The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1850-09-18

Beaming humidity through their dark lashes so mil
Nor feel his heart warm and his pulses throb wildly?
Poor Pat feels his heart, as no gazes, depart
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Dance light, for my heart il lies under your feet,
Jenny Lind,
BY FREDERIKA Bremen.
There was once poor and plain little girl,
dwelling in a little room, in Stockholm, the cap
ital Of Sweden She was poor little girl in.
deed, then, she was neglected; and would have
and care so necessary to child, if it had not
been for peculiar gift. The little girl had a
fine voice, and in her loneliness, in trouble or in
sorrow, she consoled herselfb by singing. In fact,
she sung to all she did, at her work, at her play,
running or resting, she always sang.
The woman who had her in care, went out to
work during the day, and used to lock in the lit
tie girl, who had nothing to enliven her solitude
but the company of a cat. The little girl play
window, and stroked her cat and sang, when a
lady passed by. She heard voice, and looked
up and saw the little singer. She asked the child
several questions, went away, and came back
several days after, followed by an old music mas
ter, whose name was Crelius. He tried the lit
tie girls musical ear and voice, and he as
tonished. He took her to the Director Of the
Royal Opera at Stockholm, then Count Pinne,
whose truly generous and kind heart was con-
cealed by rough speech and morbid temper
Crelius introduced his little pupil to the Count,
and asked him to engage her as sleeve" for the
opera. "You ask foolish thing, said the Count
gruffiy, looking disdainfully down on the poor
little girl. stWhat shall we do with that ugly
thing? See what feet she has. And then her
face! She will never be presentable. No, we
cannot take her. Away with herr
The music master insisted almost Indignantly.
"Well,'' exclaimed he at last, eff you will not
take her, poor as am, will take her myself, and
have her educated for the scene; then, such ano-
ther ear as she has for music, is not to be found
in the whole world"
The Count relented. The little girl was at
last admitted into the school for eleves at the o.
pera, and with some difficulty, simple gown of
bombazine was procured for her. The care of
her musical education was left to an able mas
ter, Mr. Albert Berg, director Of the song-school
of the opera.
Some years later, at a comedy given by the
eleves of the theatre, several persons were struck
by the spirit and life with which a very young
eleve acted the part of beggar girl in the play,
Lovers Of genial nature were charmed, pedants,
almost frightened. ltwas our poor little girl, who
had made her first appearance, now about four
teen years Of age, froicsome and full Of fun as
child.
A few years still later, a young debutante was
to sing for the first time before the public, in
Weber's Frischutz At the rehearsal proceeding
the representation of the evening, she sang in
manner which made the members of the orches-
ira at once, as by common accord, lay down their
instruments to clap their hands in rapturous ap-
plause. 1t was our poor, plain little girl here
again, who now had grown up, and was to appear
before the public in the role of Agatha. saw
her at the evening representation She was then
in the prime of youth, fresh, bright, and serene
as morning in May, perfect in form-her hands
and arms peculiarly graceful-and lovely in her
whole appearance, through the expression of her
countenance, and the noble simplicity and calm
ness of her manners. In fact she was charming.
We saw not an actress, but young girl full Of
natural geniality and grace She seemed to
move, speak, and sing without an effort of art
All was nature and harmony. Her song was
distinguished especially by its purity, and the
power of soul which seemed to swell her tones
Her "mezzo voice was delightful. In the night
scene where Agatha, seeing her overcome, brea-
thes out her joy in rapturous song, our young
singer, on turning from the window, at the back
OF the theatre, to the spectators again, was pale
for joy. And in that pale joyousness she sang
with burst of out-howing love and life that
called forth not the mrth but the tears of the au-
ditors.
From that time, she was the declared favorite
of the Swedish public, whose musical taste and
knowledge are said to be surpassed no where,
and year after year she continued to be, tho uf-
ter time, her voice being overstained, lost some
what itsfreshness, and the public being satiated,
no more crowded the house when she was sing
ing. Still, at that time she could be heard sing
ing and playing more delightful than ever in Pa
mania, Zauberfiote) or in Anna Bolena, though
the opera was almost deserted. 1t was then late
in the spring, and the beautiful weather called
the people out to natures plays. She had evil
IDENTIFY sang for the pleasure of the song.
BY that time she went to take lessons of Gar
cia, In Paris, and SO gave the finishing touch to
her musical education. There she acquired that
MARBLE, in which she is said to have been equal
led by no singer, and which, compared only to
that Of the soaring and warbling lark, if the lark
had a soul.
And then the young girl went abroad and sang
on foreign shores, and to foreign people, she
charmed Denmark, and charmed Germany, she
charmed England. She was caressed and cour-
tedeverywhere, even to adulation. AT the courts
of the kings, ut the houses of the great and no.
bic, she was feasted as one ofthe grandees Of ma
ture and art. She was covered with laurels and
jewels But friends wrote of her, Gin the midst
Of these splendors, she only thinks Of her Swe.
den, and yearns for her friends and her people I"
One dusky October night, crowds Of people,
1.-THE most part, by their dress, seeming to belong
e the upper classes of society," thronged on the
Baltic harbor at Stockholm. All looked toward
the sea. There was a rumor ofexpectance and
pleasure. Hours passed away, and the crowd
still gathered and awaited, and looked out eager
y towards the sea. At length brilliant rocket
srose joyfully, far out the entrance of the har-
Dor, and was greeted with general buzz on shore.
There she comes! there she isl" A large stea-
mer now came laundering on, making its trium-
Phant way through the focks Of ships and boats
lying in the harbor, towards the shore Of the
.sskeppsbro." Flashing rockets marked its way
in the dark as il advanced. The crowds on the
shore pressed forward as if to meetit. Now the
-leviathan Of the waters was heard laundering
nearer, now il relented, now again pushed on
foaming and splashing, now it lay still. And
there on the front Of the deck, was seen by the
light Of the lamps and rockets, q pale, graceful
young woman, with eyes brilliant with tears, ant
lips radiant with smiles, waving her handkerchie
q her friends and countrymen on the shore.
y was she again-our poor, plain, neglecte,
little girl of former days--who came back in tri
umnh u her fafherland R,if mn more norr n.