged in teaching singing, and the major part of her days being necessarily spent in trains and omnibuses, the night hours alone—and in a state of exhausted fatigue—were left for study.
The poets from whose verses she makes in major part her selection are Swinburne, Browning, Shelley, Longfellow, Riley, and Alfred Austin, the last of whom she reckons among her close friends. Her simple little sitting room is decorated with the photographs of artists and of young girls who come to confide their love-affairs to her. Added to these are photographs of their husbands and husbands-elect. On the piano is a photograph of Lord Kitchener of Khartoum. One day, in talking to a writer, Miss Allitsen said: “Whenever I feel like shirking my duty I look at his portrait.” Judge of the composer’s surprise, a surprise naturally not unmixed with chagrin, not- withstanding the humor of it, when she read herself quoted as saying that she could not compose without a portrait of Lord Kitchener before her.
Of mingled French, Irish, and English ancestry and of English birth, Madame Guy d’Hardelot’s early years were spent at an old chateau in Normandy. After study in Paris she went to London. Subsequent to her marriage reverses came, and she began to teach singing, studying composition when it became evident from the reception of one or two of her first efforts that she had a chance in this direction. Her success in the main she attributes to the fact that her teacher, Clarence Lucas, strove to develop her individuality by unconservative method.
French and English verses she has used almost equally for her song-settings, some of the former being by Victor Hugo, and of the latter by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Latterly she has gone in for “acting” songs, one of which, “The Fan,” has been translated into French for Madame Calvé.
Once each season Madame d’Hardelot gives an “At Home,” at which half of musical London is present.
Madame Lehmann, possessed of inherited talent from her mother, known as a song-writer and arranger under the initials A. L., has had from the outset the advantages of musical surroundings and leisure. Educated to be a concert singer, but unable to appear in public without suffering from extreme nervousness, she first turned her attention to song composition after her marriage, an occasion which marked her retirement from the concert room.
Of the three, while Miss Allitsen had the most discouraging surroundings, Madame Lehmann experienced the greatest difficulty in getting into print, her “in a Persian Garden,” having literally gone the rounds of the London publishers only to be refused, being finally accepted with misgivings by a firm to which it eventually brought a tidy fortune.
In a talk with Madame Liza Lehmann, known in private life as Mrs. Herbert Bedford, she told me certain phases of her musical experience that may here be aptly quoted in her own words:
“‘I sometimes think that never beams so red
“I was fearfully discouraged. I showed the composition to Mr. Ben Davies, and he was greatly pleased with it; so that, when a kind friend proposed a performance of the work at her house, the Welsh tenor assisted. The other singers were Madame Albani, Miss Hilda Wilson, and Mr. David Bispham.
“I played the accompaniments. It made an immediate success and was afterward done at the Monday Popular Concerts, when I sat in a state of nervous trepidation until it was ended; then I was called to the platform. But it was America that took up ‘In a Persian Garden.’ Prior to that it got few performances here. A prime cause for that success in America is due to the fine ensemble work of American quartet choirs because of their practice together. Here there was little interest in concerted music; singers were taken up with their solos, but now all the composers are writing song-cycles, and all the publishers want song cycles.
“I have often been asked how I compose. Of course, one must be thoroughly imbued with the spirit of words. But I am so thoroughly engrossed in my work, so absorbed, that I really do not know how a musical idea arrives; it arrives so swiftly that I can only say that it has arrived.
“If I were asked what form of composition women are best fitted to write I should say that I hope they will win in all forms. But there is this important thing to remember: we have not the muscle and strength that men have to resist fatigue. ‘We do things, but we pay the penalty of nervous strain. When people say that women are equal to men I always feel that physically they are not fitted to run the same race. If they accomplish things they pay up for it. It is sad, but it is true.”