ANTIQUE VANITY FAIR 1886 ORIGINAL LITHOGRAPH FRANZ LISZT MEN OF THE DAY COA #389 for Sale

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ANTIQUE VANITY FAIR 1886 ORIGINAL LITHOGRAPH FRANZ LISZT MEN OF THE DAY COA #389 For Sale

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ANTIQUE VANITY FAIR 1886 ORIGINAL LITHOGRAPH FRANZ LISZT MEN OF THE DAY COA #389:
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ANTIQUE VANITY FAIR1886 ORIGINAL LITHOGRAPH PRINTFRANZ LISZT MEN OF THE DAY #358 CERTIFICATEFranz Liszt ('Men of the Day. No. 358.')on the back of the image!MAN OF THE DAY No.358THE ABBYPrinted by Vincent Brooks, Day & Sons. Lithographs
Certificate reads: Certificate of Authenticity and RegistrationThis Vanity Fair Cartoon of: Frantz Liszt is #389 anis one of the famous Vanity Fair lithographs published inLondon, England in 1886. It is an original print not areproduction and should be carefully preserved. Thepint is certified below by an induvial registration numberof Vanity Fair, LTD. of Cincinnati, Ohio owners of theoriginal lithograph published by the Vanity Fair CartoonCompany of London England. Registration No. of thisoriginalpint is No. 43535In 1811 a very graceful and well-conducted comet appeared in the Heavens,which, in October of that year, was observed shining with uncommonbrilliancy over a house in Raiding, in Hungry, where dwelt an officialn the Imperial service whos name was Adam Liszt. Naturally Mr.Liszt's friends expected something would follow, an no one wassurprised when, on the 22nd of the month, Mrs. Liszt gave birth toa man child. They christened him Franz; and as the comet kept onshinning, the family of concluded that the infant would become prodigious.But when he had turned six they began to be uneasy, for the youth wasstill backward. At eight he would do nothing but play on the piano,so Mr. Liszt in alarm put him into his best pelisse and carried him toLondon, in Great Britten, where instead of shoeing him the sights,he took him to a man in the phrenological line who felt the heads ofthe public at a shelling or two per head. To him Mr. Liszt tendered thecustomary fee with these observations: This is my son Franz. He iseight old and very stupid. Be good enough to feel his head" when thephrenologist came to the musical bump, he said: I don't think your sonis very stupid; he has a genius for music. At ten he was an infantwonder, and gave his first concert an Oldenburg. At twelve they calledhim :The Little Hercules" and he played at Vienna, where Beethovenstepped on the platform and kissed him on both cheeks. To this dayhe tells his friends, with emotion, "jai recu le celebre naiser deBeethoven: oui,"jai le baiser de Beethoven." He came to England andwon the praise of King George IV., which was nothing but he alsowon the praise of the whole musician world, which was something.At twenty they called him the king of the keyboard, and he had norival executant. All of Europe may be said to have risen and boweddown before him. He had a splendid presence, and a personal charmwhich made everyone to whom he spoke his friend, and he playedas no one had ever played before .He became the great and the onlyvirtuoso ;He was not so much feared as worshiped. Yet they sayneither praise, homage, nor flattery has ever spoiled him, and for fiftyyears his generosity has been a proverb. When he played in Liverpool,as a lad, a yokel walked into the artist's room and "Give us your hand,my little wonder! said he, and placed a guinea in it. "But what shallI do with this? asked Liszt. " Save it lad, save it! said the countryman,and walked out.But Liszt never saved anything: he has received enormous sums,but what he has taken with one hand he has given away with the other.He has taught thousands of pupils, without accepting sixpence fromthem. In the hay day of his fame he breathed the air of everyCourt in Europe. He has lived royally, and he fraternized with royalty,and when occasion required he has a Gladstone Bag full of all theDecorations which all the Crowned Heads of Europe were capable ofbestowing on him. He has trilled Princesses with a smile, and madesome countesses happy and others envious. Nearly forty years ago,when he was still the master pianist of the world, he suddenly retired,withdrew himself from all public performances, and settled at Weimeras Kapell-Meister to the Grand Duke. He studied, wrote, and composed,and produced between two hundred and three hundred works.He bought Schubert into prominence, and but for his efforts Wagnermight have been comparatively unknown to this day. Perhaps hisown position as composer has yet to be fixed, but this is nothinguncommon; Beethoven following, while he lived, was a small one.Liszt is now the high priest of the advanced musicians. Some peoplebelieve in he music of the future and some do not. Those whobelieve in it, believe also in Liszt and all his works. These may bedestined to immortality, but as Liszt is the only person who can playthem properly it is perhaps an open question. He spends six monthsof the year at Weimer, and the other six between Pesth and Rome.His like is ordered on the simplest lines, and he seldom sleeps morethan five hours a night. In daytime he sleeps best while composersare playing him their new and original pieces. He is reputed anelegant scholar, and he speaks fluently most of the languages ofEurope --except his own. He is fond of whist, which he playswiththe Continental variations. He smokes bad cigars on a fixed principle.It is perhaps unnecessary to say that he has lately visited England,for the third time when he played before the Queen at Windsor, dinedwith the Prince of Whales in Pall Mall, and was received upstanding bycrowded audiences whenever he entered the concert-room. While hestayed here he was entertained with great hospitality by AlfredLittleton at Westwood House, Sydenham, and he developed agentle liking for weak sherry and water.
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