MISCELLANEOUS. DANGER OF A JOKE IN ITALY.-Stenterello, the favourite Floren. tine actor, was imprisoned a short time ago for venturing upon a sarcasm respecting the sleeping constitution of Tuscany. In the MARYLEBONE AMATEUR MUSICAL SOCIETY.-A public concert comic character of a waiter, who was applied to for chambers, was given by the members of this society on Friday night week; he replied that the inn was full, except the two great chambers, at the Literary Institution, Carlisle Street, Edgware Road, the which, he added, in a mysterious toue, his master was resolved not room being numerously attended. The vocalists were Misses to open. This was considered as an allusion to the grand duke and Greenwood and Henderson, Messrs. Eno, Horne, Woolfe, Appleby, the parliament, and the facetious Stenterello was walked off to gaol. and Bosworth; and the instrumentalists, Messrs. Augustus Eames, MONUMENT TO WILSON, THE VOCALIST.-A committee has been Sadd, and J. Barrett. An efficient orchestra performed overtures appointed to receive subscriptions for the erection of a monument by Auber, Bishop, and Mozart; a scottische by Mr. F. Eames, at Quebec, over the remains of John Wilson, the unequalled called The May," and Mr. Redl's Vauxhall waltzes. Mr. A. Eames's Scottish vocalist, who departed this life in that city last summer.violin solo from Lucia was remarkable for its tone and the depth Knickerbocker. of its expression; and his execution of the violin obligato to Kalliwoda's air, See'st thou at even," (cleverly sung by Miss Greenwood) was excellent; it met with a rapturous encore. Miss Henderson gained encores in " Di tanti palpiti," and Horn's "Sweet melody;" Mr. Sadd, in flute solo, similarly complimented, and Mr. Bosworth was compelled to repeat his buffo version of "Othello." The popular song, by F. Eames, "I'm a lassie," was sung by Miss Greenwood with excellent taste. Mr. Wolvine was leader. The society deserves encouragement, the subscriptions being remarkably low. THE EUROPA, which will bring the account of Jenny Lind's arrival in America, is expected to reach Liverpool to-morrow. 66 William Wordsworth." "A little grave,” like those of the common occupants of a churchyard, farmers or shepherdshow suitable for the poet who looked upon man in his simple native dignity, not as raised above his fellows by the adventitious claims of wealth or rank. "A little, little grave, an obscure grave," with its grassy mound for the daisy and small celandine to bud forth in early spring, and gratefully embellish their poet's last resting-place. The Rotha, too, flowing past the churchyard wall over its pebbly bed, will murmur a sweet music ever grateful to the poet's ear, and lull his repose till the morning of the resurrection! P.-Near Bowness, 4th Sept.-Examiner. WORDSWORTH'S GRAVE.-During a recent tour of a few days to the Lakes, the most interesting object I saw was the grave of the poet Wordsworth, at Grasmere. There was no need of a guide, for through the grassy church-yard were two beaten tracks: one on the north, the other on the south side of the church, trodden by the feet of numerous visitors to the poet's grave. It is close to the eastern wall-a simple grave, covered with the grassy sod, a small dark-coloured flag placed at its foot, with a taller one at the head, on which is engraved-“William Wordsworth." On his right lie the remains of two young children, a son and a daughter, whom he lost many years ago. A small erect slab bears the touchMANCHESTER.-The first meeting for the season of the Gentle- and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven." A ing words of the Saviour-" Suffer little children to come unto me men's Glee Club took place on Thursday night, in the music room, more elaborately-carved stone on his left points out the restingat the Albion Hotel, under the presidency of his worship the place of his accomplished and kind-hearted daughter Dora (Mrs. Mayor of Manchester (John Potter, Esq.), and of Mr. T. R. Chapell Quillinan). There is something extremely affecting in this simple and Mr. Uriah Cooke, the vice-presidents, the room being memorial of the departed poet. His friends may raise a splendid completely filled by the members and their friends. The musical mausoleum to his memory; but his most affecting memonto will be portion of the evening's proceedings were of a most agreeable this unpretending sod-covered grave, with its dark-coloured slab character. The first part opened with Sir J. Stevenson's glee for inscribed five voices and chorus, "Welcome, sons of harmony." A trio, arranged by Phillips, "Give that wreath to me," sung by Mrs. Sunderland, whom we never heard in finer voice, Mrs. Thomas, and Mr. Isherwood, was unanimously encored. A glee for five voices, by Dr. Calcott, the words from Ossian, sung by Messrs. Standage, Walton, Womersley, Isherwood, and Abbott, did not excite much enthusiasm. One of the gems of the evening was a choral song by 18 voices, "I am a poore