Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1866-11-15
Horrible Life in a Palace.

IParis Correspondents Of the New Orleans Pic
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They bore a coffin from the Tuileries
t'Othel Jay. Are you not disposed to envy
,he life Of a man whose home was that
Aalace? He was cousin OF the French
Emperor. Would you not like TO be the
cousin of the French Emperor? He was
the first Chamberlin and Superintendent
of the Imperial Theaters. Wouldn't you
give all the world TO be present at all the
ceremonies of the Imperial Court, 10 nave
the distribution of the tickets TO them, and
TO be the mortal whose very sight wreathes
in smiles the faces of haughtiest stage
beauties, and whose draughts on their heart
they dare not protest? Indeed you would.
He mad seventeen grand crosses of the high
est, selectest orders In Europe. Don't you
envy him. Good reader, envy no man.
| have seen many spoiled child of for
tune in his dressing gown. have never
seen OneI would have changed places with.
Certainly Count Baceiochi seemed dandled
by fortune, tenderly as she ever dandles
any one. He was born in the gilded cradle,
and he trod life on carpet OF roses; Dut
he was the victim of disease, which tortur-
ed him. with barbarous cruelty. 1t was
one of tn Sc nervCus dsGaies beyond the
reacn OF medical science. Hecould not re-
main still either in chair or In bed
without suffering the acutest pain. The
nerves of motion were affected. lie trans
acted business on foot; he dictated letters
and lists of invitation as he paced bis Office.
He listened to the performance of operas
In his latticed box, which had no seat in IL,
and was covered with athick csrpet that
he might walk during the whole perform
ance. He saw ballets danced from the slips
Ofthe stage. Often he would take the dullest
books Issued from the press, have candles
lighted in broad daylight, and read
the stupid work until he caught its heavi-
ness and was composed 10 sleep. Some
times sleep would not come even when so
summoned; then he would walk until it did
come he would walk until he had so ex-
hausted the body that the nerves were in
sensible to pain, and sleep would become
necessary to life. On one occasion he
walked without intermission for thirty-six
hours, trying to subdue pain by fatigue.
The soles of his feet were red, as II they
had been boiled and blood had been forced
through all t cir pores. The Emperor
gave him rooms adjoining, one Of the larg-
est passages Of the Tnileries, and had it
covered with thick Aubusson carpet,
thai the poor patient might enjoy his pain
full round with least pain, He died OF sheer
exhaustion from want of sleep. Shortly
before he died he murmured, 'Norine!
Norine !" repeatedly. "What is that? Do
Won want anything?" asked one of the per-
sons present. 'TDon'tquestion me" replied
the last dying man.
Norine was little shop girl Of Leghorn,
his first love; she is now an old wrinkled
shop-keeper Of that city, and has quite
large family. The dying man. though he
had lived in palaces amid the rank and
beauty of Europe, was familiar with the
prettest women behind the footlights,
thought of none of the pageantry and pomp
ties. All his last thoughts belonged to the
humble maiden whose eye had returned his
glance, and whose lip had first breathed
love into his ear. This was the oasis OF
life's desert-the rest was all sand.