Daily globe., 1883-11-04
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GLORIOUS STRAINS. !,
How 5elda Seguin Sings Beaati.
full Old Song.
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Everybody 3oves the exquisite3y pathetic
old song Kathleen Mavourneen: Int flrersis
! only one Woman o,l lie American stag who.
can sing it in a way to move tho SOUL, and
th1t5ona is Zelda 5cguin. TO hear it from
her hips is to become possessed of a memory
that is priceless
have beard her in her grea: roles in opera,
when the applause was so loud and long That
1t almost drowned the 1,nemo11e
echo OF the melody, and when tie
nights and stage spienlors and conta-
slous enthusiasm enhanced she scels
and ueepened the spell; but never have IheREG
Enything moro exsIuisjtely beautiful, or moro
perfect vocal naefoIy thzn this one sweet
Sung as she sings itas hnpe unenhba1rfgd
by the ttaszie Of stage costume OF scsaic eff
feet
She and her husband, Mr.. Wallace, are
delightfully."- genial with tlrei. friends,
and their apartments ON Irving place, IN New
YSTsi, during the su,nmer were nssch tie
qr,ensaf4ly the bright people, sase sa,sigtsanf
the lyric and dramatic stage, 1purnaRsH,
writer's, poets, critics AMI Jeopfe If 'tzrsfIy
minis" One evening was one ae an4fl-
formal company that gathered there An.oHg
ne guests ware an eIirant critic aad 4 nh
sicsl composer with a brand new soerL on
winch he wauted Mrs. SeguiD's Jusg-
merrt. Very obligiugly she sahg
all the parts, tiIe composer himself
presiding at the piano. 1t vas deEghsfrH 10
hear The honest comments Of thesa people Of
gelnus on a work that toe people raight, psT-
haps, in q short time be raTfag over aT
stamping with It's Pesensful heels
The pubic SECS play Or an opera peafecte6
and coupiete whan it sees # at all, ttls scene
well set, the orchestra lending IT'S magic 30
cheat tina senses into q temporary se6af In
the rfssl!ty of it all. the actors cgrnisre info
their tullnic world Of kings and crspzls, and
ti1fSel and nelo}ioIs love exactly as 4ile 5igEit
time. and, seeing it already made, think
nothing nbcss5 the process of making. A
part Of this process IS getting abe opinion OF
artists whose Judgment is veinable asd VIII
be honestly given, Of this helptul bat r,qre-
munerative WORK Zelda Seguigl has aeoe ua-
limited quantities, and thereby earned tbe
sincere gratitude Of those who se4sgls ber
aid.
But as to The song. After the new opera
had received couple 81 hours
OF Mrs. Seguin's close attention,
and by the way, she resels music
with q readiness that asto11shes e.xneHs-aa
accomplishment all great singers do not 7,o1s-
sess, strange as it may seem-soraelody YES,
everybody present begged for Kathleen
MaVoulnean," p" and she sang it,
Such singing one is not apt to hear rnanv
times il lifetime, even with large oprJor-
tunities; and hearing it one forgebs it never.
1t was not the order of vocahzation which
ripples over the e-notions and awakers
merely q responsive thrill. II stirred the
soul 1t became part of euYs
own cry against fate; a brief bat
most moving e.lIrcssiQh of the cruelty Of LIE.
1t called up the VISION OF Chopin diving IN the
island Of hIajorca When the lovely yoaa,e.
Countess Po6ocka sang a stanza from ,no
song which once saved the Life OF StradeH5a.
he ssli1: How beautiful it is; ny God how
beautiful?' and tien closed his eyes that rrIs
spirit might foa5 away on the glorious strains
to that world where thare is ncitl1el Giscorjl
nOr discomfort.
How haaatiful 1t wasl thai navar-t,,-..e-ior
gotten Kathleen Mavouyneenl Ah. YES, how
beautifuil The famous singer was dressetffn
SOFT white, which EiS close 5tbous her sseirafe
throat. Her hair WIS arranged s4geply in a
low coil ct the back, md her rouTs9 white
aI71ls from which the iooSe sleeves Gesi aaay.
were cSasped Together and held lew before
haT. She stood iT che f6ano, q lovely y1fe-
ture, inseod, her naYveloasy sweet
face untouched by ailsrd or coarse line IN
perfect profile before the little ceszpany. Her
expression wssssoroetftng altogether Ya4ituSi
Itle 'vi1EloUs were og,Gn and, as it WIS l.eb,
all the lT1de sounds Of the s1reer lryi <1zsf
away, and the rich notes of her w9c. floa4ea
into the stiffness of the night Ike al echo
from some angelic chotr.
Every listener sat Gntraneei The ordinary
patho6 cf music MOVES 60 tears, but sizs hft9l
the spirit fnoinerhayily away from earth ina
transport Of sympathetic anguish
Among the guests was one young man Of
dreamy and mystical tendencies, with whom
music was a sort Of worship. After it uzg
over he said to me in q low voice, and with
burning eyes, II heard my dead naler
speak to me when Mrs Seguin sang tho
words, why art thou silent2 and felt her
presence. 1 always do when ! hear Hegrtn
sing chat song; and always at that point she
speaks 80 me Us il to tell me that sIa. IS snrt
silent, thaJ she is with me-
And the critic said OF MYB- Seguin: "She
is Kathleen MavouTneen Nobody eIse car
make the song d living drama as she 5oesa u
And so with the memory of the glorious
notes ami the sweet face Of the priDla donna
in our minds, forever we separated and
went our several ways forever 10 hc.r fts
echo of the words:
Kathleen Mavourneen. awake frrso gby
slunbers,
The blue mountains glow in the s,.ns cdf7len
light,
Oh, where is the spail that ouco hung on ray
numbers,
Arise in thy haauty, thou staS Of my night,
Arise 10 thy beauty, thou sta-r Of r0y night
"Oh. hast thou forgotten how soua we rpuss
sever
Oh hast thou forgotten this day ~s mnst
It may be for yoars. and IL mary ne toy-
Oh. why art tltou sflerns. thoo veico ot my
hart:
1t may be for years, a5d it may be so,.
ever,
Then .hy art thou silent, Kathleen navour-
UGeIi."
Bosh AY,cuG Freedom.
laramie Boomeranr.T