and by their misrepresentations and insidious suggestions at last entirely to cloud his mind.  I believe he really thinks now the Progress movement tends to anarchy, blood, and all that looked worst in the first French revolution.  However that may be, I cannot forgive him some of the circumstances of this flight.  To fly to Naples; to throw himself in the arms of the bombarding monarch, blessing him and thanking his soldiery for preserving that part of Italy from anarchy; to protest that all his promises at Rome were null and void, when he thought himself in safety to choose a commission for governing in his absence, composed of men of princely blood, but as to character so null that everybody laughed, and said he chose those who could best be spared if they were killed; (but they all ran away directly;) when Rome was thus left without any government, to refuse to see any deputation, even the Senator of Rome, whom he had so gladly sanctioned,—­these are the acts either of a fool or a foe.  They are not his acts, to be sure, but he is responsible; he lets them stand as such in the face of the world, and weeps and prays for their success.

No more of him!  His day is over.  He has been made, it seems unconsciously, an instrument of good his regrets cannot destroy.  Nor can he be made so important an instrument of ill.  These acts have not had the effect the foes of freedom hoped.  Rome remained quite cool and composed; all felt that they had not demanded more than was their duty to demand, and were willing to accept what might follow.  In a few days all began to say:  “Well, who would have thought it?  The Pope, the Cardinals, the Princes are gone, and Rome is perfectly tranquil, and one does not miss anything, except that there are not so many rich carriages and liveries.”

The Pope may regret too late that he ever gave the people a chance to make this reflection.  Yet the best fruits of the movement may not ripen for a long time.  It is a movement which requires radical measures, clear-sighted, resolute men:  these last, as yet, do not show themselves in Rome.  The new Tuscan ministry has three men of superior force in various ways,—­Montanelli, Guerazzi, D’Aguila; such are not as yet to be found in Rome.

But should she fall this time,—­and she must either advance with decision and force, or fall, since to stand still is impossible,—­the people have learned much; ignorance and servility of thought are lessened,—­the way is paving for final triumph.

And my country, what does she?  You have chosen a new President from a Slave State, representative of the Mexican war.  But he seems to be honest, a man that can be esteemed, and is one really known to the people, which is a step upward, after having sunk last time to choosing a mere tool of party.