The Ohio union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1849-1854, 1853-11-30
1qNiesr Department.
JENNY LIND AND" THE BABY.

The following article, from the Albany
State Register, is one of those delicious
little bits Of newspaper writing, which, for
genuine eloquence and feeling, are not
surpassed by the happiest efforts of our
best orators. II we are not much mista.
ken, it is from the pen of a distinguished
clergyman oVlhe Episcopal church in Al.
bany: "a
"Jenny Lind, the peerless,-lh Night.
ingale of The North, has got a BABY p
Exchange Paper. uJl
"Well, what Of il? Hasen't Jenny
Lind. the peerless-lhe Nightingale Of %
North, a RICH, 10 have baby, we should
like TO know Would you have her al.
ways singing 10 the cold world, warm as it
may be in admiration of her songs, charm
ing il by her sweet no!es? Must she al
ways be warbling to gaping crowds who
gaze upon her only as a public peI(otak
Look into the nursery where Jenny SbaBy
sleeps in its litle cradle and hear the lullaby
of her sweet voice. See how fondly she
gazes upon the helpless thing and when it
opens It's little eyes and looks trustingly
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, no art in that seraphic
music. 1t comes gushing forth from a
heart full of a mothers affection, overflow.
ing with a mothers yearning. How soft
and low it lie, and yet how full of The in.
tensest love. Be still Applaud not. 1t
is nature, all nature, supremely 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
vanishing slowly like a dream, or a re-
ceding shadow, into silence.
"Rock the CRADLE JENNY. 2
"But why, we ask again should not Jen-
ny, the world.renowned Jenny, have al
baby to love, to fold in her fond arms, to
kiss and hug, 10 toss into the air, and trot
upon her knee, and chirrup 10, and tumble
about, with all a mothers doating playful
ness! She has conquered fame-shall she
linger in solitary age, and die alone al last!
Shall the hearts affections be wasted in
the pursuit of ambilion aud shall no low
ing aud trusting faces cheer her through
life, and stand around her dcath-bed like
bright visions looking up 10 the worlds
high places companionless, and without
a staff for her age 10 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
ever 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 flowers that were
showered upon her transcendent sweetness
of song. Yes, yes, ambition is nothing
lriumphs are nothing-admiration of The
world, fame and wealth are nothing. The
mother looks upon her child, her heart
clings to lis feebleness, and the world.vis.
ions vanish away.
Rock the cradle JENNY.
go ont to sing before the great world
never agAin-pass forever from It's gaze, 10
sit calmly by the domestic hearth, gather.
ing your little ones around you, teaching
them the value of the divinity that slirs
within them the duties of hfe and hope
of eternity, Tell them the lilleness of
fame, lie folly Of ambition, 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 mIngle in The song of the Re.
deemer, yours and theirs shall be heard
in The full volume of their sweetness, chan
ling the praises Of Him that liyelh for
ever"