"Music!
oh,
how
faint,
how
weak!
Language
fades
before
thy
spell!
Why
should
feeling
ever
speak
When
thou
canst
breathe
her
soul
so
well?"
"Music
exalts
each
joy,
allays
each
grief,
Expels
diseases,
softens
every
pain,
Subdues
the
rage
of
poison
and
of
plague."
THE
age
of
music
has
come
for
America.
The
national
enthusiasms
which
has
greeted
and
welcomed
the
sweet
nightingale
of
Europe
to
our
shores
proves
that
our
people
have
souls
to
appreciate
the
highest
kind
of
this
heavenly
art,
namely,
vocal
music.
The
perfection
of
this
melody
can
only
be
reached
by
the
female
voice;
hence
we
find
another
reason
besides
personal
beauty
why
woman
should
be
called
angelic.
Jenny
Lind
adds
the
third
and
holiest
requisite
to
this
claim
on
our
hearts
-
excellence
of
character.
She
is
a
woman
who
brings
honor
to
her
sex
and
glory
to
humanity;
so
gifted
and
so
good;
so
rich
and
so
bounteous;
seemingly
so
far
removed
from
care
and
sorrow,
and
yet
so
ready
to
sympathize
with
the
poor
and
afflicted.
The
melody
of
her
voice
seems
but
the
natural
expression
of
her
sweet,
earnest
desire
to
confer
happiness
on
the
world.
And
this
is
the
secret
of
her
great
popularity.
This
deep
swell
of
benevolent
love
for
humanity
(which
her
heart,
by
its
overflowings
in
charity
of
deeds,
as
well
as
her
lips,
by
kind
words
and
pleasant
smiles,
testifies)
brings
home
to
almost
every
person
the
ideal
hopes
of
making
earth
a
paradise,
which,
at
some
time
in
our
lives,
we
all
cherish.
"I'd
sow
the
earth
with
flowers,
had
I
the
seed,"
is
the
spontaneous
feeling
of
almost
every
heart;
but
few,
probably,
would
fulfill
these
ideal
fancies
were
they
entrusted
with
the
power.
Prosperity
corrupts;
success
dazzles;
the
false
is
magnified
by
glitter
and
tumult,
and
those
who
are
thus
surrounded
soon
cease
to
search
in
the
shade
for
humble
merit,
or
listen
for
the
still
small
voice
of
truth.
But
Jenny
Lind
has
never
suffered
the
love
of
the
false
to
enter
into
her
heart.
Simple
in
her
tastes,
and
true
to
the
moral
instincts
of
her
woman's
nature,
she
keeps
her
beautiful
soul
open
to
the
influence
that
enkindle
hope
and
strengthen
genius.
While
her
nature
moves
thus
in
harmony
with
the
music
of
her
voice,
she
must
-
she
will
draw
the
hearts
of
the
people
to
love
and
honor
her
more
and
more.
Some
complain
of
the
enthusiasm
created
by
her
presence,
and
denounce
it
as
folly
or
madness.
We
do
not
thus
consider
it.
We
are
glad
to
see
this
warmth
of
popular
sentiment
manifested,
when
it
is
done
towards
a
woman
who
merits
the
homage.
Jenny
Lind
has
received
from
Heaven
one
of
the
richest
gifts
of
genius;
she
employs
this
gift
nobly.
We
thank
her
for
the
lesson
she
reads
to
all
gifted
women,
that
virtue
is
their
highest
glory;
we
thank
her
for
the
example
she
gives
to
our
daughters,
that
the
highest
genius
can
be
simple
and
natural
as
a
village
school-girl;
we
thank
her
for
the
sweet
pleasure,
without
meretricious
arts,
which
she
confers
on
the
guardians
of
our
country's
weal,
and
on
the
youth
who
are
our
country's
hope.
May
her
progress
through
our
land
be
to
her
as
pleasant
as
the
tones
of
her
sweet
voice
in
the
song
are
to
all
who
hear
them!
THE
age
of
music
has
come
for
America.
The
national
enthusiasms
which
has
greeted
and
welcomed
the
sweet
nightingale
of
Europe
to
our
shores
proves
that
our
people
have
souls
to
appreciate
the
highest
kind
of
this
heavenly
art,
namely,
vocal
music.
The
perfection
of
this
melody
can
only
be
reached
by
the
female
voice;
hence
we
find
another
reason
besides
personal
beauty
why
woman
should
be
called
angelic.
Jenny
Lind
adds
the
third
and
holiest
requisite
to
this
claim
on
our
hearts
-
excellence
of
character.
She
is
a
woman
who
brings
honor
to
her
sex
and
glory
to
humanity;
so
gifted
and
so
good;
so
rich
and
so
bounteous;
seemingly
so
far
removed
from
care
and
sorrow,
and
yet
so
ready
to
sympathize
with
the
poor
and
afflicted.
The
melody
of
her
voice
seems
but
the
natural
expression
of
her
sweet,
earnest
desire
to
confer
happiness
on
the
world.
And
this
is
the
secret
of
her
great
popularity.
This
deep
swell
of
benevolent
love
for
humanity
(which
her
heart,
by
its
overflowings
in
charity
of
deeds,
as
well
as
her
lips,
by
kind
words
and
pleasant
smiles,
testifies)
brings
home
to
almost
every
person
the
ideal
hopes
of
making
earth
a
paradise,
which,
at
some
time
in
our
lives,
we
all
cherish.
"I'd
sow
the
earth
with
flowers,
had
I
the
seed,"
is
the
spontaneous
feeling
of
almost
every
heart;
but
few,
probably,
would
fulfill
these
ideal
fancies
were
they
entrusted
with
the
power.
Prosperity
corrupts;
success
dazzles;
the
false
is
magnified
by
glitter
and
tumult,
and
those
who
are
thus
surrounded
soon
cease
to
search
in
the
shade
for
humble
merit,
or
listen
for
the
still
small
voice
of
truth.
But
Jenny
Lind
has
never
suffered
the
love
of
the
false
to
enter
into
her
heart.
Simple
in
her
tastes,
and
true
to
the
moral
instincts
of
her
woman's
nature,
she
keeps
her
beautiful
soul
open
to
the
influence
that
enkindle
hope
and
strengthen
genius.
While
her
nature
moves
thus
in
harmony
with
the
music
of
her
voice,
she
must
-
she
will
draw
the
hearts
of
the
people
to
love
and
honor
her
more
and
more.
Some
complain
of
the
enthusiasm
created
by
her
presence,
and
denounce
it
as
folly
or
madness.
We
do
not
thus
consider
it.
We
are
glad
to
see
this
warmth
of
popular
sentiment
manifested,
when
it
is
done
towards
a
woman
who
merits
the
homage.
Jenny
Lind
has
received
from
Heaven
one
of
the
richest
gifts
of
genius;
she
employs
this
gift
nobly.
We
thank
her
for
the
lesson
she
reads
to
all
gifted
women,
that
virtue
is
their
highest
glory;
we
thank
her
for
the
example
she
gives
to
our
daughters,
that
the
highest
genius
can
be
simple
and
natural
as
a
village
school-girl;
we
thank
her
for
the
sweet
pleasure,
without
meretricious
arts,
which
she
confers
on
the
guardians
of
our
country's
weal,
and
on
the
youth
who
are
our
country's
hope.
May
her
progress
through
our
land
be
to
her
as
pleasant
as
the
tones
of
her
sweet
voice
in
the
song
are
to
all
who
hear
them!
