onie bamjmnion. 
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thought nothing special could come from Yanheedom. 
When I say 1 am an American, they think I am from 
South America, which I hasten to explain by telling 
them I am the Yankiest of the Yankees, and that 1 
. w a s T> o r n 
the 
second time we sang the public was even more enthu¬ 
siastic, and I had to go out alone in answer to the cry 
of ‘ Cary, solo.’ They called for me alone the first 
night, but I do not like to offend my brother and sis- 
MISS CARY IN MOSCOW. 
Miss Annie Louise Cary, the celebrated piima- 
donna, writes to a friend in Chicago an amusing 
account of her first night in Moscow. Here are some 
extracts: 
“ Tta Jib. 
rible night 
came, and I 
put on the 
w ar -paint f &L 
with fear and | 
,,. a v MU M I P mB rn m am m 
trembling, , ' ’ -v'f# - ngSl-_ 
and my eyes j} .ySr-f /* 1 *% 
were double 'i 
their size with 
exc.it e m e n t. 
among 
rocks of dear 
old Maine.” 
A Beau¬ 
tiful Senti- 
l ment. —Sor- 
v row sobers us 
1 a n d makes 
the mind gen¬ 
ial. And in 
sorrow we 
love and trust 
’ our friends 
-* more tender¬ 
ly ly, and the 
^ dead become 
[ dearer to ns. 
And just as 
[J the stars 
shine out in 
© the night, so 
® i i 
there are 
f? blessed faces 
J that look at us 
1 in our grief. 
though their 
l features were 
/ fading from 
| our recollec¬ 
ts tion. 
c onplets, 
which open 
t h e second 
act of ‘Tro- 
v a tore’ — and 
s u c h a p - 
plause! It 
was like the 
Cinci n n at i - 
ans at the 
Festival 
(bless them). 
I had been 
told to make 
rs. 
my first bow H 
at a certain g 
box, contain- g 
mg the prin- ^ 
ces and prin- 5 
cesses, but for >— 
the life of me ^ 
T couldn't tell " 
which it, was, ? 
so I stood 5 
still, as 3 
frightened as ■ 
and 
A West¬ 
ern lawyer, 
who was de¬ 
fending a man 
on trial for 
wife murder, 
sought for 
some eupho¬ 
nious and in¬ 
nocent phrase 
with which to 
describe his 
client’s crime, 
a n d finally 
said : ‘ ‘ He 
w i n n o w e d 
her into par¬ 
adise with a 
fence rail.” 
a goose, 
then, in my 
misery, I first, 
bowed to the 
‘ plebs.’ Hor¬ 
rors ! When 
I came to my 
senses I made 
a how 7 to the 
wrong box. 
After the de¬ 
lirious scene 
1 was ap¬ 
plauded and 
shrieked at 
until I almost 
thought the 
Modocs were 
on my track, 
and then 1 
bowed to the 
wrong box 
This is 
w h a t M r . 
Bryant, said 
to the lady at. 
the Homoeo¬ 
pathic Fair, 
for whose lit¬ 
tle paper, 
The Echo, he 
promised to 
write a poem, 
and did it: 
“After tlie 
close of the ‘ 
second act we 
were called out, four times. By that time 1 knew 
where to how, and I smiled my sweetest to ‘ the Roy¬ 
alties.’ After the third act I was recalled three times, 
and after the entire opera we went out six times. The 
ter artists, so 1 went out with the others at the end of 
the opera. I went out, alone six times, and such shout¬ 
ing and waving of handkerchiefs! My success has 
been the event of the season thus far. You see they 
I gave my word, dear madam, it is true. 
At your request, to write a verse or two: 
I gave it you as frankly as ‘twns sought, 
And now you chide because I keep it not. 
Talk not of honor—I am honor’s slave: 
Talk not of honor- __ 
None hut a rogue would keep the thing lie gave. 
