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At
length
Tuesday
came
,
the
last
and
most
tumultuous
day
of
the
Carnival
.
On
Tuesday
,
the
theatres
open
at
ten
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
as
Lent
begins
after
eight
at
night
.
On
Tuesday
,
all
those
who
through
want
of
money
,
time
,
or
enthusiasm
,
have
not
been
to
see
the
Carnival
before
,
mingle
in
the
gayety
,
and
contribute
to
the
noise
and
excitement
.
From
two
o'clock
till
five
Franz
and
Albert
followed
in
the
fete
,
exchanging
handfuls
of
confetti
with
the
other
carriages
and
the
pedestrians
,
who
crowded
amongst
the
horses
'
feet
and
the
carriage
wheels
without
a
single
accident
,
a
single
dispute
,
or
a
single
fight
.
The
fetes
are
veritable
pleasure
days
to
the
Italians
.
The
author
of
this
history
,
who
has
resided
five
or
six
years
in
Italy
,
does
not
recollect
to
have
ever
seen
a
ceremony
interrupted
by
one
of
those
events
so
common
in
other
countries
.
Albert
was
triumphant
in
his
harlequin
costume
.
A
knot
of
rose-colored
ribbons
fell
from
his
shoulder
almost
to
the
ground
.
In
order
that
there
might
be
no
confusion
,
Franz
wore
his
peasant
's
costume
.
As
the
day
advanced
,
the
tumult
became
greater
.
There
was
not
on
the
pavement
,
in
the
carriages
,
at
the
windows
,
a
single
tongue
that
was
silent
,
a
single
arm
that
did
not
move
.
It
was
a
human
storm
,
made
up
of
a
thunder
of
cries
,
and
a
hail
of
sweetmeats
,
flowers
,
eggs
,
oranges
,
and
nosegays
.
At
three
o'clock
the
sound
of
fireworks
,
let
off
on
the
Piazza
del
Popolo
and
the
Piazza
di
Venezia
(
heard
with
difficulty
amid
the
din
and
confusion
)
announced
that
the
races
were
about
to
begin
.
The
races
,
like
the
moccoli
,
are
one
of
the
episodes
peculiar
to
the
last
days
of
the
Carnival
.
At
the
sound
of
the
fireworks
the
carriages
instantly
broke
ranks
,
and
retired
by
the
adjacent
streets
.
All
these
evolutions
are
executed
with
an
inconceivable
address
and
marvellous
rapidity
,
without
the
police
interfering
in
the
matter
.
The
pedestrians
ranged
themselves
against
the
walls
;
then
the
trampling
of
horses
and
the
clashing
of
steel
were
heard
.
A
detachment
of
carbineers
,
fifteen
abreast
,
galloped
up
the
Corso
in
order
to
clear
it
for
the
barberi
.
When
the
detachment
arrived
at
the
Piazza
di
Venezia
,
a
second
volley
of
fireworks
was
discharged
,
to
announce
that
the
street
was
clear
.
Almost
instantly
,
in
the
midst
of
a
tremendous
and
general
outcry
,
seven
or
eight
horses
,
excited
by
the
shouts
of
three
hundred
thousand
spectators
,
passed
by
like
lightning
.
Then
the
Castle
of
Saint
Angelo
fired
three
cannon
to
indicate
that
number
three
had
won
.
Immediately
,
without
any
other
signal
,
the
carriages
moved
on
,
flowing
on
towards
the
Corso
,
down
all
the
streets
,
like
torrents
pent
up
for
a
while
,
which
again
flow
into
the
parent
river
;
and
the
immense
stream
again
continued
its
course
between
its
two
granite
banks
.
A
new
source
of
noise
and
movement
was
added
to
the
crowd
.
The
sellers
of
moccoletti
entered
on
the
scene
.
The
moccoli
,
or
moccoletti
,
are
candles
which
vary
in
size
from
the
pascal
taper
to
the
rushlight
,
and
which
give
to
each
actor
in
the
great
final
scene
of
the
Carnival
two
very
serious
problems
to
grapple
with
--
first
,
how
to
keep
his
own
moccoletto
alight
;
and
secondly
,
how
to
extinguish
the
moccoletti
of
others
.
The
moccoletto
is
like
life
:
man
has
found
but
one
means
of
transmitting
it
,
and
that
one
comes
from
God
.
But
he
has
discovered
a
thousand
means
of
taking
it
away
,
and
the
devil
has
somewhat
aided
him
.
The
moccoletto
is
kindled
by
approaching
it
to
a
light
.
But
who
can
describe
the
thousand
means
of
extinguishing
the
moccoletto
?
--
the
gigantic
bellows
,
the
monstrous
extinguishers
,
the
superhuman
fans
.
Every
one
hastened
to
purchase
moccoletti
--
Franz
and
Albert
among
the
rest
.
The
night
was
rapidly
approaching
;
and
already
,
at
the
cry
of
"
Moccoletti
!
"
repeated
by
the
shrill
voices
of
a
thousand
vendors
,
two
or
three
stars
began
to
burn
among
the
crowd
.
It
was
a
signal
.
