I was at your concert last night, and cannot withhold my meed of
praise, or refrain from mentioning to you the immense delight it
afforded me to hear so truly a magnificent voice, as that which the
good Creator has bestowed upon you. It did indeed come "sweetly
o'er my senses stealing." If I was enchanted with your "Entreat me
not," and enraptured with the aria from "Garcia," how perfectly
amazed was I at the basso of the Rover's song! I trembled for you,
thinking every moment that you should fail; while at the same time
I knew that one of the chief charms of your voice, is the perfect
ease and freedom from effort, which you appeared to possess.
There is one thing which Miss Greenfield must allow a stranger to
suggest--and it is on the subject of her dress. The dress itself
was handsome, but why wear that _white lace bertha_? Some bright
rich colour would suit so much better--or something darkly
delicate; indeed, before a European audience, I think Miss
Greenfield might adopt the _Oriental style_ of dress with the best
effect.
Hoping, then, for Miss Greenfield the utmost success in her
projected European tour, I remain her obedient well-wisher,