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English audiences, on the other hand, are notoriously friendly to their old favourites. When Dr. Hanslick, the Viennese critic, visited England and heard Sims Reeves singing before crowded houses as he had been doing for forty or fifty years, he remarked, “It is not easy to win the favour of the English public; to lose it is quite impossible.”

Mme. Grisi made her last appearance in London in 1866 at the theatre she had left twenty years previously, Her Majesty’s. The opera was Lucrezia Borgia. At the end of the first act she miscalculated the depth of the apron and the descending curtain left her outside on her knees. She had stiffness in her joints and was unable to rise without assistance…. This situation must have been very embarassing to a singer who previously had been an idol of the public. In the passionate duet with the tenor she made an unsuccessful attempt to reach the A natural. Notwithstanding the fact that she was well received and that she got through with the greater part of the opera with credit, her impressario, J. H. Mapleson, relates in his “Memoirs” that after the final curtain had fallen she rushed to tell him that it was all over and that she would never appear again. In “Student and Singer” Charles Santley writes of the occasion: “I had been singing at the Crystal Palace concert in the afternoon, and after dining there I went up to the theatre to see a little of the performance. I felt very sorry for Grisi that she had been induced to appear again; it was a sad sight for any one who had known her in her prime, and even long past it.”

However, even English audiences can be cold. John E. Cox, in his “Musical Recollections,” recalls an earlier occasion when Grisi sang at the Crystal Palace without much success (July 31, 1861): “On retiring from the orchestra, after a peculiarly cold reception–as unkind as it was inconsiderate, seeing what the career of this remarkable woman had been–there was not a single person at the foot of the orchestra to receive or to accompany her to her retiring room! I could imagine what her feelings at that moment must have been–she who had in former years been accustomed to be thronged, wherever she appeared, and to be the recipient of adulation–often as exaggerated as it was fulsome–but who was now literally deserted. With Grisi–although I had been once or twice introduced to her–I never had any personal acquaintance. I could not, however, resist the impulse of preceding her, without obtruding myself on her notice, and opening the door of the retiring room for her, which was situated at some considerable distance from the orchestra. Her look as I did this, and she passed out of sight, is amongst the most painful of my ‘Recollections.'”

German audiences are usually kind to their favourites. In America we adopt neither the attitude of the English and Germans, nor yet that of the Italians and French. We simply stay away from the theatre. Mark Twain has put it succinctly, “When a singer has lost his voice and a jumper his legs, those parties fail to draw.”

Benjamin Lumley in his “Reminiscences of the Opera,” quoting an anonymous friend, relates a touching story regarding Catalani, who was born in 1779 and who retired from the stage in 1831. When Jenny Lind visited Paris in the spring of 1849 she learned to her astonishment that Catalani was in the French capital. The old singer, who resided habitually in Florence, had come to Paris with her daughter who, as the widow of a Frenchman, was obliged to go through certain legal forms before taking possession of her share of her husband’s property. Through a friend of both ladies it was arranged that the two should meet at a dinner at the home of the Marquis of Normansby, the English ambassador to the Tuscan court, but the Swedish singer could not restrain her impatience and before that event she set out one forenoon for Mme. Catalani’s apartment in the Rue de la Paix and sent in her name by a servant. The old singer hastened out to greet her distinguished visitor with obvious delight. She had known nothing of Mlle. Lind’s presence in Paris and had feared that such a chance would never befall her, much as she had longed to see the celebrated singer who had excited the English public in a way which recalled her own past triumphs and who rivalled her in her purity and her charity. They talked together for an hour…. At the dinner the Marchioness of Normansby considerately refrained from asking Jenny Lind to sing, because no one is allowed to refuse such an invitation made by a representative of royalty. Catalani, however, had no such scruples. She went up to the Nightingale and begged her to sing, adding, ” C’est la vieille Catalini qui desire vous entendre chanter, avant de mourir! ” This appeal was irresistible. Jenny Lind sat down to the piano and sang Non credea mirarti and one or two other airs, including Ah! non giunge. Catalani is described as sitting on an ottoman in the centre of the room, rocking her body to and fro with delight and sympathy, murmuring, ” Ah la bella cosa che la musica, quando si fa di quella maniera! ” and again ” Ah! la carissima! quanto bellissima! ” A dinner at Catalani’s apartment followed, but a few days later it became known that the old singer was ill, an illness which proved fatal. She had, however, heard the Swedish Nightingale sing ” avant de mourir.”