Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1855-12-28

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near his easel, thus commenced
In Ripetta street rises a house,
whose balcony is remarked as soon
as you enter the city by the Popolo
gate. There resides the strangest
and most whimsical parsonage III
Rome an old bachelor, hunted
down by all the miseries of life, VAN
as a peacock, misery us a Jew. CIV
ing himself the airs OF a young
man, as daudfed as a duke, and
what is worse, in love ; physically
a vine stalk in a Spanish doublet,
with a faded wig, plumed hat,
gauntlet gloves, and rapier.'
Halt there = exclaimed Salvador;
and turning over the canvas on
which he was working, he took a
peice of chalk and skelched III two
or three lines the profile of the per-
sonage that he had seen before An
tonio's picture.
BY all the saints, exclaimed An-
tonic, without being able, in spite
of his sorrow, to refrain from laugh
ing, that is truly the mau, Signor
Pasqlale Capuzzi
Well, them continued Salvador,
since already know your rival,
go on
Signor Pasquale Capuzzi, said
Antonio, is as rich as he is miSerly
an1 pfetentous. There is nothing
good in him except his passion for
the arts, above all, music and paint
ing !; but he spoils tins taste by so
deplorable a mania, that even on
this side his heart aud his purse are
inaccessible Add to this, that he
believes himself The best composer
in tine world and singer, the like OF
whom the pope's chapel does not
possess. He alSo calls our old
Frescobaldi Il novice; and when
Rome is in ecsiacies at Ceccarelli'S
concerts, Pasqnale says that he sings
like postll,ou's boots but as the
celebrated Ceccarelli, de Meranla,
our Capuzzl. to show his contempt,
calls himself, pompousIy, Signor
Pasquale Capuzzl de Senigaglla !;
that is the name of The village
where, II is said his mother brought
him INTO the world before his time,
being seized with a sudden fright
at The SIGHT of monstrous fish.
In his youth, Capuzzl produced
on the Stage an opera, which was
pitiles>ly Kissed aud, far from be-
iug cured by this fall, of The desire
TO pain the ears of others, he dared
20 say of Francesca Cavalli, The
celebrated author of the Marriage
ot Thetls aud pelee, that this chap
el master had borrowed some of his
Sublimest melodies from hun He
has, in addition to ,his, amania for
singing, and accompanies himself
on a miserable guitar, which is
dragged everywhere after him by
an ugly dwarf, whom he makes his
Ply 'adeS, and who is known by all
Rome under the name of Pitichin-
acclo. 10 these two personages is
harnessed that wicked doctor Pyra-
md, who brays like lost donkey
all the time imagining that he pos
eaesaa 49, -.
Mar,ineli These three demons
perch themselves every evening on
the balcony in Ripetta street, to the
great annoyance of the neighbour
hood.
My father formerly had free ac-
cess to this mailman, whose wig
and beard he adjusted. After his
death, inherited his practice, and
Capuzzi was at first charmed with
my visits, for knew how, better
than any one else, to give an unique
turn of coquetry to his moustache,
and | had, above all, the clvility TO
receive, whilst bowlng to the ground
SO trItllng salary, that an appren-
tee would not have accepted 1t 1t
is true that master Capuzzl thought
20 do things literally by splitting my
ears every night with a new AR of
his own composition, That was
the comedy here is the drama:
'Oue day when | reached my
pallent's house, door opens, aud
find myself in the presence of an
angel yes, an angel ii was my
Magdalen. | stopped i'll my en-
barrassment, trembling with emo
ton; love had entered my heart at
first sight The old man Capuzzi.
gratitied at my surprise, said to me
smilnngly, that this beautiful girl
was his niece, that she was called
Mariana, and that the poor orphan
had no one in the world TO depend
upon except himself. From that
day, Capuzzl's house became a par
adlse for me but | sought in vain,
all means, all opportunities to meet
Mariana alone. An evil genius
prevented 1t some fugitive chances,
some hidden slgns were the only
proofs that made me hope that i
should be loved. The old MONKEY
undoubtedly preceived this, for he
pretty clearly gave me to understand
that 1t was not TO his taste. dared
to throw myself at his feet and con
TESS my love to him. His answer
was a burst of laughter, and he
scornfully told me to go back to my
barber's shop.
Ia the delirium of my despair,
proclaimed that was not vile
reaper of chlns, that had studied
surgery with success, and that in
painting followed The style of An