Hyperion Records

This slight piece of Victoriana (or should it be Lincolniana?) plays to the public’s susceptibility to overt sentimentality. Charming it may be, though listened to blind few could detect Gottschalk’s monogram on a single bar which, if nothing else, proves his versatility. But it hardly compares with Chopin’s miniature masterpiece of the same name.

from notes by Jeremy Nicholas © 1994