The Forrest City times., 1893-11-10
JENNY LIND'S ROMANCE.
The Love Affair in the Life of the
 Nightingale.

No one could see Jenny Lind and not fall under the charm of her perfect naturalness, freshness and originality. Although her features were irregular. she was anything but plain; her com plexion was fair; she had abundant faxen hair and the most wonderful gray eyes, beautiful figure and hands and arms and graceful mov ,ments. Hers was not the slow, sinuous grace, which were light. decided and expressive. She always seemed to do everything more quickly than anyone else. At this time she was studying the part of 'Susanna''--a sweet part she said it was, and had the partition of the "Nozze" always on the knee. In the evening she sang her Swedish songs. and then we all went out to listen to the nightingales singing under the magnificent old beeches. She had a passion for the song of these little sisters" of hers, and used to mimic them and excite their rivalry, so that the air was filled with music.
 It was strange that it should have been the fate of my father, writes c. M Simpson in the ''New Review" who was entirely destitute of musical sense. to be of use to the most celebrated singer of the day. It was in lS49 she had resolved to give up the stage and had afiianced herself to Mir. Claudius Harris. a young Indian officer, brother to Mrs Joseph Grote, whom she met at <l p.lc ;nk ,l had just returned from our drive one cold afternoon in April, and found in the hall a note from Miss Lind for my mother, asking her to beg my father to call on her next day to meet her trustees about her marriage settlements, either at three, or. if that were not possible, at nine, p. III. It so happened that he was not free at three, so he went to her at nine. She did not expect him, and was quite alone. They entered at once upon business, and my father soon found out that she was very half- hearted about the matter altogether. Indeed, she could scarcely have found a partner less suited to her. Mir. Har- ris and his family were intensely low church, and they thought that the re- mainder of the great prima donna's life could not be more appropriately spent than in atoning for her theatrical career. The attraction to Jenny was in her lovers goodness. She said he had such ''pure mind"
 But when she was first introduced to him she said to Mrs. Stanley: What a dull young Inan!" Nothing could be more true. He was heavy and stupid, but tall, fair and good looking. The Stanleys supported Jenny in her reso- lution to give up the stage, and so in- deed did Mrs. Grote from different reason, for, in spite of her intense sym l>athy with her young friends artistic al career. she saw that the strain was too great. Jenny was worn out by fatigue and emotion. She threw her self into every part as if she herself were suffering the woes of the hero inc, unlike other great actors and actresses, who succeed in making their representation to a certain degree me- chanical. But her essentially truthful spirit could not do this. The tears she wept in La Sonnambula" came from her heart. We had more than once the stage box. and could see that she was almost overpowered by her feelings She had led this trying life for upward of ten years, and she longed for rest and the peace and regularity of domes- tic life. The manager of Her Majesty's theater, Mir. Lumley, was in despair. It was almost ruin to him to lose her. and he urged for at les a few fare