The Sun.
London, England, 1850-09-24 00:00:00

FOURTH DAY.

" The first question you are askedein.the streets is,
Have you seen the Nightingale ?' Never was there
such a furore about a woman before—at least not
since the time of the Trojan war." Jenny Lind is
" another Joan of Arc ;" she has taken the city by
storm. From morn till dewy eve the Irving-house
was crowded with human beings, within and with-
out, and the steam-boats and railway trains are
loaded with passengers coming to this metropolis to
see the Swede." " Even the clergy and bishops are
running to see her." Dr. Cummings, a splendid
orator on the slavery question, has already been at
her with some schoolgirls and a six-dollar bouquet.
Of course, he expects a concert for his school. "At
twelve o'clock Bishop Hughes paid his devoirs, and
laid on the flattering unction in the most delicate
manner. Jenny Lind felt highly 'honoured with a
visit from so distinguished a churchman."
"Next came Major Woodhall, to tender the en-
chantress the welcome of the city of New York, and
then proceeded to shower compliments on Made-
moiselle. 'He said —We have heard Mslibran and
other singers, but we all know you are the Queen of
Song.
"Jenny Lind (interrupting him)—You frighten
me. Everybody frightens me with too much praise.
I fear I shall never come up to the expectations firmed
of me. I have been spoiled with flattery twice before,
and I fear I shall be spoiled again.
" Mayor—We know that you are accustomed ;to
this, and that it cannot injure you. We think you
worthy of it.
"Jenny Lind—No; it is always new to me, I
cannot accustom myself to it. There is too much
friendship shown me. lam full of imperfections, and
if you continue to flatter me in this way I shall trem-
ble when I come to sing.
"It was quite evident," says the Weekly Herald,
from which we quote this edifying conversatior,
"that Miss Lind, who is made or a mould peculiarly
sensitive and susceptible of applause, was overwhelmed
with the praises lavished upon her by the two distin-
guished individuals who had thus visited her in suc-
cession. Her cheek was mantled with blushes."

Miss Lind was then visited by about 400 ladies,
after which she was carried off by the President of

TUESDAY

the American Art Union to a private view of the ex-
hibition. The pictures honoured with her notice are
an minaudtjeoiiilyidn;scrroiobrn; edwhTerneethpeayrtfiyalisatnhleringnwalked
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into an
collation, a crowd of " fashionable ladies," and a host
of officials with singular names. Speeches ensue.
Jenny Lind is enrolled a member amid a shower of
compliments, and in with difficulty driven back
through the crGwd to hex hotel. The near approach
of the ticket auction, fixed for Satard3y, creates in-
tense excitement.

FIFTII DAY.
Jenny Lind's personal appearance, her intellectual
qualities, her religious sensibilities are now minutely
discussed, and fully appreciated. It is ascer-
tained by an immense comparison of observations
that she is not what is called beautiful, but a
great deal better. Tho generous publtc had
taken alarm at the prospect of her being fleeced in
the way of charity performances, but is now consoled
at the thought that they help
to make up that spi-
ritual ideal, in which consists her great charin. The
press also makes the agreeable discovery that by its
glowing descriptions of Jenny Lind it contributes to
the same happy reauit. It is reported that the exist-
ing engagement between Barnum and his fair protégé
is cancelled, and a new one substituted, by virtue of
which Jenny Lind and Barnum are to divide the net
profits—not only in the United States but all over the
world—to the cad (4' that lady's career. To obviate
any momentary alarm this announcement may occa
sion, we may as well Mention that Mr. Barnum is a
married man. The prize of 200 dollars for the
best poem on Jenny Liod's visit is now
awarded to Mr. Bayard Taylor, out of 750
competitors. The other topics of Friday, are
the fan simile of the card to the balcony,
with directions to the bearer; an indignant denial by
Mr. Howard that he had bribed Jenny Lind with
1,000 dolls., to put up at Irving's Hotel; more mon-
ster bouquets, multitudinous visits by ladies and
great functionaries, some adventures of Jenny Lind in
quest of " a sensible old horse ;" and speculations on
the mode in which the will pass next Sunday.
SIXTH DAY.

Saturday morning is occupied with anticipations of
the auction to come off in that day. The policy of
this price or that price, the produce of the sale, and
the peculiar character of the musical world in New
York, as compared viith that of London, are discussed
with financial vigour. The Weekly Herald, which has
always been beating down the money value of Jenny
Lind, while it cried up her talents and virtues, says
that one dollar would be about the figure that would
pay best, and reduces it to arithmetic. It now ap-
pears that the 750 disappointed competitors for the
Jenny Lind prize are all deeply disgusted, and, what
is worse, that Jenny is equally disgusted with the
successful poem which she is expected to sing, and
which is a fulsome eulogy of •bereelf. The choice is
declared to be a job. It was known before who was
to have the prize, and the only merit of the poem is
in its adaptation to music. More bouquets. Jenny
Lind's choiceof a private secretary is announced, and
we are told about him ; as uho that " she spends to-
morrow with.the Rev. Mr. Baird."

EV'ENING,