The Benton weekly record. [volume] (Benton, Mont.) 1880-1885, 1883-10-27
JENNY LIND.
The Sw edish Nightingale i'm Her
Retirement.

Retirement.
London Cor. Warrington Post. @
Jenny Lind has left her pleasant house
in Moreton Gardens and has gone to NAL
yern for the summer, or rather, hear,
she has purchased a residence there and
will hereafter make it her home, coming
only to London during the season. The all
Of Malvern is exceedingly pure, and its
situation is charming. The views, too, in
the neighborhood are lovely, but in itself
Malvern is as stupid place of resort as
can we'll be imagined. There is nothing to
do, and no place in particular to 60. Situat-
ed on the side of a steep hill, most of its
streets are inclined at an angle of forty-five
degrees, which makes walking difficult
But it is famed for the salubrity of its
atmosphere and its imperturpable quiet
Quiet it certainly is. A frisky mouse OF
afrolicsome sparrow would be certain to
create a commotion anywhere in the
solemn precincts of the pretty little town.
1t is the resort of nervous dowagers in ill
health, and hope it will bring health
and repose to the suffering dowager queen
ofsong. For Jenny Lind is g great suf-
ferer from neuralgia affection, which
attacks her throat and chest, and which
formerly took the form Of agonizing head
aches, which attacked her after every one
other appearances in opera. The fatigue
and the excitement of the acting seldom
failed to bring on one of these attacks.
and it was their frequency and intensity
that induced the great prima donna
undoubtedly the greatest one of oul
generation-to quit the stage while still in
the full possession of her unrivaled pow
ers. Jenny Lend is now over 60 years OF
age, delcate-looking old lady, with soft
gray hair, which she still wears in single
roll at either side of her face that is as pop
ular as the fashionable coiffure of the day
over thirty years ago. Her beautiful blue
eyes retain their azure and their sparkle
clasped hands upon her knees as she talks
an attitude rendered familiar by countless
portraits of her in bygone days. A large
portratof herself in concert costume adorns
the drawingroom of her house in Moretor
Gardens, as does a fine life-sized bust il
marble, the latter producing the peculiarly
graceful poise of her head, which no ont
who ever saw her in the days of her you'll
and celebrity will forget. But no like
ness of Jenny Lind that have ever seer
gives any idea of the seraphic sweetness
and elevation of her countenance; that al
most celestial expression which used tt
transform her somewhat heavy features
into a vision of unearthly lcveliness
Nine. Goldschmidt, as | suppose we ough
to call our idol of other days, is a great
favorite with the royal family of England
the Princess Christian in particular, she
being the musician Of the family, coming
very often to call upon the quiet old lady
who was once SO gifted and so worshiped
Was there ever such q career as hers
We talk of Patti, and Albani, and Nillsor
and Lucca, but what are their triumphs
and their achievements compared with
those of the blue-eyed Swede who drove
the civilized world wild by the magic oil
her genius and the marvellous loveliness
of her wonderful voice? 1 have seen ole
men who knew no more about music thar
they did about Sanscrit, sit with the tears
streaming down their faces as they listen
ed to her singing of sFI Know that My Re
deemer Liveth." I have known careful
and close-handed business men, Wht
grumbled nightly at paying 81 (which
sum represented twice as much in those
days as it does now to hear, as they
phrased it, a girl sing five or six songs
and who, in the first intermission on the
programme, rushed out to take tickets fol
every remaining concert Of the series
And we must remember that when Jenn,
Lind was at the apogee of her fame til,
world was full of great singers. Grisi wa
in her prime and Albani the most wonder
full of contraltos, and Persiani, and War
dot Garcio, and Sophie Cruveli-the lis
was long and brilliant one. Yet tn
gifted Swede was tie worlds recognized