WOODSTOCK, N. Y.
August, 1913

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
[I].My First Notes[1]
[II].Girlhood[11]
[III]."Like a Picked Chicken!"[22]
[IV].A Youthful Realist[33]
[V].Literary Boston[43]
[VI].War Times[55]
[VII].Steps of the Ladder[62]
[VIII].Marguerite[77]
[IX].Opéra Comique[90]
[X].Another Season and a Little More Success[99]
[XI].The End of the War[110]
[XII].And so—to England![119]
[XIII].At Her Majesty's [129]
[XIV].Across the Channel[139]
[XV].My First Holiday on the Continent[152]
[XVI].Fellow-Artists[163]
[XVII].The Royal Concerts at Buckingham Palace[177]
[XVIII].The London Season[188]
[XIX].Home Again[200]
[XX]."Your Sincere Admirer"[212]
[XXI].On the Road[227]
[XXII].London Again[235]
[XXIII].The Season with Lucca[245]
[XXIV].English Opera[254]
[XXV].English Opera—Continued[266]
[XXVI].Amateurs and Others[276]
[XXVII]."The Three Graces"[289]
[XXVIII].Across the Seas Again[300]
[XXIX].Teaching and the Half-Talented[309]
[XXX].The Wanderlust, and Where It Led Me[324]
[XXXI].Saint Petersburg[334]
[XXXII].Good-bye to Russia—and then?[346]
[XXXIII].The Last Years of my Professional Career[357]
[XXXIV].Coda[370]
[Index] [373]
ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
Clara Louise Kellogg Strakosch[Frontispiece]
Lydia Atwood[2]
Maternal Grandmother of Clara Louise Kellogg
Charles Atwood[4]
Maternal Grandfather of Clara Louise Kellogg
From a Daguerreotype
George Kellogg[10]
Father of Clara Louise Kellogg
From a photograph by Gurney & Son
Clara Louise Kellogg, Aged Three[12]
From a photograph by Black & Case
Clara Louise Kellogg, Aged Seven[14]
From a photograph by Black & Case
Clara Louise Kellogg as a Girl[20]
From a photograph by Sarony
Clara Louise Kellogg as a Young Lady[28]
From a photograph by Black & Case
Brignoli, 1865[42]
From a photograph by C. Silvy
James Russell Lowell, in 1861[46]
From a photograph by Brady
Charlotte Cushman, 1861[52]
From a photograph by Silabee, Case & Co.
Clara Louise Kellogg as Figlia[56]
From a photograph by Black & Case
General Horace Porter[58]
From a photograph by Pach Bros.
Muzio[66]
From a photograph by Gurney & Son
Clara Louise Kellogg as Lucia[72]
From a photograph by Elliott & Fry
Clara Louise Kellogg as Martha[74]
From a photograph by Turner
Clara Louise Kellogg as Marguerite, 1865[82]
From a photograph by Sarony
Clara Louise Kellogg as Marguerite, 1864[88]
From a silhouette by Ida Waugh
Gottschalk[106]
From a photograph by Case & Getchell
Jane Elizabeth Crosby[108]
Mother of Clara Louise Kellogg
From a tintype
General William Tecumseh Sherman, 1877[116]
From a photograph by Mora
Henry G. Stebbins[122]
From a photograph by Grillet & Co.
Adelina Patti[130]
From a photograph by Fredericks
Clara Louise Kellogg as Linda, 1868[134]
From a photograph by Stereoscopic Co.
Mr. James McHenry[138]
From a photograph by Brady
Christine Nilsson, as Queen of the Night[146]
From a photograph by Pierre Petit
Duke of Newcastle[188]
From a photograph by John Burton & Sons
Clara Louise Kellogg as Carmen[230]
From a photograph
Sir Henry Irving and Ellen Terry as the Vicarand Olivia[234]
From a photograph by Window & Grove
First Edition of the "Faust" Score, Published
in 1859 by Chousens of Paris, now in the
Boston Public Library
[240]
Newspaper Print of the Kellogg-Lucca Season[250]
Drawn by Jos. Keppler
Clara Louise Kellogg in Mignon[252]
From a photograph by Mora
Ellen Terry[284]
From a photograph by Sarony
Colonel Henry Mapleson[290]
From a photograph by Downey
Clara Louise Kellogg as Aïda[292]
From a photograph by Mora
Faust Brooch Presented to Clara LouiseKellogg[298]
Carl Strakosch[364]
From a photograph by H. W. Barnett
Letter from Edwin Booth to Clara LouiseKellogg[366]
"Elpstone," New Hartford, Connecticut[370]

Memoirs of
An American Prima Donna

CHAPTER I
MY FIRST NOTES

I was born in Sumterville, South Carolina, and had a negro mammy to take care of me, one of the real old-fashioned kind, of a type now almost gone. She used to hold me in her arms and rock me back and forth, and as she rocked she sang. I don't know the name of the song she crooned; but I still know the melody, and have an impression that the words were:

"Hey, Jim along,—Jim along Josy;
Hey, Jim along,—Jim along Joe!"

She used to sing these two lines over and over, so that I slept and waked to them. And my first musical efforts, when I was just ten months old, were to try to sing this ditty in imitation of my negro mammy.

When my mother first heard me she became apprehensive. Yet I kept at it; and by the time I was a year old I could sing it so that it was quite recognisable. I do not remember this period, of course, but my mother often told me about it later, and I am sure she was not telling a fairy story.