Then also the brass band contests were famously attended. There were three (or at least two and a half) rival choirs in Hanbridge alone. Choirs from the Five Towns had gone to all sorts of places-such as Brecknock, Aberystwyth, the Crystal Palace, and even a place called Hull-and had come back with first prizes-cups and banners-for the singing of choruses and part-songs. The Five Towns possessed a larger population than any of these centres save Birmingham, and it was notorious for its love of music. It had occurred to somebody in Hanbridge, about a year before, that since York, Norwich, Hereford, Gloucester, Birmingham, and even Blackpool had their musical festivals, the Five Towns, too, ought to have its musical festival. Now, the people who considered the boy's departure to be a dramatic moment in the history of musical enterprise in the Five Towns were Mrs Swann, chiefly, and the boy, secondarily.Īnd more than the moment-the day, nay, the whole week-was dramatic in the history of local musical enterprise. Mrs Swann stared mechanically at the flickering gas in her lobby, and then closed her front door. The car slid away again towards Bursley, making blue sparks. The electric tram slid in thunder down Trafalgar Road, and stopped for him with a jar, and he gingerly climbed into it, practising all precautions on behalf of his violoncello. "And mind what you eat!" added his mother. "Oh!" said Gilbert, with scornful lightness, as though his playing had never suffered from cold hands, "it's quite warm to-night!" Which it was not. "For goodness sake, keep your hands warm," Mrs Swann enjoined her son. In the Five Towns, and probably elsewhere, when a woman puts her head out of her front door, she always looks first to right and then to left, like a scouting Iroquois, and if the air nips she shivers-not because she is cold, but merely to express herself. Mrs Swann looked down the street, which ended to the east in darkness and a marl pit, and up the street, which ended to the west in Trafalgar Road and electric cars and she shivered, though she had a shawl over her independent little shoulders. This form was his violoncello, fragile as a pretty woman, ungainly as a navvy, and precious as honour. Under one arm he carried a vast inanimate form whose extremity just escaped the ground. Over the elegant suit was his winter overcoat, making him bulky, and round what may be called the rim of the overcoat was a white woollen scarf, and the sleeves of the overcoat were finished off with white woollen gloves. Gilbert's age was nineteen, and he was wearing evening dress, a form of raiment that had not hitherto happened to him. It was considered by certain people to be a dramatic moment in the history of musical enterprise in the Five Towns when Mrs Swann opened the front door of her house at Bleakridge, in the early darkness of a November evening, and let forth her son Gilbert. Robert Herrman Sauber, Portrait of a lady, 1900 Robert Herrman Sauber, Portrait of a lady, 1900 I Uncle Tom's Cabin - Harriet Beecher Stowe.The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett.
The Red Badge of Courage - Stephen Crane.The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne.
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