New Orleans daily crescent., 1857-11-20
carnevale--A Touching Character.

garb of red or blue, or yellow cloth with
the grand Gordon Of some unknown order OF knight
fetal flowers, bright beads and tnsel ornaments Of
every description the strangely accoutred student
would sit ali day long in one particular place with his
head bent over bis book apparently wrapped in atten
middle life, bis hair and beard were grey, and his
countenance, which had evidently once been hand.
some bore traces Of long and deep suffering in the
farrows with which it was plentifully scanned. The
not fail to be increased by the inefable sorrow ex.
pressed In his face and If any interested by his
appearance inquired who he was, he probably OBJ.
tained no other answer than this 1t is Carnevae.
the hsbitues Of the library, that they thought no
further answer was necessary but if the inquirer
pursued his questions he might have heard the fol.
lowing account Of him:
BILE family in Naples. He came to Paris about the
year 1926, young handsome, and well provided with
money. With these advantages, he had no difficulty
in getting into society and was received with open
arms by his felow-conntrymen resident in the French
capital. Suddenly, however, he disappeared his
friends lost sight Of him no one knew why or
whittier he had gone, until some time afterwards it
was discovered that he had fallen passonatey in love-
and had sought solitude to enjoy undisturbed the
sweet society Of the mistress of his affections. But
his happiness of short duration; the lady died,
and her death robbed poor Carnevale not only OF all
that was dearest to him on EARTH but of his reason,
too.
When he had in some degree recovered from the
first violence Of the shock he daily to pray and
weep at her tomb. The watchman at the cemetery
noticed that at every visit he took paper folded in
the shape Of letter, from his pocket and placed it
under the stene. This was communicated to Carne
vales friends, one of whom went to the grave and
found five letters hidden there-one for each day
since her burial. The last was to this effect though
it is impossible to render in translation all the
pathetic grace Of the original italian
Is nanr Vnt1 1N NY,ofo ouopror md WIT
you know that love you. Have you forgotten me
amid the occupations Of the other land? 1t would be
unknd, very unkind, if you had But now, five days
five long days! have waited for news of you: /
cannot sleep, if close my eyes for an instant It'll
to dream of you.
g Why did you not leave me your address?
would have sent you your clothes and trinkets =
But no. do not send for them for pitys sake, leave
them with me. have arranged them on chairs, and
/ fancy you are in the next room, and that you will
soon come in and dress yourself Besides these things
which you have worn spread perfume through my
little room and so am happy when come in.
much like you so as to be able to compete with the
other-for have one already. It is in my eyes, and
it can never change. Whether shut my eyes or
open them, see you always. All, my dar-
this portrait.
Farewell, dearest Write to me tomorrow, or
to-day, if you can. If you are very busy, will not
ask you for page, or even line-ony three words.
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His friend, imagining that he was suffering from
an Elusive melancholy which every day would tend to
decrease requested the watchman to take away the
letters as Carnevale brought them but the result
was not as he anticipated. On finding that his love
did not send him any reply, Carnevae fell into
state of gloomy despair. After having written thirty
letters, he ceased his visits to the cemetery.
1t was about this time that, he walked along the
boulevards he saw great variety of brig coored
cloths displayed for sale in bridesmaids window.
He smiled at seeing them, and entering the shop,
purchased several yards Of each sort of cloth. A
week afterwards he appeared in the streets in COM
plete suit of red-hat coat, waiscoat trousers and
shoes, all red, and Of fantastic cut crowd soon
gathered around him, and he returned home with at
least five hundred idlers at his heels. The next day
he came out in yellow suit the day after in suit
of sky-blue; each day he was followed by fresh
crowd ; but ere long, the Parisians became familiar
with the eccentrcity of his attire, and none but
strangers turned to gaze at him. 1t was noticed,
however, that he varied his dress from day to day
not in any regular succession but capricously, and
as if in accordance with his frame of mind.
During the revolution of July, 1880, his strange
costume nearly proved fatal to him. AS he took no
interest in passing events never conyersng with any
one and never reading newspaper, he was perfectly
unaware Of what occurring and had no idea that
Paris was in state of revolution. On the 2Sth of
July. as he was walking along the quays, he fell in
with band of insurgents from the taubourgs, who,
not being familiar with his appearance, and being
mised by the Gordon round his neck took him for a
Seine He was fortunately recognized by a cab
driver who explained who he was and obtained his
liberation.
It was with great difficulty that Carnevale was
brought to understand that Paris was in an uproar
and that his gay habiliments had brought him into
peril of his lite; but when, the next day, he once
more put on his black clothes, he relapsed into his
former sadness. He felt his brain grow disturbed
He remembered, with painful acuteness the death of
his love; he was conscious that, day by day, his
reason was abandoning him. As soon as he found
this was the case he betook himself, of his own
accord to the hospital at Bicetre, and remained there
for some time under treatment. The physicians were
amazed to hear madman reason as calmly as he did
about his condition.
"send for my colored Clothes said he one day.
His request was complied with, and, as soon as he
had put on his red suit, he resumed his former
gaiety.
: 'It was the black Clothes" he said, 'that made
me i'll. I cannot endure black. You are all very
foolish to sacrifice to so ugly fashion. You always
when am very joyful, put on my red suit, it be.
comes me so well-and, besides, my friends know
what it means. When they see me in red, they say
"Carnevale is in very good humor to-day"
"When | am not in such good spirits, put on my
yellow suit; that looks very nice also. And when l
am little melancholy, and the sun does not shine
very brightly, put on my blue Clothes"
When he left the hospital, finding that his fortune
was somewhat diminished Carneyale determined to
add to his means by giving lessons in Italian. He
soon obtained number of pupils-for his story be-
came known, and gained him many friends. His
manner of teaching, too, was excellent he never
scolded his pupils, gave them impositions If they
knew their lessons well, he would promise to come
next time in his apple-green dress but if he were
dissatisfied with them, he would say: "Ah! | shall
be obliged to come tomorrow in my coifee-colored
suit"
Thus he rewarded and punished his pupils always;
and he could easily do it, for he had than sixty
SUITS each of color throughout all ticketed and
hung up with the greatest care, in room which he
allowed no one to enter but himself
His circle OF acquaintance, towards the end of his
life, became very large. His gentle manners and
harmless eccentricties made him welcome every
where. At the Neapolitan embassy he Il
stant and with the artstes of the Italian thea
ter he was special favorite. Though not rich his
he gave away great deal in charity. No poor Ital
ian ever applied to him in vain for assistance many
have owed success to his jealous recommendation of
them to his influential friends He delighted in being
of service.
His habits were very simple. Every morning he
rose at O'Clock from the eathen armchair in which
he slept; for he would not sleep in bed. After q
visit to the fish market to make purchases for his
friends, he would return home, and prepare with his
own hands dish of potatoes for his breakfast, His
day spent with his pupils or at the library and
ended with walk on the boulevard In walking if
he met with any one he knew, he would take his
arm, and enter into long conversation about Italy
music or some other tavorite topic; and he would
fancy that the person whom he had thus casually en-
counered was Bellini, Napoleon, Malibran, or some
equally illustrious deceased. This hauciuaton was
source of great pleasure to him; it in vain to
tell him that Napoleon, Malibran and Bellini were
dead. They are dead to you, | admit he would
answer " but not to me. | am endowed with senses
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