prosperity.  The Italian might be said to hear through what is euphemistically called his heart, the Frenchman through his palate, the Spaniard through his toes, the German through his brain, and the Englishman through his purse.  But in truth this does not represent the case at all fairly.  For, to take only modern instances, Italy, on whose congenial soil ‘Cavalleria Rusticana’ and the productions it suggested met with such extraordinary success, saw also in ‘Falstaff’ the wittiest and most brilliant musical comedy since ’Die Meistersinger’, and in ‘Madama Butterfly’ a lyric of infinite delicacy, free from any suggestion of unworthy emotion.  Among recent French operas, works of tragic import, treated with all the intricacy of the most advanced modern schools, have been received with far greater favour than have been shown to works of the lighter class which we associate with the genius of the French nation; and of late years the vogue of such works as ‘Louise’ or ‘Pelleas et Melisande’ shows that the taste for music without any special form has conquered the very nation in which form has generally ranked highest.  In Germany, on the other hand, some of the greatest successes with the public at large have been won by productions which seem to touch the lowest imaginable point of artistic imbecility; and the ever-increasing interest in musical drama that is manifested year after year by London audiences shows that higher motives than those referred to weigh even with Englishmen.  The theory above mentioned will not hold water, for there are, as a matter of fact, only two ways of looking at opera:  either as a means, whether expensive or not, of passing an evening with a very little intellectual trouble, some social eclat, and a certain amount of pleasure, or as a form of art, making serious and justifiable claims on the attention of rational people.  These claims of opera are perhaps more widely recognised in England than they were some years ago; but there are still a certain number of persons, and among them not a few musical people, who hesitate to give opera a place beside what is usually called ‘abstract’ music.  Music’s highest dignity is, no doubt, reached when it is self-sufficient, when its powers are exerted upon its own creations, entirely without dependence upon predetermined emotions calling for illustration, and when the interest of the composition as well as the material is conveyed exclusively in terms of music.  But the function of music in expressing those sides of human emotion which lie too deep for verbal utterance, a function of which the gradual recognition led on to the invention of opera, is one that cannot be slighted or ignored; in it lies a power of appeal to feeling that no words can reach, and a very wonderful definiteness in conveying exact shades of emotional sensation.  Not that it can of itself suggest the direction in which the emotions are to be worked upon; but this direction once given from outside, whether by a ‘programme’