The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-02-13
Jenny Lind ut Home.

Jenny Lind At Home.
A letter from London describes
call on Jenny Lind. The unforgot-
ten Swedish prima donna lives in
spacious and charming mansion in
retired nook in South Kensington,em-
powered by trees and flowers. In the
elegant drawing-room, hung with
pictures and tastefully decorated with
old china, artistic drapercs, etc,
found lady whose blue eyes and
kindly smile bore me back at once
over the waste of some thirty years.
Again sat an eager excited school
girl, glowing with 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
adOrnin9 the abundant fair hair, and
the olden thrill that creeps over me
that hcralde the first notes of that
marvellous, that incompatible voice,
whose tones were TO those of the vel
throatcd Patti or the silver-voicrd
Nilsson rs the regent compared to the
diamonds Of Il duchess. Shall | for
get how old men, who knew lust as
much about music as they knew of
Sanscrit, used 10 sit with tears rolling
down their checks while Jenny Lind
was singing, Il know that nv Re-
deemcr Iiycth?' There she stood be-
fore me, the untOrgOuen idol Of nv
girish iiolatry, changed, indeed, by
tie lapse OF wears, yet Enthusiastically
the Jenny Lind of old. The album
daut brown hair, with a 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 rs ever in their expression and
in their soft depths OF lustrous blue.
As she talked, her glovcd hands Law
claspcd upon her knee in the easy,
graceful pose that was familiar to us
IN the Swedish songsress years ago.
| called her attention to the fact, AMI
she smiled At my remembering the at
titudc ami the pretty German mono
syllable "S0"' which used to be an
other Of the lltile pcculiaritics that
we noticed, and loved because they
were hers. escaped from her lips. A
grand pianOiOrle in one corner OF the
room, and large thrcc-quartcr length
portrait Of herself, painted Ut The
ne gnt of her remUwn, recalled her
quccnship III the realms of song. She
was handsomely yet plainly dressed
III rich black silk, closed to her throat
with coral buttons, a. shawl of old
CIuny lace was draped around her
shoulders, AMI she Wore very simple
cap Of iinc old Venetian guipure. She
spoke III warm terms of affection of
The United States, not in reference To
the welcome and the worship it had
accorded her in by-gonc years, but
because, rs She said in her quaint Eng
llNh, that had such charm about 1t.
~ our country takes the rabble OF
other countries, and gives them all
chance spoke Of the fact that
Wien she sang IN America there were
no opcr-hOuses there. "And of that
| was glad, she remarked, for | had
quilted the stage, and ii was for that
reason That | was anxious to 90 TO the
United States. since there 1 would
nave no temptation To return to it,"
l also spoke OF the intense sympa-
lhctic quality OF her talent, and the
marvellous power that she possessed
ct ,waylng her audience ut Will, uar-
ucuh1y IN dcvO ioaal music. Some
thing OF the old, beautiful, rant ex-
preston came into her eyes as she
answered: 1T SresaaScausc NV voice
CdiiC from Voc elipe-su,Ntag to God !"