New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1871-06-04
NILE. NELSON'S RUFFLEs.
uow the Divine Cantatrice Lost He,
Temper in Hartford.

Tho audience on the occasion of Nilsson.
.,nearance in oratorio, in this city, SAYS tbs
Hta,tford Times, seemed struck with he,
banner. which indicated that all was NOT
Going exactly right with her. Her smiles
we're charming as ever, but her behavior in.
a;cated dissatisfaction and nervousness
Nor was her singing quite perfect We
have an explanation of the case
when Mademoiselle Nilsson left Nan
York for Hartford, number of wicked
snr;tes must have attended her with a fiyad
nnrnose of rOusing the temper of tbs
Charming cantatrice. First and foremost
sbe had a sharp skirmish of words with her
LING and slave, the omnipotent manager i
whieh-mirabile dictm L-Strakosch came of
hest This occurred directly after LEAVING
the metropolis, and necessitated persistent
pout up to Bridgeport, where accident No.
took place. The train was slow, and the
Journey tiresome. What time might it be
Wademoiselle drew out her beauty of
watch. tiny miracle of the jewelers. art
richly ornamented with turquoises and dia.
monis. 1t was the gift of the Emperor
Before she could ascertain the position Of
tbe hands the chain gave way, and tbs
precious trihe fell on the floor.
Quick as thought Mademoiselle STONED
bnt before her lily hand could reach it. that
horrible train suddenly started'again, and
oh. We gods the divine foot was thrown
upon the dear watch, and the celestial heel
crushed it utterly. With the pieces in her
rockets, Missions pout became a frown
Tbus she reached Hartford, and had. a.
usual. her supper sent up to her room in the
ALVIN House. 1t did not please her The
chicken was not done to her mind. What
woman could have relished chicken after
the troubles of the manager and the watch
Another fowl was ordered, with no better
success. Now the wonderful singer 70.
ouested that the cook might come to her
room with chicken and things" and
broil it before the CRATE, under her own i'm.
perial direction. But the cook was as great
In the kitchen as mademOiselle on the stage
and. getting. her back up sky-high, would
not entertain the idea for a moment. b.
sides, the rules of the hotel did not allow II
MademOiselle's frown became a knitting
of the brows, with clenched hands, etc. But
now there seemed to be a break in the
storm. A modest knock. and at the door
appeared a servant bearing a magnificent
basket of howers-camelias yiolets, roses
azaleas and everything fragrant-with Gev
ernOr JEWELS compliments.
Smiles shOne on the ethereal countenance,
the flowers were seized, and the toilet at
once begun. Down came the golden hair
and the maid Immediately commenced "a
adorn mademoiselle's head, and dress her
hair with blossoms. But 10 another knock
BEG pardon, the basket of flowers is for
Miss Cary" The knitted brow returned
with an additional shade of thunder and
the little hands grew very nervous.
But this was not all. When she swept
through the dressing room on the stage. her
train of white satin dragged over spot of
burnt cork left by the MINISTRIES, and bore
off the dusky honors of the place. Her knitted
brow became an angry flush and with
throbbing veins, and fierce desire to bite
she found herself at the mercy of Door
orchestra, and posted behind the incompre-
hensible back of the leader. Considering
all that had gone before, we opine that
was with feelings not quite angelic, and
soul not quite attuned to heavenly melodies
that she sang Il Know That My Redeemer
Iiyeth"