Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1851-03-27
LETTER TO JENNY LdND. =
BY MISS E. s. scUsrARD.

have not looked upon thy face no
heard the music Of thy voice, We
our spirits have often traversed tn
trackless pillows between US, ani
have caught the impressions Of thine
and we have learned TO love thee
Thy name, sweet Jenny, has becoml
TO Us ''familiar as household word,
even from the fashionable emporium
Of the east TO the humblest settle
ment Of our Pacific frontiers. No
an ice-girt hamlet of the north bu
has heard OF thy fame; not palacl
of the luxurious and sunny south bu
longs to bid thee welcomed
We have traced thy history from
the moment when hy infantins
voice first broke upon the ear. Of ap
preciaiing intelligence, and awoke
sympathy in the true votaries o.
music. We have read of thy induc.
ton to that sinner temple" where
the gifted Of heaven alone resort
have learned the resolute strugglings
which burst the fetterS Of difficulty,
and know that Excelsior" has been
the watchword Of each day. We
know that crowned heads and titled
nobility, philosophy and science,
poetry and art, and even religion
herself, have wreathed thy brow
with their laurels and laid their
treasures at thy feet. And we know,
also, that all these have failed to cor
rupt thy maiden spirit, and that Jen-
ny Lind greets her sisters of repub-
lican America as lovingly as in the
days of seclusion and endurance.
Sweet vestal Of heaven-born artl
thy ieet stand upon the mount of
inspiration, and as the silver-lined
clouds float around thee, thy spirit
listens to harmony celestial, and
catches from their strains "unwrit-
ten music;" and the munifcence Of
heaven tunes thy lips to convey IFS
expressions to a listening world
Thine eye has glanced at the innu-
merable company OF spiritual har-
pers with their distant "voice OF
many waters" and thy whole being
became baptized in the fountain Of
humility and love. And thou wilt
stoop TO no degrading strains. The
whole "dignity of music" shall in
thee be sweetly, sublimely persona
fed.
Come 10 US, then, sweet sister OF
the north, and, though our hearts
beat quicker, and we hush the breath
OF our lips, and the fountains OF
soul overflow at our eyes, we will
listen, admire, and love.
And those pure strains of thine,
Heavens own free gift, that voice
immaculate, they are not free to all.
We of the western vale, secluded in
our rustic villages and cottage homes,
to US thy coming is vain. Fain
would we look upon thee, sweet
Jenny Lind, and listen 10 thy inspi-
ring notes; but, alasl the privilege is
not ours, and the pride of man ex-
cludes us. And yet we hope; for
Rumor, with her thousand tongues,
has told US of the warm gushings of
thy benevolence and the truthfulness
Of thy simplicity. o, then, wilt thou
not leave, for while, the palaces of
pride and luxury, and the halls of
heartless, capricious fashion, and,
obeying the pure impulse of nature,
repose thyself within the calm pre-
cincts Of this western paradisel--
IT'S true we can not tender thee mil
lions of gold; but, from the bounties
of our common father, we can i'm
part a goodly portion. We can
welcome thee 10 our homes and
hearts, can provide sweet couches on
which thou canst rest, and pure food
for thy refreshment. We can lead
thee to groves delightful as those of
the father-land, and hills lofty as
Sweden's own. Illimitable forests
are rearing their sable tops 10 meet
the skies, and oceans Of waving
green spread out their vast expanse.
Grottos and wales are here, where
the foot of man but seldom intrudes.
We can. lead thee TO mighty reser-
voirs, whose rushing breaks upon
the ear sublimely; even as the spirit
tones which guide thy own -souL
breathing strains. Come, then. and
freely roam beside our siIver-footed
streams and crystal lakes, and, in
the quietof our Eden groves, sing to
US the songs Of home, of love, and
heaven Our fathers and our BROTH
ers shall protect you, our mothers
shall be your nurses in sickness, our
sisters shall lead you forth in the
pure air, our children shall Gull the
sweetest Of flowers as the votive
offering Of innocence. and the aspi.
rations of all shall bring you the
Blessings Of heaven. =. 2ea 80
iPerehance in some sequestered
nook, some infanfvoice maylcarol its
melodies, kindred to thine own, and
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