Robert
Schumann
Never was a marriage more blessed with love
and music than that of Robert and Clara Schumann. It was a musical rhapsody, yet
like all good rhapsodies it had its moments of dissonance, for the combined
melodies of their life together did not always run in thirds and sixths, and the
shadow of Robert's illness frequently cast it in the sombre minor mode in which
it was destined to end.
"Father has always laughed at so-called
domestic bliss," wrote Clara in the diary they kept in common shortly after
their marriage in 1840. "How I pity those who do not know it; they are only
half alive!" And this was the key in which the rhapsody began in the little
apartments at No. 5, Inselstrasse, Leipzig. There were two grand pianos, but
they couldn't both be played at the same time, and herein lay the first touch of
domestic friction, ultimately smoothed over by the good sense of both. Robert
was so busy composing he gave Clara, further handicapped by the housework for
which she was untrained, very little time for practice. "I cannot find one
little hour in the day for myself," she wails. "If only I didn't get
so behind!"
What she lost in practice, however, she
gained in musicianship. The second week of their marriage they began to study
the Well-tempered Clavichord of Bach; and ever afterwards they worked
together at canon and fugue and the music of the masters. Robert took Clara on a
personally-conducted tour through Cherubini's Art of Counterpoint, and
she learned to compose. Under his influence she changed from a brilliant
girl-virtuoso pianist into an artist of the loftiest conceptions. What the
memory of those hours of loving study must have meant to her after Robert's
untimely death!
Early Married Life
They started married life on an income of approximately a
thousand dollars a year - not bad in those days, and in Germany. Part of this
was private income, and part Robert's earning as editor of the Neue
Zeitschrift fur Musik, the musical journal he founded and continued to edit
for four years after their marriage. Soon, however, came additions to the
family, which necessitated greater effort, and it was the practical Clara who
did most of the earning by resuming her concert work. Later Robert became music
director in Dusseldorf and thus aided the family budget.
Marie was their first child, born September 1, 1841.
"How proud I am to have a wife who, in addition to her love and her art,
gives me such a gift," writes Robert in the diary. The 13th of the month
was Clara's birthday, and little Marie's christening day; and Robert surprised
his wife with the printed parts of his first symphony, a bound volume of their
joint songs, and the score of the D minor symphony "which I had secretly
finished." (Schumann's habit of composing in secret and remaining aloof for
days at a time caused Clara a few pangs of jealousy.) Later that year he also
wrote the familiar Schlummerlied as a Christmas gift. It was the charming
custom of these two lovers to write music for each other's birthdays and family
festivals.
Robert was not altogether pleased to have Clara resume her
concert work. He hated the loneliness when she was away, and was sensitive of
what people might say, but both desire and necessity urged her on, and Robert
did not openly revolt. Compensations came with the happy reunions and the
home-life that followed.
They
had seven children in all; Marie, Elise, Julie, Ludwig, Ferdinand, Eugenie and
little Felix, named after Mendelssohn. Felix was born after Robert was in the
asylum and missed the happy times enjoyed by the others when their father joked
with them, rode them on his knee, taught them little songs and played or read to
them. "When I look back on my life" wrote Marie, "my childhood
shines as the brightest spot in it." And again she says, "Our mother
gave us piano lessons, and every Sunday morning we played to father." He
loved to tease them. "We met him once," says Marie, "as we were
coming out of school. We saw him walking with Herr v. Wasielewski on the other
side of the street, and ran across to say good morning and offer our hands. He
pretended not to know us, looked at us through his glasses, and said: 'And who
may you be, dear little people?' We were very much amused." Schumann's love
for his children found happy expression in the Kinderscenen and the Kindersonaten
- "for such child-performers as never were!" commented Clara, and the
name was afterward changed to Klaviersonaten fur die Jugend (Piano Sonata
for the Young).
Shortly after their marriage, Robert's health
had begun to break down, and their life in Leipzig, Dresden and Dusseldorf was
frequently passed under great anxiety on this account. He became nervous and
irritable, and prone to melancholy aloofness. Frequently he complained of
rushing sounds in his ears, and toward the last heard imaginary music with extra
ordinary vividness. One night he got up from bed to write out a theme which, as
he said, an angel had sung to him. He often heard angel music of this sort, but
at times the angels were replaced by demons who told him in hideous music that
he was a sinner and would be cast into hell.
The Happiest Year
Notwithstanding this growing shadow, possibly the happiest
year Robert and Clara spent together was that before Schumann's malady took its
final form. A brilliantly successful tour in Holland, where both were received
with the warmest enthusiasm, brightened their lives considerably. And Robert
composed with a feverish vigor they could not recognize as the final spurt of a
dying flame. The Schumanns never lacked for friends, but the year brought them
in closer touch with Joachim, and gave them a new friend in Brahms, then
scarcely more than a youth whose genius Robert acclaimed. They were to be a
great consolation to Clara in the years that followed - Joachim and Brahms.
Of the final phase little need be said. Schumann's
increasing malady led him to attempt suicide by drowning in 1854. At his own
request he was placed in a private asylum, where he died July 29, 1856, after
sixteen years of a married life which forms one of the tenderest episodes in the
history of music.
The Etude Magazine
December 1920