far down the vista of history stands the grecian homer, unique, and, save for hesiod, alone amidst the memorable years. alone we say, but from the view-point of his contemporaries was visible in the background—even to the dim horizon of civilization—many an eminence inferior only when compared with that colossal peak of ionic song. to every philologist, to every classical scholar, the development and finish of the homeric hexameter argues convincingly a poetical ancestry of which the iliad and the odyssey are culmination.
the chiselled achievements of phidias, and whatsoever else extant of attic sculpture, attest the attained perfection of an art in whose day of puerility the primitive cave-dweller, with a bit of broken flint, idly scratched upon the bones of his prey, crude semblance of man, animal, fish, reptile and bird. the worthiest triumphs of renaissance painting are traceable to the cruel, warlike impulse of the savage daubing himself to hideousness with earthy pigments and the red juice of ripened berries. the grand creations of the german tone-builders were evolved from the battle-yells of aboriginal tribes.
thus in earth's purest, highest things is exemplified the law whereby the noble somehow emerged from the ignoble like the sweet and tinted flower rooted in the unsavory compost: whereby also the formative mind of man itself gained scope and symmetry, not through sudden and strenuous exercise, but in a way comparable to the sphering and solidifying and upbuilding of a planet, in fact, that infinitely gradual and orderly process which nature in her wisdom has everywhere counterparts, as when she evolved these modern years from the countless, non-achieving ages of unrecorded savagery; ages repulsive with the dominant, brute passions of men.
thus, in view of the foregoing, it may with assurance be admitted that every genius is endowed not only by the immediate, gracious gift of god, but also by the accumulated bequeathings of every predecessor in the same domain of usefulness.
well we know that while the puny efforts of the ordinary individual ripple but for an instant some little surface of the vast ocean of mortal life, others there be, centers of mental and spiritual power at once wide-reaching, deep-sounding, and long-enduring. always in touch with unseen angel hands, these are verily the world's immortals co-working with the divine law of human progress. deathless are they in deed and name; the prophet of truth, the priest of god, the patriot warrior, the incorruptible statesman, the wise ruler, the inspired artist and the uplifted singer.
our immediate purpose bids us choose from this noble company; let us look somewhat into the dedicated life of johann sebastian bach; let us inquire briefly into the musical mission of one of the chief promoters of human enlightenment.
at cursory glance, the solid and abiding work of bach may be called the bed-rock, the basic strata, whereon rests our musical world of this present. but, remembering the flemish fuguists and their predecessors, the canon writers of the gotho-belgic school, and, earlier, the parisian developers of the primitive counterpoint originating in french flanders during the tenth century, we discover other strata underlying and upholding the passion music, the sacred cantatas, and the instrumental preludes and fugues. nor need this discovery belittle our estimate of bach; it but illustrates the dependence of the human mind, unstable without the foundation and buttress of other minds. shakespeare himself was largely the product of exceptional conditions, the rich flower of the elizabethan environment, the chief dramatic poet, the genius most gifted, among an unusually gifted group of notables.
the flemish school of composition, which, at the advent of bach, had now flourished for at least a century and a half, was most fortunate in one of its earliest pupils, palestrina, who, infusing into its abundant learning the spirit of genius, forthwith evolved for his italy a noble and devout school of sacred music. but, despite the unhampered labors of the flemings, no native individualizer and summarizer of their efforts appeared during the one hundred and fifty years prior to the birth of bach. no northern palestrina yet fathered a national sacred music suited to the needs of protestant germany.
let none accuse nature of niggardness because neither seed time nor summer bends with the ripened corn and wheat. let him await her seasonable yield, unfailing while the sun shines and the earth revolves. but nature has sowing and springing and ripening in other and far distant fields; and if we, unseeing, comprehend not, let it suffice that she, the wise and provident, wholly knows what sun is shining on those fields, and the diameter of the orbital turning of their world she knows, and the orderly come and go of their unfailing seasons. and so it befell that in fitly appointed time, and not in capricious moment, she gave to the world sebastian bach to be the great individualizer and father of german music.
of bach's contemporaries and forerunners of the flemish school, the most worthy were undoubtedly those whom he revered; those who, either by creation or interpretation, incited him to early effort, and easily moulded his plastic youth into semblance of the unsurpassed composer and performer which, because of mature and independent after-labor, he wholly became. and yet, as compared with him, of what largeness are his outgrown models? of what enduring substance, of what undimmable fame, such musicians as sweelinck, scheidemann, schuitz, and even reinken and buxtehude?
many a genius has towered the one exception in a family not intellectually prominent. unlike the majority of his class, bach owed much to heredity. others of his blood, immediate ancestors and numerous living relatives, all had accomplished something worthy of mention in music. nor did nature expend her energies in producing him the greatest of the bachs. that of which his genius was the culmination, ceasing not with himself, experienced a gradual decline through his numerous descendants.
never was a genius more thoroughly equipped for his life work than was sebastian bach. musical learning in him first reached its fullness. in his larger compositions, as in the epics of milton, every page reveals the student of the ages; but what in lesser men sinks to dry scholarship, in bach, as in milton, becomes a glorious compendium of classical erudition, and this because of the abundant presence of that transforming quality denied to mediocrity, to wit, imagination.
many a great page of milton, and, for that matter, of dante also, proves but hard reading to the unlettered who oftentimes would conceal their ignorance under the guise of fulsome praise. so with bach. while granting his obvious learning, many amateurs, fairly musical, and not a few professional musicians, but little estimate his noble quality of imagination.
