EDOUARD REMENYI.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1979, 14 March 1885, Page 3

EDOUARD REMENYI.

This world-famed Hungarian violinist i*> announced in another column to appear at the Public Hall, Hamilton, on Thuisday next, the 19th inst. He will be assisted by Mm flattie Uowning(soprano), Mr Rudolph Hunnier (tenor), and Mi J. Luckstone (solo pi.iniste), and the programme will be a varied onn. The Press of the colony, wherever M. Ronienyi has been, speak of bit performances in the highest terms of praise, and the testimony of the newspaper critics is fully boine <>nt by the large audiences which have everywhere gieeted the " King of the Violin." Private individu iN, too, have testified to their delight in vauous other ways. The following i*i taken from a private letter sent by a gentleman to a fiijnd in Christchurch :— "I have jnst returned from another of Kemenyi's concert", and remembering youi enthusiasm for \iolin playing am tempted t(y>lieve my over wrought feelings by telling you something of what I have heaid, though it is near ' the witching hour of night." Listening to Remenyi would, I think, become a passion. The more one heai s the more one wants to hear. There is no satiety about the thing ; the yearning to hear grows by hearing, and when he leaves off playing you feel pained that only a memory remains, and you will never hear the like again. To Remenyi the violm is is a personality through which he reveals himself ; and a medium by means of which he communes with the outer world ; a toy which amuses him ; — any thing, everything, according to the mood which possesst'i him or tho thought which momentarily sways his mind. His fantasia nn Othello was a performance I shall nevei forget. It seemrd to tell of playfnlnc-N joj, tieice passion, of pathos and sutfeimg — all the varying emotions in the gie.it tragedy in short— with a vividness one must hear to imagine. The versatility of a man is something wonderful. After placing a tender, beautiful nir, like " Last Rose of Summer," through endless variations, through sill of which you hear the nielodj threading its way, in lovely windings and turning and giddy mazes, utteily bewilder ing, and leaving you m a melting, pathetic mood, he stirs youi very blond with " The M.ir-eillaise." He plays it with apovvei and effect one would never dicam possible with one little violin. Can you imagine Judge , staid, modest, retiring Judge vigorously clapping his hands like a boy, and vehemently shouting " Bi.ivo ! at the top of his voice, as I heard him to night * * * * * But he can be full of inexpressible sweetness and pathos to*. He enthrals , md captivates. (Jo and hen him when he comes to Christchurch, and 1 sh ill be extremely sin prised and mist iken if ynn do not go to the second, the thud, yea, and every night while he is theie."'