Everywhere in the history of music we read of what men have been willing to do for the love of their art.  It is not that they have been willing to do when told; but that they have cheerfully done painful, laborious tasks of their own accord.  The name of every master will recall great labor willingly given for music and equally great suffering willingly endured, nay, even sought out, that the music might be purer to them.  Poor Palestrina went along many years through life with the scantiest means.  But, as he says, “in spite of all, I have never interrupted the study of music.”  Bach was as simple and loyal a citizen as any land could have, and from the early years when he was a fatherless boy to the days of his sad affliction, he sacrificed always.  Think of the miles he walked to hear Buxterhude, the organist; and in the earlier years, when he lived with Johann Christopher, his brother, how eagerly he sought learning in the art that so fascinated him.  It was a constant willingness to learn honestly that distinguished him.

Any of us who will labor faithfully with the talents we have can do a great deal—­more than we would believe.  Even Bach himself said to a pupil:  “If thou art equally diligent thou wilt succeed as I have."[40] He recognized that it matters little how much we wish for things to be as we want them; unless our wish-thoughts are forced into prompt action we cannot succeed; for while all thoughts seek action, wish-thoughts demand the most labor.

It would be pleasant to have a Talk about every one of the great masters to see in what particular way each of them sacrificed for the art he loved.  In all of them the true qualities come out:  in one as earnestness; in another as determination; in another as patriotism; but all are loyal to the art itself.  It must be a very plain lesson to us to see that when men are willing to give all their thoughts to a subject they get much from it.  And is it not quite as plain to see that no one can get much if he gives but a few unwilling minutes to it?  I trust none who hear these Talks will ever think that with a little time given to their music, and that not freely given, they can ever get either pleasure or comfort from it.  They never can.  And rather than do it so they would better leave it undone.  If we set out on the way to go to the masters we shall get there only by earnestness.  Lagging is a disgrace to the one who travels and to the one to whom we go.  It shows his laziness on the one hand, and his misunderstanding of the master on the other; for if he understood he would take no listless step.

Now we have said again and again that true music comes from the heart, and is simple.  At the same time we find it difficult to understand the music of the masters.  That is, some of us find it so.  It seems anything but simple to us; and naturally we conclude that there is something wrong somewhere.  We sit at our tasks, poring over the music, and we grow discouraged because we cannot play it.  To think it a very hard task is natural, and we cannot bear to hear such tones.  Well, let us not get discouraged for that; let us see!