bach is in very truth the musician's musician, the touchstone of his training. when for himself one has conquered the technicalities of fugal composition, he is in fair way to estimate bach at par value, for, to his own discomfiture, he has discovered that the construction of a fugal theme, pronounced and pliant as even the briefest bearing the impress of bach, is one of the great doings of musical skill and imagination. these qualities bach further shows in the treatment of subject and counter-subject by means of the stretto, and all devices of canon and polyphonic counterpoint, moving in broad and stately volume to the final cadence and the organ point.
in their highest and most eloquent efforts, vocal or instrumental, the composers of the contrapuntal school had recourse always to the fugue whose every voice part is rendered individually prominent as in no other form of musical expression, ancient or modern; nor can anything more adequate in this respect be constructed or conceived of. but the attainment of a perfect, fugal style is fraught with difficulties insurmountable to many composers, and almost so to some whom we rightly deem among the greatest.
beethoven himself was not by natural bent a fuguist; his genius led him far afield. notwithstanding the strength and boldness of his figures, the distinctiveness of his basses, and the melodic flow of the intermediate parts of his harmony, the not many examples of fugue, found in the bulk of his collected works, show chiefly the ambition of the explorer; and this in one the monarch of many another domain of music.
as constructor of vocal fugues, mendelssohn was all that scholarship could make him, but his themes, when compared with those of bach and handel, are deficient in the quality of boldness. the theme is the soul of the fugue, its center and source of life, and boldness is one of the chief requirements of the theme. individualized, it attracts instant attention and is easily recognized throughout its augmentations, diminutions, and inversions. among the leading composers of every land, from italy to poland and from france to scandinavia, may be named many divinely inspired melodists, and also many noble harmonists, whose classic or romantic measures abound in felicitous modulations and every beauty of the free style; but how the great masters of fugue narrow one by one as we eliminate those fallen short of its chiefest requirements! finally there remain but two. kings are they. sovereigns indeed. contemporary rulers born in the selfsame years. george frederic handel is one, and johann sebastian bach is the other.
in the ?well-tempered clavichord,? a work which the celebrated theorist richter has well said ?should be in the hands of all who devote themselves to the higher branches of musical study,? we have, by the universal acknowledgment of authorities, the culminating perfection of the contrapuntal school, that ample heritage from an era more and more behind the classicism of haydn, mozart and beethoven, and the romanticism of schumann, chopin and wagner. severe with the legacies of the medi?val spirit, this comprehensive work of bach, embracing the totality of the major and the minor keys, is, for breadth and strength, comparable with the chief religious frescoes of michel angelo.
with reverence, and a sense of deep obligation, every sterling musician looks back to johann sebastian bach, seeing in him the virile forebear of whatsoever is rich and euphonious and learned in modern instrumental music. composers like felix mendelssohn and robert franz, have sat at the feet of bach and hailed him their musical messiah, and many, numbered not in the circle of such discipleship, have harkened to the voice of his teaching; and some there be, who, touching but the hem of his garments, were cured of weakness and infirmity.
the grand, old german chorals, those voicings of religious fervor steadfast and heart-deep, wherefrom every frivolity of the world was banished; those massive, stately hymns of a communion whose worshippers each mingled his individual offering with the outpour of congregational praise, are forever associated with the name of bach, their amplifier and enricher, as with the name of him who introduced them into the service of the lutheran church. bold and enduring, like monolithic hills, those rugged chorals long had stood untouched by the meddlesome hand of mediocrity. surely their incorporation by bach into his greatest works demanded a genius equal to that of their originators, and, in addition, the total of judgment and learning which our master summoned to his well-accomplished task.
at the very outset of his career, bach was drawn to the style of composition which thereafter characterized his efforts. the italian opera, that belonging of quite another people, that importation which was to absorb, until past middle life, the energies of his great contemporary handel, held for bach no allurements. he had in supreme degree the instinct of the born specialist; he desired and aimed to do a supreme thing supremely. his was that native wisdom which confined his energies within their wide and deep channel, the course of non-resistance indicated by the cleavage of the hills and the lay of the valleys of the rugged, musical landscape which had environed his predecessors, and amidst which he himself matured to self-conscious, artistic being. but, though a specialist, bach was so in the true sense of the word. his comprehensive interest could not be circumscribed and iron-bound by his specialty. well he knew the anatomy of the whole body of music, and well he realized the interdependence of its various members; and so with keen interest he noted every happening in parts most removed from the center of its life.
naturally, we find him seeking acquaintance with handel far off in the english home of his adoption. but the opportunity for a friendship no doubt of vast, mutual advantage, handel seems to have ignored. perhaps he preferred the lone sufficiency of his gigantic selfhood. other reasons might be conjectured, but, in truth, handel had grown somewhat out of touch with bach. aside from the matter of the italian opera, the environments of london metropolitan life, and also the art life of england—largely moulded by her great masters of english verse—had reacted upon the genius of handel making him in some degree non-german, and yet, by way of compensation, making him the chief glory of english music, and the model of native composers who but for him might have harked back to purcell and orlando gibbons. different indeed was the life of bach, a life remote from the great centers of worldly activity. in that life is seen no arenal contests like those which, fast and furious with thrust and counter thrust, too much filled the rival days of handel and bononcini.
the compositions of bach provoked no partisan spirit, nor cared he for that mere notoriety which benefits the well-damned equally with the well-praised. in the lives of men like bach and handel, every moment of well-ordered activity is a boon to their public, every moment of misdirected effort is an unmitigated loss. however, in the life of bach we lack cause to regret an abortiveness of result lamentable in the life of handel of whom it might be asked, of what musical enrichment to the present are those many operatic effusions of his busy, young manhood, and his industrious middle-prime? for the most part they are dead and coffined in the dark of oblivion. whatsoever escapes forgetfulness has, with rare exceptions, experienced a veritable reincarnation among the florid beauties of his oratorios, the crown and glory of his last and greatest years.
