Litchfield enquirer., 1874-03-19
PAREPA'S MARRIED LIFE.

PAREPA'S MARRIED LIFE.
 A lady of New York, both poet and novelist, who enjoyed tine friendship oi Parepa, thus writes touching memory of her to the Chicago Times, under the nom de plume of Cameo" On her first arrival in this country, at a private enter tainment in New York, the writer said to the art1st.
 ''You are very beautiful, and remind me of my favorite Milo. I'have. copy
 of this most wonderfully lovely Venus in every room in my home that possesses sufficient interest to keep me in it an hour at time"
 ''How I should love to live in one of those roofns!" exclaimed Parepa. "My life makes an Arab of me-a female trou- badour, a singing vagabond; but when l am rich enough shall marry some good man for love, build me home, and fill my house with little children, all my own. 1 love little children. Do you know that Norma nearly breaks my heart? They tell me that I am too young to sing in Norma, that only those who have been mothers and sorrowed deeply know any thing about the wonderful opera. lean i'm aglne that IS mysterious composition to heartless, selfish women, who love no one but themselves, and to whom children are burden and torture, l do not sorrow. l have been broken-hearted, and know the wretchedness of an unhappy wife; but God is good. He permits me to for get, and feel now when am singing, as Ii there was no such thing as years, and no coldness ln age. I am wild with hope. tonight. Don't you see it in my face?''
 Perhaps you will love some American gentleman, and live with us always
 ''I don't know. My next husband must be devotee of music, and enjoy 1t as intensely as do. When man loves me truly, and is possessed of.that one sentiment in common sswith me, he may be rich or poor. a giant or a pigmy, an Apollo or Caliban, shall marry him all the same, and may be happy with him without asking where he was born."
 By and by she married and people smiled at her choice, simply because of the inequalities of their size; but re- membered what she told me when first We met, and I believed in her womanli- ness more entirely than ever She mar rled an artist, and as time proved, she married him from motives that cannot be questioned by the skeptic, in downright, unselfsh affection.
 That their personal <appearance when together was somewhat comical, she we'll knew, and laughed at it more heartily than any one else. If he did not care be- cause her unusual size made him appear smaller than he really is, neither did she feel sensitive because his little figure gave her the appearance of beautiful young giantess. One night I saw them together at the Liederkranz bail. Ever body who is familiar with the grotesoue- ness of this grand ..affair, knows that no opportunity of burlesquing notable peo- pie is permitted ::to pass without proper attention. Parepa had become Madame Rosa little while before, and many iper- sons had not yet smoothed the smile cut of their faces that the d1fference.in their height would call up.
 An immensely tall Teuton dressed him. self for the ball as a bride in white robes. lady wig, and flowers, and small lad was arrayed in the full dresssofga gentle man. The tall masked bride. led the little man about by one hand, while in the tiny husbands other hand was carried a small ladder. Now and then he wished to converse with his wife, and with pull of her hand, or snatch at her drapery. she was made to understand that an in- tervlew was desired The wife halted The ladder was placed against her breast. and the little husband ran up until his face was on level with his companions. when most social occasion occurred When the chat was over, the little man ran down, took his ladder in his hand agaln, and the pair promenaded through the academy. Carl Rosa and Parepa. his handsome bride, saw the intention of the burlesque, and whatever unpleasantness Rosa might have felt, he smiled very pleasantly about it, while his wife laugh ed like merry child, until the tears roll ed over her handsome dimpIed face. Round and round the immense ball room the great artists followed this travestie of themselves, so that no one should fail to comprehend the practical joke.
 ''It IS disrespectful, and don't like it. D said 10 her, as she came to my box.
 70, but I do," she answered. ssIt is such fun for everybody; I've got little husband no bigger than my thumb. I'll put him in pint cup, and there I'll make him drum, won't I, Carl Rosa!" and she looked so happy and childlike at him that he laughed back at her, while she sang the old fashioned nursery rhyme in the sweetest of undertones.
 Then l knew that she was thoroughly a happy wife, and satisfied with her lot.
 Madame Rosa was never jealous of oth- CT prime dome. Every one who came down upon us was more welcome to her than the last.
 "We cannot have too much music. nor too many songs," she said. 'sAn artist is an example. and everybody should be glad to hear of new one. By and by I am going to find that home that I have dreamed about, and all those children, and don't want to leave great silent space where have been so long,
 The space has been made and the si- fence has fallen, but there was never any real home for her, nor any little children. Alas! poor Carl Rosal
 When Parepa thought she should have been a mother, two years since, she went to England that the child's birthplace might be the same as her own. By and by she came back to us sorrowfully, and left the little hope buried in a tiny coffin. She sang again, and her voice was richer. sweeter, and tenderer, but something had gone out of her face, something of care Iessness for the present-a something of hope for the future, but her song had an added pathos, and there was less laughter where she went.
 By and by the renewed hope of becom- ing a mother brought her back from Egypt to her native country. Her physi- clan had endeavored to hinder her expec- tation from reaching too far into plans in the future; but she refused to think of B childless home, for child all her own was her dream of happiness.
 In heaven we hope her dream is beau- tiful realization, for the dead mother lies with her dead babe clasped close to her bosom, and we are all very sorrowful.
 The Supreme Court of North Carolina afirms formally that the old state law, permitting husband to chastlse his wife with switch no bigger than his thumb,