The following is the programme which was presented last evening:

Schumann. Overture, (Manfred.)

Spohr. Aria.

Liszt. Symphonic Poem.

(Les Preludes.)

Dvorak. Symphony, D major.

If there ever was a perfect performance, the rendering of the overture deserves to be called perfect. So vividly were Manfred's sorrows, his despair and noble defiance of fate brought before the listener that when the last low notes died away it seemed a shame that the illusion should be destroyed. Liszt's symphonic poem was given with the usual success, and seemed to be the most popular number on the programme.

Dvorak, the talented Bohemian has evidently been a close student of Beethoven. In many places through the symphony there are passages which remind one of the great master, although the originality of the work is unquestioned. The first movement is fiery and modulatory. The prevailing tone of the second is much quieter, but it reveals a wonderful depth of earnest feeling. The scherzo is a very taking movement, an odd and pleasing effect being gained by the interruption of the rythm by syncopation. The finale is jovial in character, somewhat after the style of the finale of Beethoven's seventh.

Miss Gertrude Franklin was the soloist. Her voice is pleasant in quality, but lacks the power to make the most of such a piece as the first aria. The second, which called for nothing more than expert and smooth vocalization, was more within her powers. The audience, which was rather small on account of the bad weather, was sufficiently pleased to recall her after each number.