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THE AMERICAN BEE-KKKPER. 



May 



"No, Tommy, 1 have bought those 

 spoous three times, and I don't intend 

 to risk them any more. " 



MARVELOUS JENNY LIND. 



Bought the Ship That Broug^ht Him. 



An interesting anecdote is told of 

 the late Captain Theodore Julius. Some 

 time ago Caprain Julius went over to a 

 shipyard in Camden to take a look at 

 the old packetship Tonawanda, which 

 ■was being converted into a coal barge. 

 The caprain took a particular interest 

 in the old ship, because of his having 

 served as mate aboard her in the early 

 sixties. While he stood watching the old 

 vessel, a tail stranger approached him 

 and asked, "Isn't your name Julius?" 

 The captain replied in the affirmative. 

 "You were a mate on that ship in the 

 summer of 1863?" "Yes, "said the cap- 

 tain. "You don't remember me," con- 

 tinued the stranger, "but I remember 

 you very well. I was a steerage passen- 

 ger on the Tonawanda at that time, be- 

 ing on my way to this country. I've 

 been pretty prosperous, and I've just 

 bought the old ship and am going to 

 make a coal barge of her. Strange, isn't 

 it, that I should come to own the ship 

 that brought me, practically penniless, 

 to this country?' ' — Philadelphia Record. 



A Misapprehension. 



"Only think," exclaimed Fenderson, 

 "of the many uses to wJiich paper is 

 now put!" 



"I know, " replied Bass. "I was at 

 the theater the other night, and I was 

 told it was all paper, and it was a fine, 

 gubstantial looking structure too." — 

 Boston Transcript. 



How She Did It. 



Trivvet — iiiss Flop claims to have 

 made a thoa;-aud refusals of marriage. 



Dicer — That's easily explained. When 

 young Callow asked her to marry him, 

 she replied, "No; a thousand times no. " 

 — London Tit- Bits. 



TheWest Indies were so called by Co- 

 lumbus, he baiieviiig them to be a por- 

 tion of the Indies which he had reached 

 by sailing toward the we^t. 



The alb, so often mentioned as a 

 priestly garment, was a long gown, fas- 

 tened with a belt. 



Interesting Reminiscences of the "Swedish 

 Nightingale." 



Among the most interesting of those 

 of whom John Addiugton Symonds gives 

 reminiscences in his recently published 

 autobiography is Mme. Jenny Lind 

 Goldschmidt, of whom the image has 

 faded away for the present generation, 

 like that of all whose power was dis- 

 played on the ephemeral sphere of the 

 stage. He gives a very charming ac- 

 count of this simple minded, gracious 

 and womanly singer, who had the high- 

 est devotion to her art, saying, "I sing 

 to God, " and whose home life and man- 

 ners were those of simple affection and 

 womanliness. Jenny Lind had passed 

 beyond the bloom of youth when Sy- 

 monds saw her, and her marvelous voice 

 was beginning to lose its power, but 

 her artistic method was as pure as ever, 

 and her expression as magical. The fol- 

 lowing is his impression of her singing: 



"Mme. Goldschmidt came on second 

 in 'On Miglity Pteans. ' She was quite in 

 black and looked to me an old, worn 

 lady, with a large head and a small per- 

 son. She wore no crinoline, and her 

 dress, with its loose waist, reminded me 

 of grandnjammp's. At the first tones of 

 her voice I quivered all over. It was 

 not hei" wonderful execution, her pathos, 

 varying expression, subtle inflexibility, 

 that surprised me, but the pure timbre, 

 whicii so vibrated and thrilled my very 

 soul that t..;.rs came into my eyes. The 

 volume of tune she threw out and then 

 dimijiished to a whisper, which per- 

 meated the room; the diminuendoes and 

 orescendoe.<, the nightingale metallic 

 strokes, briJliant accents and floods of 

 swift, succ f-sive notes I expected, but I 

 had not realized such quality of voice. " 



He gives a charming picture of the 

 home of tjic Goldscbiuidts at Oak Lee, 

 and this account of the aging cantatrice 

 singing to her bird is very graceful: 



"A blackbird hung in a cage outside 

 the door. Mme. Goldschmidt went up 

 and talked to it 'Conie, pretty bird, 

 pretty, pr^^tty little bird, do give us 

 a little song. We want to hear you sing 

 so much, you pretty, pretty little bird, ' 

 in such a coi'.xing way that the bird, who 

 had been shy at first, got down and 

 came close to her and put its head on 



