THE persistence of mankind in seeking out and learning to understand and enjoy great works of art is very reassuring. Though they may go astray in the wilderness for a whole generation and more, the undying instinct for worth generally enables them to arrive at the goal in the end. It may even take a century or so, as it did in the case of J. S. Bach; but the few who have the desire for real quality are always searching for "hid treasure," and when good fortune rewards them the public rejoice in their discoveries; as they did in the case of some of Schubert's instrumental works, which had lain gathering dust in a cupboard for fully a quarter of a century before their existence was revealed.
People whose view is limited to their own time can show good excuse for groaning at the lack of recognition of contemporary talent. When one thinks of contemporary appreciation indeed, it seems a perfect marvel that anything of a high order ever survives, especially in the case of music. Every characteristic of human disposition seems against it. Art requires attention, but native indolence defers