man, God knows," the words being those of a ballad bearing the date of the year 1500. The quaintness of the language and sentiment were well retained in the music; it received a second encore. In the soprano solo and chorus by Bishop, "Daughter of Error," Mrs. Sunderland vocalised her solo DR. MAINZER'S CLASSES. On Saturday evening, Dr. Mainzer's with fine effect. This concluded the first part. The second opened private choral class held a tea party in the large room, Newall's with Atwood's glee," Hark, the curfew's solemn sound," sung by Buildings, their design being to give him a collective reception on Mrs. Sunderland, Mrs. Thomas, and Mr. Brook. Shakespere's bis return from the continent after the vacation. The party was song to Bacchus, arranged for three voices, and a chorus by Bishop, attended by a considerable number of the pupils of the normal school. and Curschman's trio for soprani and tenore, "Protect us through About three hundred young persons sat down to tea. the coming night," were both well rendered. We cannot say the the classes sung several choruses. The secretary, Mr. Webb, then same of Webb's glee four for voices, "Come live with me." Mrs. briefly addressed the meeting, giving voice to the hearty welcome Sunderland delivered the first recitative in the selection from which the pupils desired to give to Dr. Mainzer, to which this Balfe's Enchantress with much effect, and the whole piece was gentleman, in a very animated speech, kindly responded." The encored. In the glee for five voices by Stevens, "Sigh no more, prayer of the Israelites," by Rossini; Beethoven's Hallelujah ladies," the male voices were not effective, and much of the beauty Chorus and Dr. Calcott's glees," Alice Brand," and "Forgive, of the piece was lost. The last piece of the evening was a gleeblest shade," were sung by the choral class with much effect. by Jackson, for four voices and chorus, "Far in the west by "Hearts and homes," and Weiss's song, "Lord, while my cup of nature blest," descriptive of the three divisions of the United grief," were sung very sweetly by two of the leaders of the class, Kingdom. This concluded a pleasing and successful selection. who also gave Viller's duet, "Spring is long since o'er," in a pleasWe must not omit to mention that the acompaniments on the piano-ing manner. The party separated early, after spending a very forte by Mr. W. Barlow, contributed to the success of the various pleasant evening.-Manchester Examiner. pieces.-(Manchester Courier.) THE PRESIDENCY OF THE ROYAL ACADEMY.-The members of the Royal Academy will proceed this week to fill up the office of President, vacant by the lamented death of Sir Martin Archer Shee. There are in the field for the honourable position several distinguished candidates, including Eastlake, Leslie, and Pickersgill. The claims of Landseer and Turner have also been freely canvassed, but it was not certain that either of the latter gifted Academicians could undertake, if elected, to discharge the duties of the Presidentship, so numerous and onerous are their professional" engagements" for the next three years.- Weekly Chronicle. After tea MR. DOUGLASS STEWART.-This gentleman, who created so favorable a sensation in the Channel islands as a juvenile tragedian, has refused several lucrative engagements, having determined to devote the next six months to study, and afterwards make a professional tour through the provinces. Printed and Published, for the Proprietors, at the "Nassau Steam Press," by WILLIAM SPENCER JOHNSON, 60, St. Martin's Lane, in the parish of St. Martin's in the Fields, in the County of Middlesex, where all communications for the Editor are to be addressed, post paid. To be bad of G. 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She has no longer that laissez-aller air, that Rubini-ish apathy, that was found so great a drawback to her dramatic efforts, while playing at the Royal Italian Opera and Her Majesty's Theatre. Alboni now exhibits surprising energy, and betokens an abandonment of feeling that is hardly to be believed, when we in England remember the absence of fire and passion in her Arsace, Malcolm Græme, and-no, not Cenerentola. That required not fire nor passion, and was always delightfully acted. The Parisian public has not proved, less enthusiastic in its reception to Alboni, than the Parisian press in its eulogies. Every journal speaks in the most extravagant terms both of her vocal and histrionic p wers, and asserts that she is one of the greatest artists who ever appeared at the Academy. She has played six times in the Favorite, and has been offered one hundred pounds a night to play Fides, in the Prophete. This she has thought proper to decline; first, from motives of delicacy, as Madame Viardot, the original representative of the character, is at Paris; and, secondly, because accepting the offer would rather interfere with her engagement at Madrid, whither she is bound next month, to be at the opening