March 7th. [1859]
I, as well as the rest of the family, have followed up the
Carnival pretty faithfully, and enjoyed it as well, or rather better than could
have been expected; principally in the street, as a mere looker-on which does
not let one into the mystery of the fun and twice from a balcony, where I threw
confetti, and partly understood why the young people like it so much. Certainly,
there cannot well be a more picturesque spectacle in human life, than that stately,
palatial avenue of the Corso the more picturesque because so narrow all hung
with carpets and Gobelin tapestry, and the whole palace-heights alive with
faces; and all the capacity of the street thronged with the most fantastic
figures that either the fancies of folks alive at this day are able to contrive,
or that live traditionally from year to year. The Prince of Wales has fought manfully
through the Carnival with confetti and bouquets, and U---- received several
bouquets from him, on Saturday, as her carriage moved along.
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