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In 1835, the last year of my stay in Rome, I became quite intimate with a comrade in the Academy named Desroziers. He was a musician and a man of distinguished and very observing mind, who would probably have gone far in his art if malarial fever had not put an end to him the following year.
M. Desroziers in a series of experiments obtained as much as 250 carcel spherical luminous value per horse-power; this characteristic is one likely to be of great value in electric lighting by incandescence of high intensity. At present only 20-candle lamps are made on the Cruto system.
Its wide-open doors gave access to the passing and repassing of a crowd of persons of all sorts. "Parbleu!" exclaimed Desroziers, "here's the very thing for us." And without explaining his words or where he was taking me, he made me follow the crowd and enter the palace.
"It is a portrait in youth of that wizened old being we have just seen dead." "Antique or not, it is a masterpiece," I said. "But how is all this beauty, or its hideous caricature, to get us to Sicily? That is the question." "I'll tell you," replied Desroziers. "I know the family of that old scarecrow.
Monsieur de Clagny took advantage of this outbreak of freedom to collect the works of Jan Diaz in a small volume printed by Desroziers at Moulins. He wrote a little notice of the author, too early snatched from the world of letters, which was amusing to those who were in the secret, but which even then had not the merit of novelty.
Two days later I began the work, and, as it suited my taste, I worked so hotly at it that by the end of three weeks the Lanty family, escorted by Desroziers, came to see my copy. The count, who seemed to me a good connoisseur, declared himself satisfied with the work and bought it. Mademoiselle Marianina, who was the heiress and favorite of her grand-uncle, was particularly delighted with it.
After one glance given to this ridiculous and lamentable exhibition, an obligatory part of all funerals, according to the etiquette of the Roman aristocracy, Desroziers exclaimed: "There's the end; now come and see the beginning."
Not replying to any of my questions, because he was arranging a dramatic effect, he took me to the Albani gallery and placed me before a statue representing Adonis stretched on a lion's skin. "What do you think of that?" he said. "What?" I replied at a first glance; "why, it is as fine as an antique." "Antique as much as I am!" replied Desroziers.
Monsieur de Clagny took advantage of this outbreak of freedom to collect the works of Jan Diaz in a small volume printed by Desroziers at Moulins. He wrote a little notice of the author, too early snatched from the world of letters, which was amusing to those who were in the secret, but which even then had not the merit of novelty.
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