of the new Grand Opera. The first, however, is the reason which has had most weight with Alboni. Roger and Barhoillet appeared with her in the Favorite. JENNY LIND IN AMERICA. THE great event of 1850 has at length come to pass. Jenny Lind has landed in America. She arrived the very day Webster was hanged. This was nature's grand poetical justice. One great sensation was followed by another. Thus do we ever find our mighty mother provident, as well as economical. Rossini was born the very year Mozart died. Two horrible murders never happen in juxta-position; it would spoil excitement. Sebastian Bach and French Flowers were not born in the same century. But Jenny Lind has reached the transatlantic continent, and incontinently-here it should be "continently "-all Columbia is up. To make use of a significant indigenous phrase, "America is riz." Why should we attempt to describe the effect produced on the Yankees by the arrival of Jenny Lind, when we have all the New York journals staring us in the face? Can we compete with the writers in eloquence? No! Wherefore, in place of concocting a notice of our own, founded on the different PRICE THREEPENCE. STAMPED FOURPENCE. accounts, let us take the several articles from the papers, present them in their naked and unsophisticated beauty to the reader, and leave all comment to himself. Can the admirer of Jenny Lind fail to be pleased with eulogy run to seed, when she is the object? No! Lives the man who does not write himself admirer of Jenny Lind? Impossible! Will he not forgive extravagance and hyperbole when the subject is so exciting? Certainly! Can one sing too much or too loudly in praise of a Nightingale? Undoubtedly not! Very well, then; here are the extracts from the New York papers, full of the most delectable and stimulating stuff. And first the Daily Tribune, with a universal ken that takes in all things, like the whirlpool of Maelstrom, thus announces the arrival of Jenny Lind on the American shores : 66 The long expectation is over-Jenny Lind has lauded on our shores.. It was confidently expected yesterday morning that the Atlantic would arrive in the course of the day, and crowds collected on all points where a look-out down the Bay could be had, eager to catch the first glimpse of her hull in the distance. The sky was very thick toward Sandy Hook, with a strong wind from the southcast, which led many to fear that the steamer would be detained till night. Nevertheless, large numbers lingered all forenoon around the Canal-street pier, where a sort of triumphal arcade, hung with flags, had been erected. "The writer left the city at 11 o'clock, in the Staten Island boat. The sky by this time was much clearer, though the green shores of the Bay were still somewhat obscured. On landing at Quarantine, we proceeded at once to the office of Dr. A. Sidney Doane, Health Officer of the Port, where we found Mr. Baruum and Mr. Theodore Eisfeldt, who had been the whole of the previous night in waiting for the Atlantic's arrival. Still there were no signs of her coming. Confident, however, that Capt. West would succeed in getting her through by daylight,' we resigned ourselves to another hour or two of expectation. "Toward one o'clock, two guns were heard in the direction of Sandy Hook, and immediately after, the signal-flag of a steamer was run up at the Telegraph station below Clifton. In a few minutes the Atlantic hove in sight, her giant bulk looming through the light mist which still lay on the outer bay. There was no Swedish flag at the Quarantine, but Dr. Doane promptly ordered the German Republican tri-color to be run up the staff, as its nearest of kin, and consequently a compliment to the distinguished songstress. Ou passing the Narrows, the Atlantic fired a second salute, and stopping her paddles, came slowly on with the tide. Through the courtesy of Dr. Doane, we took a seat in his boat, and were carried out over the fresh, dancing swell, as fast as four pairs of stou: arms could urge us. The immense steamer rose above us like a mountain, as we ran under her quarter, and it was something of an undertaking to climb the rope hand-ladder to her deck. The passengers were all above, grouped about the bulwarks, or looking after their effects amid a wilderness of baggage. On the top of a light deck-house, erected over the forward companion-way, sat the subject of the day's excitement-the veritable Jenny Lind -as fresh and rosy as if the sea had spared her its usual discomforts, and enjoying the novel interest of everything she saw, with an apparent unconsciousness of the observation she excited. At her side stood Mr. Jules Benedict, the distinguished composer, and Signor Giovanni Belletti, the celebrated basso, her artistic companions. Mr. Barnum, who had by this time climbed on board, with a choice bouquet carefully stuck in the bosom of his white vest, was taken forward and presented by Capt. West. But Mr. Collins had for once stolen a march on him, having