of Huon of Bordeaux and the caliph’s daughter were indifferent to the audience, compared with the simple but deep interest of the fortunes of the young German forester and his village bride; and the gay and brilliant fairy element of the “Oberon” was no sort of equivalent for the startling diablerie of Zamiel, and the incantation scene.  The music, undoubtedly of a higher order than that of “Der Freyschuetz,” was incomparably more difficult and less popular.  The whole of the part of Reiza was trying in the extreme, even to the powers of the great singer for whom it was written, and quite sure not to be a favorite with prime donne from its excessive strain upon the voice, particularly in what is the weaker part of almost all soprano registers; and Reiza’s first great aria, the first song of the fairy king, and Huon’s last song in the third act, are all compositions of which the finest possible execution must always be without proportionate effect on any audience, from the extreme difficulty of rendering them and their comparative want of melody.  By amateurs, out of Germany, the performance of any part of the music was not likely ever to be successfully attempted; and I do not think that a single piece in the opera found favor with the street organists, though the beautiful opening chorus was made into a church hymn by discarding the exquisite aerial fairy symphonies and accompaniments; and the involuntary dance of the caliph’s court and servants at the last blast of the magical horn was for a short time a favorite waltz in Germany.

Poor Weber’s health, which had been wretched before he came to England, and was most unfavorably affected by the climate, sank entirely under the mortification of the comparatively small success of his great work.  He had labored and fretted extremely with the rehearsals, and very soon after its production he became dangerously ill, and died—­not, as people said, of a broken heart, but of disease of the lungs, already far advanced when he came to London, and doubtless accelerated by these influences.  He died in Sir George Smart’s house, who gave me, as a memorial of the great composer whom I had so enthusiastically admired, a lock of his hair, and the opening paragraph of his will, which was extremely touching and impressive in its wording.

The plaintive melody known as “Weber’s Waltz” (said to have been his last composition, found after his death under his pillow) was a tribute to his memory by some younger German composer (Reichardt or Ries); but though not his own, it owed much of its popularity to his name, with which it will always be associated.  Bellini transferred the air, verbatim, into his opera of “Beatrice di Tenda,” where it appears in her song beginning, “Orombello, ah Sciagurato!” A circumstance which tended to embitter a good deal the close of Weber’s life was the arrival in London of Rossini, to whom and to whose works the public immediately transferred its demonstrations of passionate admiration with even