the last movement is
concerned with the actual ballad I will confine my remarks mainly to
that. I wish, however, to call your attention to a curious harmony in
the first movement. Upon the return of the first theme the trombones
break in upon a dominant B major harmony with what is apparently a
dominant C major harmony, D, F, and B. But the chords are actually
enharmonic of D, E sharp, and B. This is a dominant harmony in F sharp.
Listen for these trombone chords, and pay special attention to the E
sharp--a tone that is extremely characteristic of Raff."

"I think I have read somewhere," said Mrs. Givu A. Payne, "that Raff was
exceedingly fond of E sharp."

"He was," said Dr. Dubbe. "He often said he didn't see how he could get
along without it. But to resume:

"The fourth movement opens with Lenore's lamentation over her absent
lover and her quarrel with her mother--the oboe being the girl and the
bassoon her parent. Lenore foolishly curses her fate (tympani and
triangle), and from that moment is lost. There is a knock at the door
and her dead lover appears with a horse and suggests something in the
nature of an elopement. Not knowing he is dead, Lenore acquiesces, and
away they go (trumpets, flutes and clarinets).

"'T is a wild and fearful night. Rack scuds across the moon's wan face
(violas and second violins). Hanged men rattle in their chains upon the
wayside gibbets (triangle and piccolo). But on, on, on go the lovers,
one dead and the other nearly so.

"At last they reach the grave in the church-yard, and death claims the
lost Lenore ('cellos and bass viols _pizzicato_). For a conclusion there
is a coda founded on the line in the ballad, 'Gott sei der Seele
gnaedig.' It is very sad."

Dr. Dubbe seemed much affected by the sad tale, and many of us had to
wipe tears away. But Miss Ellenborough came to our rescue with some
lovely doughnuts made in the shape of a true lovers' knot. These, with
the tea, quite restored us.

VI.

There really wasn't any study class this week--that is, Dr. Dubbe did
not appear. While the class waited for him and wondered if he were ill
a messenger brought me the following note:

"My Dear Poeta: Kindly inform the class that there will be no
lecture this week. I cannot stand for such a trivial program as Herr
Thomas has prepared.
C. F.-D."

"He might have told us sooner," said Miss Georgiana Gush.

"Why, yes; he knew last week wh