got on board in advance, and presented Miss Lind a bouquet about three times the size of Barnum's. "The songstress received the latter with great cordiality; her manners are very frank and engaging, and there is an expression of habitual good-humour in her clear blue eye, which would win her the heart of a crowd by a single glance. She is about twenty-nine years of age, and rather more robust in face and person than her portraits would indicate. Her forehead is finely formed, shaded by waves of pale brown hair; her eyes, as we have said, light blue and joyous; her nose and mouth, though moulded on the large Swedish type, convey an impression of benevolence and sound goodness of heart, which is thoroughly in keeping with the many stories we have heard of her charitable doings. Mdlle. Lind was dressed with great taste and simplicity. She wore a visite of rich black cashmire over a dress of silver-gray silk, with a pale-blue silk hat, and black veil. At her feet lay a silky little lap-dog, with ears almost half the length of its body; it was of that rare breed which are worth their weight in gold, and was a present from Queen Victoria. Mdlle. Lind was accompanied by her cousin, Mdlle. Ahmansen. The English mezzo-soprano, Miss Andrews, has not yet arrived. "Mr. Benedict and Signor Belletti are both men of between thirty and thirty-five years old. The former, who is a German by birth, has a vigorous face, with that expansive breadth of forehead which always marks a composer, and wears a thick brown moustache, as is becoming a musician. Signor Belletti, who is a Genoese, is a man of medium size, with rather thin but expressive features, dark hair and moustache. "As the Atlantic got under weigh again, Capt. West invited the party to take a station on the starboard wheel house, where they could observe the beauties of our harbour, without being incommoded by the crowd on deck. Mdlle. Lind and her two companions were charmed by the fresh and changing prospect. She pronounced New York bay the finest she had ever seen, and her time was spent entirely in scanning the shores with a glass. Seeing the American flag flying at the Quarantine, she said: There is the beautiful standard of Freedom-the oppressed of all nations worship it.' Signor Belleti exclaimed in rapture: Here is the New World at last-the grand New World, first seen by my fellow-countryman, Columbus! Notwithstanding the wind blew a small gale, Mdlle. Lind remained on the wheel-house, observing everything with great curiosity and delight, till the ship was made fast at the pier. As we passed Castle Garden, a Swedish vessel-the Maria, which arrived yesterday from Gefle-lay in the stream, with the national flag at the gaff. The Nightingale recognised it at once, and waved her handkerchief to the sailors on board. She inquired of Dr. Doane the name of the vessel and the condition of the crew, with much apparent interest. "As we neared Canal Street pier, the interest was increased by the spectacle of some thirty or forty thousand persons congregated on all the adjacent piers and shipping, as well as all the roofs and windows fronting the water. The spars and rigging of vessels-the bulkheads along the wharves, and every other spot commanding a sight, were crowded, while every fender at the Hoboken Street Ferry House was topped with a piece of living statuary. In addition to the usual flags at the pier, a splendid Swedish banner was floating in the air. From all quarters crowds of persons could be seen hurrying down toward the Atlantic's dock. The multitude increased so rapidly that we began to fear there would be difficulty in making a way through it. The distinguished visitors all expressed their astonishment at seeing so many well-dressed people in the crowd. Mdlle. Lind, especially, was very much struck with the air of respectability which marked the thousands assembled. Turning to Mr. Barnum, she asked, 'Have you no poor people in your country? Every one here appears to be well dressed.' "The Atlantic ran past the pier as she came up, turned, and went down stream some distance, and then glided slowly into her place. Some little time elapsed before she could be made fast and the gangway adjusted. The immense crowd was kept away from the immediate neighbourhood of the vessel by the gate across the pier, inside of which about fifty persons had been admitted. Mr. Barnum's carriage, with his pair of beautiful bays, was in readiness at the foot of the gangway. Just inside the gate, a number of triumphal arches of evergreens and flowers had been erected. The first arch, fronting the water, bore the inscription, WELCOME TO JENNY LIND!" after which came another, with the American Eagle in the centre, and the words 'Jenny Lind, welcome to America" in large letters around the span. The landing-place, from the steamer to the gates, was overhung with the stars and stripes, with the flags of various other nations tastefully disposed on either side. This beautiful