At Mendelssohn Hall yesterday afternoon the remarkable Russian pianist, Vladamir [Vladimir] de Pachmann, gave his last recital of the present season. The rain prevented the audience from being as large as it would have been under more favorable conditions, for there is no doubt that there are always many persons ready to listen to the performances of this erratic player. The programme yesterday was made up entirely of compositions by Chopin, and, since De Pachmann has the fame of being a specialist in the performance of this sort of music, he had the deepest attention, and an abundance of ready-to-hand applause. His programme was one most peculiarly arranged. It consisted entirely of preludes, mazurkas, and études. This intentional omission of the familiar waltzes and ballades was a stimulus to the curiosity of students.

It is unnecessary to make extended comment on the performance. Pachmann's facile style, his delicate touch, and his marvellously beautiful tone-color were never displayed to better advantage than in the exquisite pieces which he performed yesterday afternoon. The audience was plainly delighted with his work, and he might have gone on playing for another hour without wearying his hearers. What more could the spirit of mortal desire? That Pachmann will come to us again seems now to be a certainty. That he will be welcomed, like a visitor to a provincial town, by "a large circle of friends and admirers," is equally beyond doubt.