Turkies, cost $3,000--motioned the matron to squat, and as soon as she
got her throat in talking order, said--

"Goot mornins."

"How do you do?" responds the old lady.

"Pooty well, tank'ees. You have some breakest? No!"

"No, ma'am. I've had my breakfast three hours ago."

"Yes? indeed! you rise up early, eh?--Well, it is goot for ze hels, eh?"

"So my doctor says," responded the matron. "But I like to get up and be
stirring around."

"Ah! yes; you stir around, eh? What you stir around?"

"Well, Miss Lind, I'll tell you what I stir around. I-stir-the-monsters
(Miss Lind looks sharp)
who-try-to-trample-on-the-universal-rights-_of-woman!_ (The matron 'up'
and gesticulating like the brakes of an engine--Miss Lind drops her
eating tools--eyes of the two servants bulge out!) A-n-d
I-stir-the-demagogues-who-assemble-in-Faneuil-Hall (down with the
brakes!), to prevent-the-freedom-of-speech (rush upon the brakes!),
a-a-n-d-put-me-down!"

It was evident that the appetite of the Nightingale was getting
spoiled--she looked suspicious, and, just in time to prevent the female
orator--who was no other personage, of course, than Aunt Nabby Folsom,
from ripping into a regular caucus fanfaronade of gamboge and gas, a
knock upon the door announced a "call" for Miss Lind, to dress and
appear to a fresh lot of bores--yclept the Mayor and his suit of
Deacons, soup, pork and bean-venders.

"Ah! yes; I will be ready in one min't. Madame, you will please come
again; once more, adieu--good mornins--adieu!"

And Aunt Nabby, in spite of her ancient teeth, found herself bowed--half
way down stairs--into the hall, and clean out doors, before she caught
her breath to say another word upon the interminable subject of the
freedom of speech and woman's rights!

But Aunt Nabby "blowed"--O! didn't she _blow_ to the various tea and
toast coteries, scandal and slang express women--and the various knots
of anxious crowds who stood about Bowdoin Square during the Lind mania!
Aunt Nabby had had a genuine _tete-a-tete_ with the Nightingale--and,
ecod, an invitation to call again! But Jenny Lind, and her cordon of
sentinels, secretaries and suckers, were "fly" for the old screech owl,
when again and again she beset the _clark_ and the stairways of the
Revere. Though Aunt Nabby hung on and growled dreadfully, she finally
caved in and kept away.

When Jenny Lind gave the proceeds of one concert to charitable purposes,
among the items set down