[270] Lind's stay among us. It was at the time when the “Rochester Knockings” were a topic of interest. “I called,” said Mr. Greeley,
on Mademoiselle Jenny Lind, then a new-comer among us, and was conversing about the current marvel with the late N. P. Willis, while Mademoiselle Lind was devoting herself more especially to some other callers. Our conversation caught Mademoiselle L.'s ear and arrested her attention; so, after making some inquiries, she asked if she could witness the so-called “Manifestations.” I answered that she could do so by coming to my house in the heart of the city, as Katy Fox was then staying with us. She assented, and a time was fixed for her call; at which time she appeared, with a considerable retinue of total strangers. All were soon seated around a table, and the ‘rappings’ were soon audible and abundant. “Take your hands from under the table ” Mademoiselle Jenny called across to me in the tone and manner of an indifferently bold archduchess. “What?” I asked, not distinctly comprehending her. “Take your hands from under the table I” she imperiously repeated; and I now understood that she suspected me of causing, by some legerdemain, the puzzling concussions. I instantly clasped my hands over my head, and there kept them until the sitting closed, as it did very soon. I need not add, this made not the smallest differences with the “rappings;” but I was thoroughly and finally cured of any desire to exhibit or commend them to strangers.Jenny Lind, like Miss Kemble, met her destiny in America. Among the performers at her concerts was Mr. Otto Goldschmidt, a pianist and composer, whom she had formerly known in Germany, and with whom she had pursued her musical studies. Her friendship for this gentleman ripened into a warmer attachment, and ended in their marriage at