At
the
end
of
ten
minutes
fifty
thousand
lights
glittered
,
descending
from
the
Palazzo
di
Venezia
to
the
Piazza
del
Popolo
,
and
mounting
from
the
Piazzo
del
Popolo
to
the
Palazzo
di
Venezia
.
It
seemed
like
the
fete
of
jack-o
'
-
lanterns
.
It
is
impossible
to
form
any
idea
of
it
without
having
seen
it
.
Suppose
that
all
the
stars
had
descended
from
the
sky
and
mingled
in
a
wild
dance
on
the
face
of
the
earth
;
the
whole
accompanied
by
cries
that
were
never
heard
in
any
other
part
of
the
world
.
The
facchino
follows
the
prince
,
the
Transteverin
the
citizen
,
every
one
blowing
,
extinguishing
,
relighting
.
Had
old
AEolus
appeared
at
this
moment
,
he
would
have
been
proclaimed
king
of
the
moccoli
,
and
Aquilo
the
heir-presumptive
to
the
throne
.
This
battle
of
folly
and
flame
continued
for
two
hours
;
the
Corso
was
light
as
day
;
the
features
of
the
spectators
on
the
third
and
fourth
stories
were
visible
.
Every
five
minutes
Albert
took
out
his
watch
;
at
length
it
pointed
to
seven
.
The
two
friends
were
in
the
Via
dei
Pontefici
.
Albert
sprang
out
,
bearing
his
moccoletto
in
his
hand
.
Two
or
three
masks
strove
to
knock
his
moccoletto
out
of
his
hand
;
but
Albert
,
a
first-rate
pugilist
,
sent
them
rolling
in
the
street
,
one
after
the
other
,
and
continued
his
course
towards
the
church
of
San
Giacomo
.
The
steps
were
crowded
with
masks
,
who
strove
to
snatch
each
other
's
torches
.
Franz
followed
Albert
with
his
eyes
,
and
saw
him
mount
the
first
step
.
Instantly
a
mask
,
wearing
the
well-known
costume
of
a
peasant
woman
,
snatched
his
moccoletto
from
him
without
his
offering
any
resistance
.
Franz
was
too
far
off
to
hear
what
they
said
;
but
,
without
doubt
,
nothing
hostile
passed
,
for
he
saw
Albert
disappear
arm-inarm
with
the
peasant
girl
.
He
watched
them
pass
through
the
crowd
for
some
time
,
but
at
length
he
lost
sight
of
them
in
the
Via
Macello
.
Suddenly
the
bell
that
gives
the
signal
for
the
end
of
the
carnival
sounded
,
and
at
the
same
instant
all
the
moccoletti
were
extinguished
as
if
by
enchantment
.
It
seemed
as
though
one
immense
blast
of
the
wind
had
extinguished
every
one
Franz
found
himself
in
utter
darkness
.
No
sound
was
audible
save
that
of
the
carriages
that
were
carrying
the
maskers
home
;
nothing
was
visible
save
a
few
lights
that
burnt
behind
the
windows
.
The
Carnival
was
over
.
In
his
whole
life
,
perhaps
,
Franz
had
never
before
experienced
so
sudden
an
impression
,
so
rapid
a
transition
from
gayety
to
sadness
,
as
in
this
moment
.
It
seemed
as
though
Rome
,
under
the
magic
breath
of
some
demon
of
the
night
,
had
suddenly
changed
into
a
vast
tomb
.
By
a
chance
,
which
added
yet
more
to
the
intensity
of
the
darkness
,
the
moon
,
which
was
on
the
wane
,
did
not
rise
until
eleven
o'clock
,
and
the
streets
which
the
young
man
traversed
were
plunged
in
the
deepest
obscurity
.
The
distance
was
short
,
and
at
the
end
of
ten
minutes
his
carriage
,
or
rather
the
count
's
,
stopped
before
the
Hotel
de
Londres
.
Dinner
was
waiting
,
but
as
Albert
had
told
him
that
he
should
not
return
so
soon
,
Franz
sat
down
without
him
.
Signor
Pastrini
,
who
had
been
accustomed
to
see
them
dine
together
,
inquired
into
the
cause
of
his
absence
,
but
Franz
merely
replied
that
Albert
had
received
on
the
previous
evening
an
invitation
which
he
had
accepted
.
The
sudden
extinction
of
the
moccoletti
,
the
darkness
which
had
replaced
the
light
,
and
the
silence
which
had
succeeded
the
turmoil
,
had
left
in
Franz
's
mind
a
certain
depression
which
was
not
free
from
uneasiness
.
He
therefore
dined
very
silently
,
in
spite
of
the
officious
attention
of
his
host
,
who
presented
himself
two
or
three
times
to
inquire
if
he
wanted
anything
.
Franz
resolved
to
wait
for
Albert
as
late
as
possible
.
He
ordered
the
carriage
,
therefore
,
for
eleven
o'clock
,
desiring
Signor
Pastrini
to
inform
him
the
moment
that
Albert
returned
to
the
hotel
.
At
eleven
o'clock
Albert
had
not
come
back
.