display was got up under the direction of Messrs. Davidson, Stewart, and Delmano, attachés of Barnum's Museum. A large number of the Museum's people were on the ground, most of them carrying bouquets. We learned from those who boarded the Atlantic that the crowd on shore was most dense and suffocating, and that five or six persons had been pushed into the dock in the struggle, but were rescued without injury. Many had been in waiting on the ground for several hours. "As soon as Capt. West had conducted Mdlle. Lind to the gangway, the rush commenced. Mdlle. Ahmansen, with Messrs. Benedict and Belletti, followed, and all four took their seats in the carriage, Mr. Barnum mounting to the driver's place. The crowd inside the gates immediately surrounded the carriage, clinging to the wheels and crowding about the windows, cheering all the while with an enthusiasm we never saw surpassed. The multitude outside began to press against the gates, which were unbolted in all haste to prevent being forced in. Scarcely had one gate been thrown back, however, before the torrent burst in, with an energy frightful to witness. The other half of the gate instantly gave way, the planks snapping like reeds before the pressure. The foremost ranks were forced down upon the floor, and those behind, urged on from without, were piled upon them till a serious loss of life seemed almost inevitable. The spectacle was most alarming; some forty or fifty persons lay crushed by the inexorable crowd, stretching out their hands and crying for help. In the midst of this tragic affair we could scarcely restrain a laugh, at the sight of a man, lying squeezed under the mass and hardly able to breathe, holding out his new hat at arm's length, and imploring somebody to take it and prevent it from being smashed. Finally, some of the police officers, and some of the gentlemen who happened to be near, succeeded with great difficulty in driving back the crowd and rescuing the sufferers. Many were severely bruised, some came off with bloody noses, and two boys, about twelve years of age, appeared to be seriously injured. Had not the rush been checked in time, many lives would have been lost. The carriage containing the freight of song was started with dif ficulty, owing to the enthusiastic crowd around it. Mdlle. Lind and her cousin, Mdlle. Ahmansen, occupied the back seat; the former bowed repeatedly as she passed through the gathered thousands. The people fell back respectfully and made way, literally heaping the carriage with flowers as she passed along. More than two hundred bouquets were thrown into the windows. Once clear of the throng, the carriage was driven off rapidly and succeeded in reaching the Irving House, without allowing the people in the streets time to collect. Mdlle. Lind's elegant suite of apartments in the second story of the hotel were all in readiness, and a couple of police officers guarded the entrance in Chambers Street, to prevent the crowd from rushing in. The block around the Irving House was filled with a dense mass of people, with heads upturned, gazing at the different windows, many of which were graced with ladies; but Jenny was not among them. At last she appeared at one of the parlor windows opening on the Broadway, and there was a general stampede to get a sight of her. She bowed repeatedly and kissed her hand in answer to the cheers; her face wore a radiant and delighted expression, and her whole demeanour was exceedingly winning and graceful. Her arrival created nearly as much excitement in the Irving House as in the streets. There are at present 530 guests in the house, and each several one is anxious to get a glimpse of her. All the passages leading to her apartments were crowded. The great flag of Sweden and Norway was hoisted on the flag-staff of the Irving House immediately upon her arrival. Throughout the evening crowds continued to collect about the Hotel, and so incessant were their calls that she was obliged to appear twice again at the windows. Finally, being quite exhausted by the excitement of the day, she retired, and her faithful Swedish servants kept watch to prevent disturbance. "After eleven o'clock the crowd began to gather again, as it was known that the Musical Fund Society of this City intended giving Mdlle. Lind a serenade at midnight. At the appointed time the serenading band, numbering 200 instruments, made its appearance, and taking its station in Reade-street, played several national airs under the windows of Mdlle. Lind's apartments. this time occupied all the space in front of the Irving House, The crowd by extending some distance up and down Broadway-many thousands in all. The marble courses topping the first story of Stewart's new buildings were loaded with spectators, and all the windows of the Irving and the adjoining buildings were alive with heads. Immediately under Mdlle. Lind's parlour, fronting on Broadway, a company of firemen in their red shirts stationed themselves