Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 August 1898 — MARY ANDERSON AS A SINGER. [ARTICLE]

MARY ANDERSON AS A SINGER.

Elis Is da Graceful and Lissom as of Yorfc. Madame de Navarro, who is none other than our beautiful American actress, Mary Anderson, of former day, recently participated as a vocalist in a concert at the sleepy old English village of Broadway, in the Cotswolds, where she lives. Hence the rumor, wholly unsubstantiated, of her intention to re-enter public life as a singer. At Bfoadwfiy Mi§§ AnderSoh has a congenial friend and neighbor In Miss Maude Yaierie White, tbe composer, who baS takeh great interest in the development of the actress’ singing Voice —a fuli and deep contralto, flexible and of fine tirribre. When Miss White organized her concert at the Lygon Arms —an antique hostelry with memories of King Charles and Cromwell—Miss Anderson readily consented to assist. The briliant crowd of country gentry, loyal Broadwayites and enthusiastic Americans jvho attended expected to make due allowance for an amateur, but the fair singer treated them to a genuine surprise. “Here,” says the London Sketch, reporting the evefit, “was dramatic life, variety of expression, and, above all, a deep sense of musical propriety, The applause was as sincere as it seemed grateful to the singer. No need to ask whether Madame de Navarfo Was pleased. Her face told the tale. In her dress of pale greeh silk, graceful and lissom as of j-ore, she looked as young as when she first captivated England’s heart as Perdita or Juliet The face of the successful artist is seldom entirely pleasing when In repose; there is almost Invariably a spoiled, selfish look, some suggestion of pettishness or regret. But Miss Anderson is unspoiled by her success, and one may verily believe that her self-imposed seclusion has brought with it no heart-burnings. She lives between her domestic cares, the delights of social life, and the consolations of the little chapel, whose altar she is as proud to adorn as she was that of the Ursuline convent at Louisville in her girlhood days.”—Leslie’s Weekly.