Connecticut western news., 1883-04-04
A White Lily for Parepa Rosa.

The season of music was, closing. Satiated with praise, Parepa Rosa drew her fur wrap around her shoulders, and stepping from the private entrance of the "Grand'' was about to enter her car riage when "Please, mi ladi, ;" in low, pleading accents, arrested her attention. It was only the shrunken, misshapen form of little Elfn, the Italian street singer, with his old violin under his arm, but the face upturned in the gaslight, though pale and pinched, was as deli cately cut as 8 cameo, while the eager, wistful light in the great, brilliant eyes, the quiver of entreaty in the soft Italian voice held her for moment against her escorts endeavor to save her the annoy ance of hearing beggar's plea.
 "Well?" said the great singer, half impatient, yet full of pity.
 FWould mi ladi please?" in sweet broken Eng glish, and the slender brown hands of the dwarf held up 8 fragrant white lily, with crystal drop in it's golden heart.
 "Do you mean this lovely flower for me?' A passionate gesture was her an- swer Taking the flower, Parepa Rosa bent her stately head. "You heard me sing?" m yesterday I heard the voice. Oh, mi ladi, I could dier' The words came brokenly from quivering lips, passion ately ill earnest. The loud voice of the world she had just left had never shown Parepa Rosa the power of her grand voice, as she saw it now in these soft, dark eyes ahame, and in the sobbing, | broken words, ''Mi ladi, oh mi ladi-I could die"
 "Cbild," and her voice trembled, ''meet me here tomorrow at fve," and holding the lily caressinglv to her cheek she stepped into her carriage and was driven away.
 It was Parepa Rosa's last night. In 8 box near the stage sat little Elfin, like one entranced. Grandly the clear voice swelled its triumphant chords, and rang amid the arches with unearthly power and sweetness. The slight frame of the boy swayed and shook, and look so wrapt, so intense came on his face, you knew his very heart was stihed Then the wondrous voice thrilled softly, like the faint sound of bugles in the early morn; again it's sweetness stole over you like the distant chimes of ves- per bells. Encore after encore followed. The curtain rolled up for the last time, and as simply as possible the manager told the audience of the preceding nights incident, and announced that Parepa Rosa's farewell to them would be the simple ballad warbled many a bitter day through the city streets by little Elfn, the Italian musician. Long and prolonged was the applause, and al the first pause, sweeping in with royal grace, came our queen of song. At her breast was the fragrant lily. Queen, too, by right of her beautiful, unstained womanhood, as we'll as by the power of her sublime voice, she stood moment then sang clearly and softly the ballad with its refrain, of Farewell, Sweet Land" Accompanying her came the low. sweet vail of little Elfn's violin There was silence in that great house a- the close, then a shout went up tha shook the mighty pillars. A whisper being heard that Parepa Rosa meant tt educate the boy musically, the generous hearts of few had opened the gates O fortune for little Elfin. To-day he i great and famous, ''the boy violinist. and they call him to play before princes
 Parepa Rosa God called thee in tn, perfect womanhood, but thy voice live in our hearts, and at the last great da, it shall be written in shining letters ol l thy name: "Inasmuch as ye did 1t untt the least of these, ye did 1t unto Me. "- l Ma1y <. Wright, an the Detroit Ere , Press.
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