with their tall lanterns, making a very picturesque part of the scene. The view of the crowd from the windows of the Irving House was very grand and striking. The musicians now came into Broadway, where they played a number of airs, among which Hail Columbia' and Yankee Doodle' were predominant. Mdlle. Lind's appearance at the window was the signal for a storm of shouts and cheers prolonged almost without end. During the performance of Yankee Doodle,' she kept time to the music with much spirit, and at the close requested its repetition. She listened, again with evident delight, clapping her hands when the band had finished. "She waved her handkerchief to the company and withdrew but cheer on cheer followed and she was obliged to appear again and again, till the reluctant throng was finally obliged to disperse. Among those present in the street were numbers of ladies. At the close of the Serenade the musicians were invited into the for them. Irving House, where a handsome collation was in waiting "So ended the first chapter of the marvellous history of JENNY LIND IN AMERICA." Jenny Lind's idea of the American flag-"The beautiful standard of freedom-the oppressed of all nations worship it!" is as fresh and sparkling as her own dear voice, but not quite so well in tune. The term "Stampede" is true Yankee. Furthermore the Daily Tribune indulges us with the following intelligence, statistical and problematical : "We understand that Mdlle. Lind will accept the invitation of G. G. Howland, Esq., and spend a few days at his summer residence on the Hudson, near Fishkill. Messrs. Benedict and Belletti will probably remain for the present at the Irving House. It is their opinion, as well as that of the songstress herself, that the voyage bas improved her voice. She expresses her entire readiness to appear before the public in ten days, if Mr. Barnum should succeed in obtaining a suitable hall for the week or two which must intervene till the completion of the new building. After her return from Fishkill, she will probably spend two or three days at Iraniston, Mr. Barnum's residence, near Bridgeport, Connecticut. "We are glad to announce that the tickets for each concert will be sold at auction, though there will no doubt be a par rate established for the remaining seats, after all the most desirable have been disposed of. The time and place of giving the first concert has not yet been determined; but we may safely anticipate hearing the famous vocalist within two weeks. The next journal which presents itself is the Evening Express. In his love for his country, in his devotion for the Sabbath, in his reverence for Jenny Lind, and his fear of her being spoiled, the writer is apparently at a loss on what point to fix his opinions; and yet he does not write without thought. Hear him : "Jenny Lind was received in the city more as a conqueror of armies than as a prima donna from Europe. The signal for the steamer was the signal for an immense congregation of people. It being a leisure day, the multitude assembled by thousands on the pier to welcome the steamer and its distinguished passenger. No occasion-not even the welcoming of the most distinguished patriot and soldier who ever put foot upon our shores-has called forth more enthusiasm from the crowd. Cheers followed cheers as the lady wended her way through the crowd to the carriage which Mr. she trod was spread with carpeting, and surrounded by friendly Barnum had prepared to receive her. The pathway over which faces, who again and again made the air ring, notwithstanding it was the Sabbath, with shouts of welcome. "From the pier to the Irving House the crowd followed, and type." The account in the body of the in the Atlantic yesterday afternoon, was a perfect ovation. The cantatrice. dock, the crowd sent up a deafening cheer, which was answered by "As the noble vessel and its precious freight proceeded into the Lind appeared, accompanied by Mr. Barnum and another gentlethe spirited passengers and the tars on board, and again re-echoed by the crowd. When the vessel was made fast to the dock, Mdlle. man, at the gangway of the ship, upon which cheer after cheer again rent the air, with a unanimity we have seldom seen equalled. There were tremendous struggles made to obtain a nearer glimpse of the songstress, during which several gentlemen, less expert than their neighbours, were treated to a free salt water bath; no one, however, was drowned. Some, also, were trampled upon and run over; but we have heard of no serious accidents. "Mdlle. Lind acknowledged the enthusiasm of the welcome accorded her by waving her handkerchief and kissing her hands to the crowd; these concessions, of course, renewing the demonstrations of delight and welcome on the part of the people. The whole pier had been carpeted with fine crash, and a pathway had been prepared for her to go to Mr. Barnum's private carriage, which was in waiting; but so dense was the crowd that it was with the utmost