The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-08-25
Jenny Lind at Home.

@-~
A letter from London describes q
ten Swedish prima donna lives in q
spacious and charming mansion in q
retired nook in South Kcnsington,em-
powered by trees and flowers. In the
elegant drawing-room, hung with
pictures and tastefully decorated with
old china, artistic draperics, etc., /
found q 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
l saw once o before me the tall,
slender figure in its white satin drap-
cries, with green leaves and diamonds
adjoining the abundant fair hair, aud
the olden thrill that creeps over me
that heralded the first notes of that
marvellous, that incompatible voice,
whose tones were to those Of the vel
vet-throated Patti or the silver-voiced
Nilsson as the regent compared to the
diamonds of q duchess. Shall 1 for
get how old men, who knew Just as
much about music as they knew of
Sanscrit, used to sit with tears rolling
down their checks while Jenny Lind
was singing, 81 know that my Re-
deemer liveth?' There she stood be-
fore me, the unforgotten idol Of my
girlish idolatry, changed, indeed, by
the lapse of years, yet unmistakably
the Jenny Lind of old. The abun-
dant brown hair, with = few lines Of
silver amid its locks, was turned un-
der in the peculiar fashion in which
she always wore it, and the eyes are
lovely a. eve in their expression and
in their soft depths Of lustrous blue.
As she talked, her gloved hands lay
clasped upon her knee in the easy,
graceful pose that was familiar to US
in the Swedish songstress years ago.
l called her attention to tho fact, and
she smiled at my remembering the at
titudc, aud the pretty German mono
syllable "So!" which used to be an
other of the little peculiarities that
we noticed, and loved because they
were hers, escaped from her lips. A
grand pianoforte in corner Of the
room, and q large three-quarter length
portrait Of herself, painted at the
height 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 q very simple
cap of fine old Venetian guipurc. 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, as she said in her quaint Eng
lish, thathad such . charm about It,
"Your country takes the tabble or
other countries, and gives them all .
chance.s l spoke Of the fact that
when shc sang In America there were
no opera-houses there. "And Of that
l was glad,n she remarked, "for 1 had
quilted the stage, and it was for that
reason that I was anxious to go to the
United States, since there / would
have no temptation to return to it."
l also spoke Of tho intense sympa-
thetic quality Of her talent, and the
marvellous power that she possessed
Of swaying her audience at will. par
ticularly in devotional music. Some
thing of the old, beautiful, rapt ex-
preston caIne into her eyes a. she
answered at was because my voice
came from God, and l sang to Godl'