The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-03-09
jenny Lind AND GRISL.
The Swedish Singer Won
the Italian With a
Simple Song.
OUR HOME THEATRES
Next Weeks Attractions---6ood
Stories About Stage People.

have read somewhere little ballad
that tells pretty story Of the famous
songstress, Jennie ind Many days.
months and years have quite obliterated
the verses from my memory, leaving only
the skeleton of the story 70 fnfter in my
brain like an autumn leaf, which the
summer winds had ridd1ed and robbed of
its green. But shall try to repair the
injured leaf with the poor thread Of my
prose. Somewhere in the '40s Grisi and
Jennie Lind We're singing in different
places in London. Those who went into
ecstacies over Crisis Norma were the
next evening enraptured with Lind's
"Casta Diva. Great was the rivalry
between them.
Finally Queen Victoria, deeIning it q
shame that two such gifted women should
be separated by q mean, unworthy jeal-
oasy, requested both 70 appear at a court
concert. OF course they both came The
Queen warmly welcomed them together
Tor the FIST time. She gave the signal
for the concert to begin. Jennie Lind
was the younger, ana ii was ar
ranged that she should sing first With
perfect confidence In her powers she
stepped forward to begin. CHANGING TO
EAdIlC de GE1el SllS sd tNE southern
yonan's malignant gaze fixed on her.
Inc fierce look almost paralyzed her. Her
courage left her, her voice lrembied. ev-
erything grew black before her and she
almost fell BY the greatest exertion Of
her will, however, she managed to finish
her aria A painful silence followed its
eonclusioH-a silence that told of her fail
ure- She caught triumphant express
sion of Crisis face.
Despite the clearness of her senses she
quickly realized that failure meant lost
glory, disappointed hope, the destruction
of happiness, grief aud modification to
her family and her friends Suddenly a
soft voice that seemed to come from
Heaven whispered TO her.. Sing one Of
your old songs In your native Ian
guRze.' She caught at the thought
like an inspiration. The accompanies was
striking his final chords. She stepped up
to him. asked him to rise, and took the
vacant seat. Softly her white fingers
wandered over the keys ia a lovely pre-
Jude, then she sang. 1t was a little
prayer which she had loved as child: #
belonged to her childhood7s repertoire
She hadn't sung it for years As she
sang she was no longer in the presence Of
royalty. but singing to loving friends IN
her fatherland.
No one present understood a word Of
the prayer Softly at first the plain
tive notes hoated on the air. swelling
louder and richer every momeut The
singer seemed 10 throw her whole soul
into that weird, thrilling, plaintive
prayer Gradually the song died away
and ended in a soft solo. Again there
was silenee-the silence of admitting won
der The audience sat speIIbonnd. Jen-
ME Lind lifted at last her sweet blue eyes
to look into the seornful face that had so
disconnected her at first. There was no
fierce expression now; instead, a tear
drop glis1ened on the long black lashes.
After moment, with the impulsiveness
of child Of the tropics, Grisl crossed TO
Jennie Lind's side, placed her arm about
ner aud kissed her warmly, utterly re-
gardiess of the admiring audience