difficulty she could reach it at all. When, with her escort, she was stration on the conveyance, intending to detach the horses and fairly ensconced in her carriage, the crowd made a serious demondraw the cantatrice to her lodgings. They were persuaded, however, to defer this ceremony for a more convenient season than Sunday. Forthwith Mdlle. Lind was conveyed to her apartments at the Irving House, accompanied by Mr. Barnum, Mr. Belletti, and Mr. Benedict, followed by the loud and long repeated cheers of the people and an immense crowd. Chamber-street from Broadway to Church-street. As the carriage "At the Hotel another large concourse was gathered, filling drove up, the air was rent with cheers, and a simultaneous rush was made for the carriage; but by a dexterous movement Mr. Howard, of the Irving House, who was waiting for her, took her arm and led her through the crowd to her apartments. Here he welcomed her to the country and to his house, Mdlle. Lind replying appropriately, and expressing herself greatly affected by the proofs of affection that met her. She thought the reception she received at Liverpool overpowering; but the demonstration of which she had been the object here had as far exceeded it as it had any previous welcome she had received. Mdlle. Lind was then left to make her arrangements and dress for dinner. "By the politeness of Mr. D. D. Howard, while Mdlle. Lind and party were at dinner, we were favored with a look at her apartments. Her suite of rooms consist of a parlour, a drawing-room, a dining-room, and two bed rooms, the furniture and paintings in which cost upwards of 7000 dollars. In her drawing-room, the furniture is all of the finest carved solid rosewood, covered with yellow and gold satin damask. The curtains of the same material, with fine real thread lace underneath. The tables of rosewood, marble, and papier maché richly inlaid with pearl. One of Boardman and Gray's Dolce Campana pianos is also in the apartment. Her chamber is no less gorgeously finished, the bedstead being covered with a canopy of the finest lace, and the coverlid of the finest purple satin, beautifully embroidered, and with a lace border. Mr. Howard is deserving of much credit for the superb manner in which he has furnished the rooms. As to Mdlle. Lind, she declared she had never seen anything so unique and recherché, and made many inquiries as to whether they were manufactured in this country or abroad. "About, sundown the Swedish flag was hoisted over the hotel, which was, of course, a signal to all the town that the Nightingale had arrived. Large crowds of the boarders in the hotel gathered in the passages, in order to get a glimpse of her as she passed from her boudoir to the dinner parlour, and as she came out, leaning on Mr. Benedict's arm, she was greeted with much applause, though so exceedingly plainly dressed, that the crowd were uncertain whether or not it was Jenny or somebody very much like her. In fine, her whole reception was very enthusiastic, and no other living woman but Jenny Lind could have called forth such a demonstration on a Sunday from the people of New York. Had it been a week day, the reception might have been still more brilliant." Far more luminous, or, at least, voluminous and interesting, is the article presented by the New York Herald, wherein is chronicled all full and true particulars of the Nightingale, from her landing at Liverpool to her arrival at New York, together with an account of the concert given by Jenny Lind on board the Atlantic for the benefit of the sailors, with other entertaining matters, rendered by one of the passengers. As our readers have already had a dose of "Jenny Lind at Liverpool," we shall dispense with the writer's remarks thereanent, and take up his narrative directly at the point where our Liverpool notice left off-namely, her departure from the shores of the Mersey. Thus then writes the faithful chronicler of the Atlantic :: ་ "The Atlantic kept as near the shore as possible, in order to afford the vast concourse of the admirers of the cantatrice an opportunity of taking a last long look, and each turn of the wheels called forth a renewed burst of applause-thousands of hats and white handkerchiefs were seen waving, and the air resounded with hurrah!' farewell!' and God bless you! During all this time, Jenny remained at her post on the near paddle-box, and, although deeply affected, constantly waved her handkerchief, and breathing softly her respouse of God bless you-to you I owe much.' At length the moment arrived, when distance separated from view the greatest concourse of people ever assembled, and assembled when each heart was overflowing with respect and admiration of one so worthy of all. At the least estimate, reckoning the crowded excursion steamers, and the crowds assembled along the vast line of piers and docks, not less than 70,000 or 80,000 persons could have been present; and when we reflect that, in proportion, the same