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as a composer it needs not now to speak.
There were various legends regarding Mrs. Jameson's private history.
It was said that her husband, marrying her against his will, parted from her at the church door, and thereafter left England for Canada, where he was residing at the time of her visit.
I first met her at an evening party at the house of a friend.
I was invited to make some music, and sang, among other thing, a brilliant bravura air from ‘Semiramide.’
When I would have left the piano, Mrs. Jameson came to me and said, ‘Altra cosa, my dear.’
My voice had been cultivated with care, and though not of great power was considered pleasing in quality, and was certainly very flexible.
I met Mrs. Jameson at several other entertainments devised in her honor.
She was of middle height, her hair red blond in color.
Her face was not handsome, but sensitive and sympathetic in expression.
The elegant dames of New York were somewhat scandalized at her want of taste in dress.
I actually heard one of them say, ‘How like the devil she does look!’
After a winter passed in Canada, Mrs. Jameson again visited New York, on her way to England.
She called upon me one day with a friend, and asked to see my father's pictures.
Two of these, portraits of Charles First and his queen, were supposed to be by Vandyke.
Mrs. Jameson
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