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MRS. PARTINGTON AND JENNY LIND.
“I never liked the Swedenvirgins,” said Mrs. Partington.
She was orthodox, and always sat in the Asylum
pew in the north-east corner of the gallery, and had
charge of the children in sermon time. Her raised
finger was an admonition that brought young refractories
to their obedience at once. Every Sunday was she
there, and people expected to see the faded black bonnet
above the railings, in prayer-time, as much as they
did the parson. “I never liked the Swedenvirgins; but
I a'n't one that believes nothing good can come out of
Lazarus, for all that. Now, there 's Jenny Lind, — may
Heaven shower bags of dollars on her head! — that is so
very good to everybody, and who sings so sweet that
everybody 's falling in love with her, tipsy turvy, and
gives away so much to poor, indignant people. They
call her an angel, and who knows but she may be a
syrup in disguise, for the papers say her singing is like
the music of the spears. How I should love to hear
her!”
She grasped hastily at the long bead purse in her
reticule, but an unsatisfactory response came back from
it to her hopes, and she laid it back again with a sigh.
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