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"He then set off, but pulled up abruptly, and said, "'Arrah, Mr. Darcy, maybe you'd be civil enough to lind me the loan of a sword, or bagnet, or gun, or anything that way, that would be sarviceable to a body on a pinch? "'Yes! said I, 'and enable you to commit murder? No, no, Murphy; I'm sorry it's not in my power to put a final stop to such dangerous quarrels!
I have had a letter from him since you saw him." "What!" said Mr. Lind, rising also. "Dont let us quarrel, papa," said Marian, appealingly. "Why may I not marry whom I please?" "Who wants to prevent you, pray? I have most carefully abstained from influencing you with regard to Sholto Douglas. But this is a totally different question. It is my duty to save you from disgracing yourself."
The Doctor looked very sharp at Mrs. Finley so sharp that she stooped down, pretending to pick something from the floor, that he needn't see her blush. "I don't know how I am to nurse a sick child," grumbled Mrs. Finley; "there's John Madison Harrison Polk, and Sarah Jenny Lind, and Malvina Cecelia Victoria, and Napoleon Bonaparte, four children of my own to look after. It's a hard case, Doctor."
As it came streaming into the room, Jenny Lind uplifted her voice, and it rang out firm and clear as she sang the opening measures of Schumann's glorious "To the Sunshine." The notes were her last. A bust of her was unveiled in Westminster Abbey in 1894.
The meeting was a pleasure to them both. They talked music, art, told many anecdotes of celebrated acquaintances: Alboni, Nilsson, Patti, etc. He had brought some of his music with him, and Jenny Lind and I sang the duo of his latest opera "Le Premier Jour de Bonheur." He consulted me as to whether he might dare to ask her to dine with him, with a few congenial spirits.
"Safe!" cried Fred, as he hauled on the sledge rope to drag it farther out of danger. "So we are," replied O'Riley, breathing very hard; "and it's meself thought to have had a wet skin at this minute. Come, West, lind a hand to fix the dogs, will ye?" A few minutes sufficed to put all to rights and enable them to start afresh.
But music has upset many a man's calculations. The strains of the Jenny Lind waltz were beginning to float through the rooms. There was Miss Virginia in a corner of the big parlor, for the moment alone with her cousin. And thither Stephen sternly strode. Not a sign did she give of being aware of his presence until he stood before her. Even then she did not lift her eyes.
A child with talent must be kept at the piano, just as a child with measles must be kept under the blankets. Mrs. Kronborg and her three sisters had all studied piano, and all sang well, but none of them had talent. Their father had played the oboe in an orchestra in Sweden, before he came to America to better his fortunes. He had even known Jenny Lind.
One thinks of the "Bourgeois Gentilhomme," "la trompette marine est un instrument qui me plait, el qui est harmonieux"; we are reminded, too, of Dean Stanley, who, absolutely tone-deaf, and hurrying away whenever music was performed, once from an adjoining room in his father's house heard Jenny Lind sing "I know that my Redeemer liveth."
Lind during her life learned not less than five languages besides her own, she never spoke any of them with precision and purity, not even Italian.
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