Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1853-11-19

JENNY LIND AND " THE BABY" The following
cle from the Albany State Register, is one of the
delicious little bits of newspaper writing, which, for
genuine eloquence and feeling, not surpassed by
the happiest efforts of our best orators. If
not much mistaken, it is from the pen of distin-
guishcd clergyman of the Episcopal church in AL
bany
Jenny Lind, the peerless-the Nightingale of the
North, has got a BABY !"-Erchdnge paper
"We what of it? Hasn't Jenny Lind, the peer
less-the Nightingale of the North, right to have
a baby we should like to know? Would you have
her always singing to the cold world, warm may
be in the admiration of her songs charming it by
her sweet notes? Must she always be warbling to
gaping crowds who gaze upon her only as public
performer? Look into the nursery where Jenny's
baby sleeps in its little cradle and hear the low ul-
laby of her sweet voice. See how fondly she gazes
upon the helpless thing; and when it opens its little
eyes and looks tstngy up to the face of its mother,
hear how she MARBLES the Bird Song to charm it
back to sleep. Listen to the angel sounds! There
is no effort art in that seraphic music. 1t comes
gushing forth from heart full of mothers affec
ton, overlooking with mothers yearnng. How
soft and low is and yet how full of the ntenses
love. Be still! Applaud not 1t is nature, all ma
ture supremacy sweet though it be. Disturb not
the enchanting harmony by the voice of praise See
those little eyes have closed again. Jenny's baby
sleeps, and the song has died away-vanished slowly
like dream, or recedng shadow, into silence.
Crock the CRADLE JENNY.
But why, we ask again, should not Jenny, the
world-renowned Jenny, have baby to love, to fold
in her fond arms to kiss and hug to toss into the air.
and trot upon her knee, and chirrup to- and tumble
about, with all mothers doatng play fulness? She
has conquered fame-shal she linger in solitary age
and die alone at last? Shall the hearts affections be
wasted in the pursuit of ambition; and shall no low
ing and trusting faces cheer her through life and
stand around her death bed like bright visions look
ing up towards the sky? Shall she walk the worlds
high places companioniess and without staff for
her age to lean upon? No! Ten thousand times
dearer to her mothers heart is the growing, even
the cries of that little one than the loudest applause
that went up from the crowded audience on the
day of her proudest triumph Ten thousand times
sweeter is the smile, than the fragrance of the flow
ers that were showered upon her.a tribute of adj
miraton osher transcendant sweetness of song Yes
yes, ambition is nothing -triumphs are nothing
admiration of the world fame and wealthare nothing
The mother looks upon her child, her heart clngs
to its feebleness and all the world-visions vanish
away.
Crock the cradle" JENNY
Go out to sing before the great world never again
pass forever from its gaze to sit calmly by the do
mestc hearth, gathering your little around you
teaching them the value of "the divinity that stirs
within themn the duties of life and hope of eternity
Tell them the litteness of fame, the folly of amb-
ton, the beauty of holiness and the home with the
just at last And when angels shall gather around
the great White Throne among the voices that shall
mngle in the song of the Redeemer yours and theirs
shall be heard in the full volume of their sweetness
chanting the praises of s Him that 1yeth forever:
One good newspaper is good thing in every fam
ily