Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1891-02-26
Especial Dispatch to the Standard
Emma Abbott Dead.
SALT LAKE, January ;


SALT LAKE, January 5.
Emma Abbott the prima donna. died at
the Templetop hotel. this morning at
twenty minutes to eight. The immediate
cause of her death was heart failure
brought on by an attack of acute pneumo.
MIA.
Abbott was conscious to the last. but
unable to speak. She realized that she
was diving and remarked that she was not
afraid. Her body is being emhalmed and
will be shipped east tonight to her moth
er in Chicago Emma's wish was tn he
cremated, and she had an elaborate urn
made some time since for the purpose of
depositng her ashes IL all depends how
ever, on her mothers wishes as to the final
disposition of the remains. Her husband
is buried at Gloucester, Massachusetts.
The foregoing dispatch caused deep
gloom to fall upon the people of Ogden
aud when the word went round that Emma
Abbott, the beautiful and gifted song
stress. was dead, many ewes were wet
with tears and many hearts ached, for
Emma was a fayorite with all who knew
her and ever heard her rich voice.
The following choice bit from the pen
Of DR.. A. S. Condor gives the reader an
idea of the high esteem in which she is
held and a few of the noble traits of her
life;
Emma Abbott is dead How strange
these words appear as write them. how
significant they sound when spoken. for
they impress us with the fact that we shall
see her face no more.
1t Is said that the diving swan. when the
last moments of dissolution arrive, pours
out its soul (for birds have souls) in a
food of melancholy song so low and soft
and full of tenderness that it seems to be
made of tears, and it seemed to US who
had often heard her sing before that Miss
Abbott. the pure and gifted Queen of
Song, on the opening night of the Grand
Opera House sung rs If 1t were to be the
crowniug effort of her life, or rather as if
coming events were casting their shad-
ows before that she fully realized that
the curtain was about to be rung down on
her life and she should face alone the
, dread, and mystery. and eternal silence
that come to all OF course no one
thought Of this at the time, but looking
back it seems to me as If | never heard
her sing with such sweetness and power
As on that occasion, and hereafter the play
house that she dedicated as the last act Of
her life. will have an interest that the fu-
ture can add little to nor dctract anything
from.
But the sweet voice that so often made
the world forget its cares will never again
be beard and the applause of charmed
multitudes will fall on her dull ears as the
winter snow falls on the grave where she
sleeps UNDECIDED Her life was as pure a.
a sunbeam, and will crown like an aurcole
the spot where her form sinks into pulse
less clay Alas that the strings of such a
harp should be broken asunder, that such
divine fire of genius should be extinguish-
ed To how MANY breaking hearts the
music of her voice and sweet WAYS brought
healing to how many storm tossed souls
made mad by the wild tempest of unre-
strained passion, her rendition of The
Last Rose of Summer" charmed into re-
pentance and forgetfulness, this world
will never know. Her songs We're music
and music is divine. 1t can Socthe the saw
age beast that sometimes leaps from the
/ hearts of men; it subdued the tlends in
T Tophet while Euradce escaped .the spheres
salute one another in their journey,
through the upper sky with music, and the
angels in the climax of their ecstasy, ard
in their Borrowings for the follies of weak
humanity, are singing ever and always.
And so it was with Emma Abbott, she
sung TO the good and the bad, to the rich
and the poor alike, sung as if the gift of
song were not her own; as If she were but
/ its custodian and must one day render ali
! account of how She used 1t.
/ You lock upon a beautiful painting once
in lifetime. II rises before you in dreams
and is with you ever afterward You re-
{ member the awe that came upon you when
4 YOU heard the name OF the great artist and
/ maryeled at the majesty, and power, and
sweep Of his mind The mountains that
environ the plain seem real mountains. and
as great in magnitude, but so blended are
/ color and shade, aud 50 perfect the pro-
/ portions that YOU can see it all and can
comprehend it, The blue sky aud the half
/ risen sun, across whose sovereign face the