The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-02-14
Jenny Lind at Home.

A letter from London describes a
call on Jenny Lind. The unforgot-
ten Swedish prima donna lives in
spacious aud charming mansion in a
retired nook in South Kensmgton,em-
powered by trees and flowers. In the
elegant drawing-roOm, hung with
pictures and tastefully decorated with
Old china, artistic drapcrics, etc,
found a lady whose blue eyes and
kindly smile bore me back at once
over the waste OF some thirty years.
Again | sat IN eager excited school
girl, glowing wish anticipation on the
verge Of my first great art delight
! saw once more before me the tall,
slender figure in its white satin drap-
cries, with green leaves and diamonds
adolmiug the abundant fair lair, and
the oldcn thrill that creeps over me
that hcraldc | the first notes of that
marvellous, that incompatible voice,
whose tones were to those of the vel
vct-thrOatcd Patti or the silvcr-voiccd
Nilsson rs the regent compared to the
diamonds Of II duchess. Shall | for
get how old men, who knew Just as
much about music as they knew of
SanScl'it, used TO sit with tears rolling
down their checks while Jenny Lind
was singing, IL know that my Re-
dccmcr liycth?' There she stood be-
fore me, tie unlOrg0tten idol of nv
girlish i.lolatry, changed, indeed, by
the lapse Of wears, yet Enthusiastically
the Jenny Lind Of old. The album
dant brown hair, with few lines of
silver amid its locks, was turne un-
der in the peculiar fashion in which
she always wore 1t, and the eyes are
lovely ~ ever III their expression and
in their soft depths Of lustrous blue.
As she taIkcd, her gloved hands lay
cIaspcl upon her knee in the easy,
graceful pose that was familiar to us
IN the Swedish sOngslress years ago.
| called her attention to the tact, and
she smiled az my remembering the at
titudc, AMI the pretty German Mono
syllable so :" which used to be am
other Of tie little pcculiaritics that
we noticed, aud loved because they
were hers. escaped from her lips. A
grand pianoiorte in one corner OF the
room, and large threc-quartcr length
portrait Of herself, painted at the
nc glIt of her renOwn, recalled her
queenship in the realms of song. She
was handsomely yet plainly dressed
in rich black silk, closed to her throat
with coral buttons, shawl of old
Cluny lace was draped around her
shoulders, and she Wore u very simple
cap Of fine old Venetian guipure. She
spoke IN warm terms OF affection of
the United States, not in reference TO
the welcome and the worship it had
accorded her in by-gone years, but
because, rs she slid in her quaint Eng
lsh, that hal such a charm about 1t,
~ our country takes the rabble OF
other countries, AMI gives them all
chance" spoke Of the fact that
when she sang IN America there We're
no opera HUuseS there. "Aud of that
| was glad she remarked, "fOr | had
quilted the stage, and it was for that
reason that | was anxious to 90 o the
United States. since there | would
have no temptation TO return TO it,"
| also spoNe Of the intense sympu-
thctc qualify Of her talent, and the
marvellous power thlt she possessed
oi ,Waylng ncr audience at Will, par
t.calRry in dcvo ioml music. Some
talnE OF the old, beautiful, rapt eX-
preston came into her eyes as she
ansW,rc /: 1t was because my voice
came from God, and sang TO GoIw