New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-05-22
Jenny Lind,s Seventh Concert.

The Concert last evening at Castle Garden was
undoubtedly one OF the most triumphant JENNY
LIND has yet given. 1t was snovation through.
out. The audience was even larger than hither
to-every seat in the vast area being occupied,
and the universal sympathy with the woman was
only equaed by the satisfaction with the artist
The selection was sngulary fortunate. There
was nothing profoundly tragic in it, bat every
variety above tragedy, to the most exquisite arch
ness of sentiment and expression. Weber's
weird overture to Oberon was performed in
mastery manner by the orchestra, which, under
BEEEDIcT's thorough and intelligent training, has
now attained the rank OF the first orchestra 10 the
vo.l1- pHLLHrrI -@ae tho soSo from RossiaPs
Msometti aecondo, an opera OF which we know
nothing more than this song; bat in this it is easy
to feel bis entire freedom from sentiment, which
makes bis paIhos sincere and his heroic songs
manly, and not melo-dramatic like those of V erdi
and DoniEett.
JENNY LIND was Ririly aPpsreled last evening
like the Spirit of the Spring, with roses in her hair
and on her!bosom, and seemed entirely recovered
from the fatigue Of which in the earlier Concerts
she yet bore the traces. Nor less fresh and ful
was her voice
Like an unbodied JOY whose rscs is just begun
In the scena from Der Freischdtz, We nakte mir
der Schlsmmer, she developed IS much dramatic
intensity as was possible in the concert room
The delicate shading Of the sentiment-like a
penciling Of moonbeans-from the musing pre-
lude through the trustful tenderness OF the prayer
with the wind like, glimmering accompaniment,
to the electrical earnestnem Of certainty of the
Lovers approach, was all. as perfect and pure in
its kind as a faultless vase subty chased with
significant sculptures. 1t fell ripe and rich and
entire from her lips, an unsurpassed success
Yet how, when the Cdsta Diva came not less
beautiful We have heard Jenny LIND sing this
mingled prayer and passion many times, yet never
so Auperby a. last evening-and the audience
agreed, for never was encore more enthusiastic
than that to which she responded. The purity
and sadness Of the invocation of the chanting
Priestess suddenly intensifying with the pas
sionate ardor Of the woman, we're never before
so msgDifcenty marked. The precision and
power with which she brought out Al 6ello a
me rItOrnG, was startling, and drew down that
sudden applause which 10 the most unerring indi
cation Of triumph.
The duet QudntO ABlore from L Elsir d'Amore.
with BELLETTI, and that with 6ALYI, Mira la
blanca Lana, were less fascinating from the want
OF marked character, but it was reserved for the
Comm tkro' the rye 20 add the one delicious drop
with which the beaker Of satisfaction ovetao we'd
In a deluge of delight. This was one OF the 70.
cal achievements for which the facile French In.
vent such elastic words a. psramidaie. The ex-
ausiie delicacy of the conception was rendered
with the most bewilderlDg briliancy tournament.
1t was radiant singing. The etprlt, the arch Joy,
the exhilirsting excitement of confident grli.h
love-the propriety no less than the perfection Of
vocAlization by which the significance Of the song
became more subtly significant, evinced the great
genius and the wonderful woman. The sparkle
Of joy fermensed the song Is the sunlight f.sbes
all over field Of rOddiDg golden headed grain,
and when, like graceful gay, sudden gust far.
rowing the shining and waving surface quite TO
the horizon, her voice slid down through the most
dexterous concluding cadence, the enthusiasru Of
the audience was unbranded and she sang ,be
whole song again, interrupted between each verse
by extacies Of applause.
Are these rsptures, and not critlcisms1 Ye.
But JEHSr LISD's singing is as unqaestionsd
and supreme a. the Partbenon and Oorreggios
pictures in Art and roses and lilies in Nature.
We owe TO her constantly new and deeper de-
lights To hear her, a. is our happy fortune,
night after night, is 10 stand in the deepeninr
Summer, ever more lvstroes and lovely. and mar.
eeive redder red flush the petals Of the rosa
and Purer PsllOr perfect the virgiaity Of the
lily. While we have her to sing, we need not
regret too much that the sissias Madam. i,
beyond the sea For it il the hope and in.
spirstiOn Of all highest art to express prsoss.
~ what JEsST LISD, a. . woman and an srti.t
expresses.