The Sweetwater enterprise. (Sweetwater, Tenn.) 1869-187?, 1872-01-11
From the New York Worll.
ANGELS OF THE STAGE.
Confessions of q Theator- Going
SpOOney.

that the COMPOUNDED donkey loved her
too exclusively; whereas, if we are the
whole-souled fellows that think we are,
We loved Scott-Siddons, Parcpa Rosa,
Lydia Thompson, the Majilton and
Lucille Weston with an equal and en-
during passion far above bouquets and
brayas, Indeed, such is the liberality
strength of this generous passion of ours,
that | dare say it could find something
in n Markham and Il Harlaud to admire,
if any one would convince us it were
worth tie trouble; and that it has been
to somebody current literature too well
a%ttasts.
1 think my hearts idol was Jenny
Lind or Fanny Ellslor. OF course nobody
thinks now that Jenny Lind was trans-
candently beautiful. But everybody did
once, and I among them, Then l gave
my souls abortion to Alboni and Grisi,
and mooncd for three weeks over Fanny
Eemble, and took to miniatures of Ber-
tucca-alas for youthful %fcrvor, l have
seen her this season playing the harp in
Maretzek's orchestra, with q plantive
practicability, as if it were possible to
call her Orpheus out of his comfortable
box and away from his new Morse love,
back to the golden time again.
But it isn't. l wouldn't go.
Then / think l had Lizzie Weston's
name pricked in my arm, and took to
Burton's strongly. All, there was yolup-
]tuousness. She unrobed herself like
another Phryne before the newspaper
judges at the Fifth Avenue last season.
1t was the necessity of burlesque, We
were all there. But our passions had
cooled. YoluptuousneSs had grown to a
magnificance that could not be measured
by admiration.
Then l gave myself to Lucille Weston.
Dreaming ON Tuesdays, Fridays and
Sundays Of her rich, dark beauty and
Hebean form and recalling the tones Of
her voice, which were almost us dear 10
nae then as the old oxen bucket that
hung in the well, and what is more were
suggestive II it.
Alter that | loved Agnes Ethel, pas
sionately, madly, for fourteen days, She
always seemed to ne when she was Oh
the stage land l never saw her off it,and
don't want toy rs il she Wanted to be IN
angel, and hadn't taken chloroiorm to
accomplish her purpose. l ALWAYS felt,
too, that It would be wise ior me to try
and convince her that she was an angel
already, and | never did. But It was that
dreamy, ethereal sweetness that took me
captive. 1t was the tenderest passion Of
them al, and must have given II plain
tive key to my whole after life. At the
end Of fourteen days the rosy dream
faded Then Lolita cune along and cast
her circcan spell over me. l was her will
ling slave for two weeks and u hall. All
the richest treasures Of my heart and
imagination were heaped at hcr feet. OF
course she never knew it. Why, / even
told myself that my eternal happiness
depended on my having just such II kit
ten for my household pet. Igot Lumley
to go and sketch her upper lip, which is
the cltteist thing Of the kind | ever saw.
1 and an old gentleman by The name Of
Clapp were rivals. We went night after
night and glared at each other, but | had
the best Of him, for | loved Parepu-Rosa
and Boniianti, and Aimee at the same
time, and lie didn't. No one knows
how sweet the communion Of souls ut
the Academy when Parepa and l net
she i'll short dresses on the stage, and
Ilnog in my regular box.
Such is the bliss of a pure love.
Another popularity of it is that it isn't
selfish. l rather wanted the whole
world to love her, and that led toLan alb
surd remark of II friend OF mine, who
had II mean spirit and admired chorus
signer, that il Parepa were a maid OF
sixteen summers, and promise never to
appear in Martha or the Daughter Of the
Regiment, he would be willing to mar,
~ her voice.
Whats an impossible, not to say absurd.
idea.
1 don't see how any one can help low
ing Parepa.
Somboly once said there were corn
and wine and oil in Alboni's face, but
that old love Of mine never shone with
such a vital but placid gladness and
w~holesomeness as does Euphrosyne.
OF course l don't expect the young men
to take the horses out of her carriage
when she comes here, for l know thai
our young men are not robust, nor vel
steal her slipper AS the wild young no.
blemen did when Sontag came there)
and drink her health out of it, for ]
know that u young men drink moder
ately. These things are not to be
thought of now. But if they could sec
her at the table, unconsciously showing
the hoydenish spirit Of Il schoolgirl anG
the quick finesse of IL statesman, q wo.
man Of magnificent physical health and
extraordinary practical sense, with the
clear sparkling eye and ruddy complex.
ion of youth, and tho voice of Il choir
they must say with me: Here is a stage
beauty of no ordinary mold. You may
not know it, but Parepa Rosa is the on
ly artist who has sung here since Jenny
Lind, wko possesses the same respiratory
power.
Ii beauty grows from organic health
you can see how much Of it there SHOULD
be here.
1 never encounter that old story abour
the deleteriOus influence of the stage
how it uudermines the health and NOR
ais, but [ think with q certain degree
OF pride OF ~Parepa-Rosa and Nilsson.
two of its sturdiest ornaments, women
who do more actual hard work than ma