excitement prevailed during her stay in Liverpool, and everywhere in Europe, one must wonder, why is this? An amusing incident, however, occurred about this time, which excited the mirth of even Jenny herself, and which I quietly noted as one of the many desperate cases of Lind fever' that fell under my observation. Accom panying us in the tender, was an elderly man of very genteel appearance, who paced the deck in evident anxiety and impatience, and whose luggage seemed to consist of a solitary pair of unmen. tionables, which were carelessly rolled up and tucked' under his arm. Arriving alongside of the leviathan Atlantic, he sprang over the gangway with surprising agility, and exclaimed, Where's Jenny Lind? Can anybody tell me if Jenny Lind is to be seen? Oh! where the devil is Jenny Lind?' Not obtaining a very satisfactory reply to his beseeching queries (and especially to the last, which was uttered in a toue betokening the strongest kind of despair), and being informed that he must either leave the ship or submit to a summary ejectment, he broke away from the gangway, and rushed forward, muttering, Impossible! I must go. Can't be helped. Borrow clothes on board, no doubt,' &c. Amid the noise and bustle-the roar of cannon-the escape of steam, and the confused mingling of cheers and adieus, I lost sight of my patient.' But, glancing over the quarter as the mail boat left us and dropped astern, I clearly recognized him, astride of the paddlebox, shouting most vociferously, and waving, in a perfect frenzy of excitement, not his hat or handkerchief, but them there pantaloons! As we stood down the river, cheer after cheer greeted us until the dim and dingy spires of Liverpool were lost to view. 6 "Before entering into a detailed account of our delightful voyage, I cannot resist the temptation of expressing here my unqualified condemnation of some annoyances to which Mdlle. Lind was subjected in Liverpool-not that a murmur has ever escaped her lips with regard to them-not that I wish to invade the sanctity of her pecuniary affairs, but because I feel a thrill of inexpressible pleasure in holding up to scorn and contempt the man who, regardless of the obligations of common honesty, avails himself of the opportunity to plunder an unprotected lady, by presenting charges so barefaced and exorbitant, as to amount to little less than open robbery; and all because Jenny Lind happens to be a distinguished artist, who is supposed to be made of money. That such was the case, not only as regards her bills, but in several other instances, is a fact which I have from a source perfectly and positively authentic; and I refer to the circumstance now, especially in the hope that her visit to the United States may not be accompanied by any dear whistles' of that sort. While touching upon this subject, it may not be altogether amiss to state, for the information of all persons who look upon Jenny Lind as possessed of great wealth, that such is by no entitle them to credit, that she does not allow her income to exceed means the case; and I am told by parties whose relations to her 1000l. per annum, while all over and above that sum is generously and faithfully dispensed in charities. Indeed, there is scarcely a cause to which Jenny Lind has not contributed; not in the sense of mere mites,' forsooth, but thousands and thousands of pounds have been yearly dispensed by the free heart and hand of this generous and exemplary woman. Nor are her bounties alone confined to laud them, but in obscure places, and in secret as well, does her great public institutions in large cities, with the rich and noble to purse pour forth its golden blessings. It is a crying shame, and a crime, then, I say, to attempt to plunder, by extortion, such a woman as this. "But let us return to our voyage. Need I say, as a commencement, that Jenny Lind was throughout the very life of the ship?" For the first three or four days the weather was exceeding stormy, and all hands were more or less sick, not excepting Mademoiselle, who, however, was among the first to shake off the nauseous effects of her introduction to Neptune's domain. On the 23rd we encountered a severe gale, which lasted two days, and which, though retarding our progress greatly, tested the ship in such a manner as to satisfy all parties that she stands unrivalled as a seaboat. At length the wind abated, and the ocean became smooth. Roses came again to pale cheeks, and hearts and eyes assumed their accustomed buoyancy and brightness. Evening alter evening came, and with it the dance, in which charming Jenny was sure to lead off, with all the grace of womanly beauty, and all the joyousness of merry girlhood. Anou, when the atmosphere was too damp, or the sea too rough for these amusements, then Jenny's sweet and bell-like voice poured forth the rich melodies of her native Sweden. True to her nature, and to those pure and holy impulses which adoru and beautify her character, she at once |