with those critics who think it is owing to the strongly-marked,
exclusive Polish national character that these two
works have gained so little sympathy in the musical
world; there are artistic reasons that account for
the neglect, which is indeed so great that I do not
remember having heard or read of any virtuoso performing
either of these pieces in public till a few years ago,
when Chopin’s talented countrywoman Mdlle.
Janotha ventured on a revival of the Fantasia, without,
however, receiving, in spite of her finished rendering,
much encouragement. The works, as wholes, are
not altogether satisfactory in the matter of form,
and appear somewhat patchy. This is especially
the case in the Fantasia, where the connection of
parts is anything but masterly. Then the arabesk-element
predominates again quite unduly. Rellstab discusses
the Fantasia with his usual obtuseness, but points
out correctly that Chopin gives only here and there
a few bars of melody, and never a longer melodic strain.
The best parts of the works, those that contain the
greatest amount of music, are certainly the exceedingly
spirited Kujawiak and Krakowiak. The unrestrained
merriment that reigns in the latter justifies, or,
if it does not justify, disposes us to forgive much.
Indeed, the Rondo may be said to overflow with joyousness;
now the notes run at random hither and thither, now
tumble about head over heels, now surge in bold arpeggios,
now skip from octave to octave, now trip along in
chromatics, now vent their gamesomeness in the most
extravagant capers.
The orchestral accompaniments, which in the Variations,
Op. 2, are of very little account, show in every one
of the three works of this group an inaptitude in
writing for any other instrument than the piano that
is quite surprising considering the great musical
endowments of Chopin in other respects. I shall
not dwell on this subject now, as we shall have to
consider it when we come to the composer’s concertos.
The fundamental characteristics of Chopin’s
style—the loose-textured, wide-meshed
chords and arpeggios, the serpentine movements, the
bold leaps—are exaggerated in the works
of this group, and in their exaggeration become grotesque,
and not unfrequently ineffective. These works
show us, indeed, the composer’s style in a state
of fermentation; it has still to pass through a clearing
process, in which some of its elements will be secreted
and others undergo a greater or less change. We,
who judge Chopin by his best works, are apt to condemn
too precipitately the adverse critics of his early
compositions. But the consideration of the luxuriance
and extravagance of the passage-work which distinguish
them from the master’s maturer creations ought
to caution us and moderate our wrath. Nay more,
it may even lead us to acknowledge, however reluctantly,
that amidst the loud braying of Rellstab there occurred
occasionally utterances that were by no means devoid
of articulation and sense. Take, for instance,