In the evening I went to see "Tannhäuser" at the Auditorium. Outside, the building looks more like a penitentiary than a place of amusement--a huge pile of masonry, built of great, rough, black-looking blocks of stone. Inside, it is magnificent. I do not know anything to compare with it for comfort, grandeur, and beauty. It can hold seven thousand people. The decorations are white and gold. The lighting is done by means of arc electric lights in the enormously lofty roof--lights which can be lowered at will. Mr. Peck kindly took me to see the inner workings of the stage. I should say "stages," for there are three. The hydraulic machinery for raising and lowering them cost $200,000. Madame Lehmann sang grandly. I imagine that she is the finest lady exponent of Wagner's music alive. She not only sings the parts, but looks them. Built on grand lines and crowned with masses of blond hair, she seems, when she gives forth those volumes of clear tones, a Norse goddess strayed into the nineteenth century. M. Gounod describes Wagner as an astounding prodigy, an aberration of genius, a dreamer haunted by the colossal. For years I had listened to Wagner's music, and, like most of my compatriots, brought up on the tuneful airs of Bellini, Donizetti, Rossini, Verdi, Auber, etc., I entirely failed to appreciate the music of the future. All I could say in its favor was some variation of the sentiment once expressed by Mr. Edgar W. Nye ("Bill Nye") who, after giving the subject his mature consideration, said he came to the conclusion that Wagner's music was not so bad as it sounded. But I own that since I went to Bayreuth and heard and saw the operas as there given, I began not only to see that they are beautiful, but why they are beautiful. Wagnerian opera is a poetical and musical idealization of speech. The fault that I, like many others, have fallen into, was that of listening to the voices instead of listening to the orchestra. The fact is, the voices could almost be dispensed with altogether. The orchestra gives you the beautiful poem in music, and the personages on the stage are really little more than illustrative puppets. They play about the same part in the work that pictures play in a book. Wagner's method was something so new, so different to all we had been accustomed to, that it naturally provoked much indignation and enmity--not because it was bad, but because it was new. It was the old story of the Classicists and Romanticists over again.