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London, England, 1864-04-23 00:00:00

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LONDON, SATURDAY, APRIL 23.

Ar the moment when GARIBALDI is bidding
farewell to England we should be loth to utter
a single ill-omened word as to the suddenness
and mystery of his departure, or the disap-
pointment which he leaves behind. Enough
for the moment to record that after all the
vehement exhibitions, in Parliament and else-
where, of excessive frankness and simplicity, the
British public are left in the dark to interpret how
they may GARIBALDI'S own written declaration to
his friends that he considers himself " obliged " to
leave England. A Tory contemporary, whose
vociferous sympathy for a man who is proud
to call MAZZINI his " friend and teacher"
may be taken for what it is worth—(if we remem-
ber that not a month ago the same journal was de-
nouncing MAzzisi as a friend and instigator of
assassins)—sums up the whole misunderstanding
very fairly in a single sentence, " One word
" would be sufficient fur the purpose" (to solve the
mystery), " yet that one word is withheld." Had
GARIBALDI in his farewell address, which we publish
this morning, thought fit to state that it was purely
the state of his health that " obliged " him to re-
turn unexpectedly to Caprera, every doubt would
be silenced, every misgiving in the public mind
would be set at rest. But G•eleAtin--the soul
of truth and honour—is unable to state anything
of the kind. And thus suspicion grows by
what it feeds on, and throughout the country
there prevails an uncomfortable impression that the
ministerial apologists do protest too much. In
such a case as this it would perhaps be a little
more decent and judicious on the part of Whig
organs to spare their sneers at the sorrowful and
somewhat impatient regrets of the English
working classes, GARIBALDI'S and Irony's firm
friends in darker days when aristocratic en-
thusiasts of the eleventh hour regarded the one
as a dangerous democratic dreamer, and the
other as a revolutionary chimera.
But we hasten to turn from this untoward busi-
ness. Rather on this occasion let us congratulate
our re►ders on the magnificent welcome which all
ranks, and orders, and degrees of the most power-
fully organized society in the world, from the
highest to the lowest, from the richest to the
poorest, in this immense capital and centre of
liberty, intelligence, and enterprise, have bestowed
upon an un-crowned, untitled, honest man—" the
" noblest work of God." One need not affect to is
the dupe of all the vulgar and trivial incidents or
accessories of a inauifestation so unanimous, a sym-
pathy so prevailing and intense as that which has
disturbed and possessed the whole world of London
during the last fortnight. With all its inseparable
human taint of folly, and alloy of vanity, and dross
of spurious excitement, the Loudon welcome of
GARIBALDI has been truly national, and
SIB such, it takes rank, as Mr. GLADSTONE de-
scribed it, as an historical event. Nu doubt
the English are heartily fond of anything or any-
body to stare at and to follow. Life is tedious ;
there is a woeful sameness in "the season ;" the
round of fashion is a !monotonous and weary ser-
vitude; enior i sits behind the riders, and droops
upon the carriage cushions in Rotten-row ; any-
thing for a change, for a sensation ; an interruption !
We have had Czar NICHOLAS, the last of the
cannibals from New Zealand, To Tnexa, and
an Emperor NAPOLEON, in the life-time of a
generation, to talk about and stare at for • week
or two. We have had perhaps once or twice in
our streets and public places some nobler object
of curiosity and gossip : we have had eloquent—
too eloquent—patriots, but they represented
falling or fallen causes, and stayed too long
&menet us, and gradually sunk out of sight.
The upper ten thousand went not out to see them,
and to the uppermost five hundred they wore but
" breign refugees."
Never, we suppose, has an old, an exclusive and
• contemptuous society, isolated and entrenched
in wealth, rank, and privilege, opened its doors,
and its arms, to a man of the people and the peo-
ple's cause ; to the democracy, the Revolution, and
all other dangerous ideas and aspirations, incar-
nate, as English society, to the lonely and lowly
Liberator of Italy. How is this ? Is it coquetry,
is it trifling, is it the insatiable longing of
select idlers sick of each other and of themselves,
for a plunge into the vast unsounded ocean
of real moving life around them ; for some
contact with the rough, rude forces of thought
and action which from time to time upheave
the world ? Is it a sentimental sympathy with the
fortunes of Italy, or with the romantic daring
and marvellous feats of a brilliant soldier of
fortune, an adventurous sea captain 1 No ;
it is not by the epic legend of a life of battles and
storms, of sufferings, and achievements heroic,
that English society has been surprised into rever-
ence and shaken with emotion. Nor is it the
sweet austere melancholy of the gentle 10010,
nor the calm grandeur of the presence and bear-
ing, that has fascinated the frivolous, awed the self-
seeking and corrupt, abashed the cynical and
confounded the base of nature and of thought,
who have come face to face with GARIBALDI. It
is the living presence of a pure, high soul, un-
clouded by sordid interests and passions, possessed
by divine patent of a nobility which kings can
neither give nor take away, equal to any fate, su-
perior to any fortune, inaccessible to earthly
favours and reward,. The secret, we say, of
GARIBALUI'iS fascination ia to be found in
the serenity and simplicity of the pure soul mir-