Teresita, Menotti and Ricciotti.  There, also, was his old mother, who never ceased to be beautiful, the ‘Signora Rosa,’ as the Nizzards called her.  She was almost a woman of the people, but the simple dignity of her life made all treat her as a superior being.  To her prayers, while she lived, Garibaldi believed that he owed his safety in so many perils, and after her death the soldiers used to say that on the eve of battles he walked apart communing with her spirit.

From Nice, Garibaldi went to Genoa, where he took a last leave of his friend Anzani, who returned from exile not to fight, as he had hoped, but to die.  The day before he expired, Medici arrived at Genoa; he was very angry with the Chief, in consequence of some disagreement as to the place of landing.  Anzani said to him entreatingly:  ’Do not be hard, Medici, on Garibaldi; he is a predestined man:  a great part of the future of Italy is in his hands.’  The counsel from dying lips sank deep into Medici’s heart; he often disagreed with Garibaldi, but to his last day he never quarrelled with him again.  Long years after, if friction arose between Garibaldi and his King, it was Medici’s part to throw oil on the waters.

Garibaldi sought an interview with Charles Albert, and offered him his arms and the arms of his Legion, ‘not unused to war.’  Pope or prince, little it mattered to him who the saviour of Italy should be.  But Charles Albert, though he was polite, merely referred his visitor to his ministers, and the inestimable sword of the hero went begging for a month or more, till the Provisional Government of Milan gave him the command of the few thousand volunteers with whom we saw him at the conclusion of the campaign.  The war was over before he had a chance of striking a blow.  His indignant cry of defiance could not be long sustained, for Garibaldi never drove men to certain and useless slaughter; when the real position of things became known to him, he led his band over the Swiss confines, and bid them wait for a better and not distant day.

Under Manin’s wise rule, which was directed solely to the preservation of peace within the city, and resistance to the enemy at its gates, Venice remained undaunted by the catastrophes in Lombardy, after all the Venetian terra firma had been restored to Austria. (Even the heroic little mountain fort of Osopo in the Friuli was compelled to capitulate on the 12th of October.) The blockade of the city on the lagunes did not prevent Venice from acting not only on the defensive but on the offensive; in the sortie of the 27th of October, 2500 Venetians drove the Austrians from Mestre with severe losses, carrying back six captured guns, which the people dragged in triumph to the Doge’s palace.  A cabin-boy named Zorzi was borne on the shoulders of the soldiers enveloped in the Italian flag; his story was this:  the national colours, floating from the mast of the pinnace on which he served, were detached by a ball and dropped