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Maese Pfirez the Organist – Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (1836—1870)
A native of Seville, Becquer ran away from home while still a boy, and went to Madrid, where for many years he led a life of poverty. His entire life’ indeed was spent in executing what hack work he was able to get. He is known for his poems and fantastic tales, the latter written to a certain extent under the influence of the German Hoffmann. Maese Phez is a good specimen of his art both as a teller of tales and a poet of fantasy. It is one of the recognized masterpieces of modern Spanish fiction.

The present version is reprinted from Modem Ghosts, translated by Rollo Ogden. Copyright, 1890, by Harper & Bros., by whose permission it is here used.
Maese Pfirez, the Organist
Do you see that man with the scarlet cloak, and the white plume in his hat, and the gold-embroidered vest? I mean the otie just getting out of his litter and going to greet that lady—the one coming along after those four pages who are carrying torches? Well, that is the Marquis of Mascoso, lover of the widow, the Countess of Villa- pineda.

They say that before he began paying court to her he had sought the hand of a very wealthy man’s daughter, but the girl’s father, who they say is a trifle close-fisted—but hush! Speaking of the devil—do you see that man closely wrapped in his cloak coming on foot under the arch of San Felipe? Well, he is the father in question. Everybody in Seville knows him on account of his immense fortune.

“Look—look at that group of stately men! They are the twenty-four knights. Aha! there’s that Heming, too. They say that the gentlemen of the green cross have not challenged him yet, thanks to his influence with the great ones at Madrid. All he comes to church for is to hear the music.

Maese Pfirez the Organist part 11

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“Nonsense, sister! Banish these fancies with which the adversary endeavors to overturn weak imaginations. Address a Paternoster and an Ave Marie to the archangel, Saint Michael, the captain of the celestial hosts, that he...

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“There, you see,” the mother superior was saying, “your fear is entirely childish; there is no one in the church. All Seville is trooping to the cathedral to-night. Play the organ, and do it...

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“Because,” returned the organist, endeavoring to repress the agitation which revealed itself in the pallor of his face—“because it is so old and poor; one cannot express one`s self on it satisfactorily.”The archbishop withdrew,...

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At last the looked-for moment arrived, when the priest, after bowing low and murmuring the sacred words, took the host in his hands. The bells gave forth a peal, like a rain of crystal...

Maese Pfirez the Organist part 7

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“Ignorance is the boldest of all things. It is true, the fault is not his, so much as theirs who have consented to this profanation, but that is the way of the world. But,...

Maese Pfirez the Organist part 6

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“What was that?” asked the great ladies of the chief judge. He had been one of the first to ascend to the organ-loft. Now, pale and displaying signs of deep grief, he was going...

Maese Pfirez the Organist part 5

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The multitudinous voices of the metal tubes gave forth a prolonged and majestic chord, which died away little by little, as if a gentle breeze had borne away its last echoes.To this opening burst,...

Maese Pfirez the Organist part 4

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Nevertheless, several minutes passed before the celebrant appeared. The multitude commenced to murmur impatiently; the knights exchanged words with each other in a low tone; and the archbishop sent one of his attendants to...

Maese Pfirez the Organist part 3

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`But why need I try to tell you about what you are going to hear lo-night? It is enough for you to see that all the elegance of Seville, the very archbishop included, comes...

Maese Pfirez the Organist part 2

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“But what`s that? They`ve left off. What`s that light? Torches! a litter! It`s the bishop himself! God preserve him in his office as many centuries as I desire to live myself! If it were...

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