The Sun.
London, England, 1860-09-04 00:00:00

THE SUN, LONDON TUESDAY EVENING, SEPTEMBER 4, 1860

and Pezzo are three long straggling villages along

he seashore, extending backwards over the first low

heights. Behind them rises a mountain spur full
of gardens. These circumstances were taken advan-
tage of to approach without being perceived, while
the column which marched on the road along the sea-

shore occupied the attention of the enemy. In order to

make matters more secure, the Genoese Carabineers

and two companies of riflemen were sent on to take
up a position which should command the line of re-
treat, All these preparations being completed, the
force advanced on all sides, but without firing took

up a position at musket shot from the enemy. The
latter opened out with his four guns as well as
with musketry. No answer from our side ; Gari-
baldi had expressly forbidden it. Defeat was not
enough ; the object was surrender. The Neapoli-
tans could indulge in no illusions; they were sur-

rounded on all sides and had the sea behind them.

They seemed not to see this in the beginning,
for a parlernentaire of ours, who was sent with a
white flag, received a bullet through his head.
About 2 p.m., however, the whole truth of their
position seemed to dawn upon them, a thing to
which the passive attitude on our side contributed
not a little. A parlementaire came over, and his
first demand was an armistice, with the naive ob-
servation that they were expecting instructions
from Gen. Viale. The 9nswer was that they were
expecting in vain, as this latter gentleman had re-
traced his steps from Bagnara towards Monteleone ;
that, besides, there had been already sufficient time
to make up their mind, and that if they did not
surrender at discretion by half-past 3, they would
be attacked and driven into the sea. The delay was
granted, because some more troops and guns, under
Bixio, were expected. At the return of the park-
mentaire great movement was perceptible—soldiers
and officers mixed up gesticulating and talking to-
gether. Although this lasted some time after the
hour for surrender had passed, Garibaldi waited
until about 5 p.m., when all at once shouts arose of
" Viva Garibaldi !" " Viva l'ltalia !" The park-
nzentaire came to accept the condition of surrender.
Garibaldi himself went down among the Neapoli-
tans, and was almost torn to pieces by hugging and
embracing; soldier and officer, together with Gen.
Briganti, fraternised. It was, above all, when the
Neapolitan soldiers were told that those who wished
could go home that the burst of joy was greatest.
They left their arms and went off in troops, The
Carabineers and Riflemen on the line of retreat, not
knowing what had passed, fired into the first troop,
but orders soon set matters right, and the flying
column was by nightfall dispersed in all directions,
leaving about 2,000 stand of arms, 4 field pieces,
and 10 heavy guns in the fort. But more than all
this is the moral effect of this surrender, and of the
2,000 soldiers returning to their homes adoring
Garibaldi, besides the position we have gained in
the Straits. Indeed, the news has already come in
that both the Forte di Fiumara and Scylla have
been given up to us.
Thus we shall probably find no resistance till we
go to Monteleone, if even there. The surrender yes-
terday showed the spirit of the Neapolitan army in
a new light. It was, as nearly as possible, defection
in mass. Thus the whole country behind Calabria,
Citeriore, and Basilicata is up; they have proclaimed
the Dictatorship of Garibaldi, and have put them-
selves in communication with headquarters. Verily
it is high time that King Francis should think of
embarking.
Garibaldi has addressed the following proclama-
tion to the people of the Neapolitan Continent :
"The opposition of the strangers interested in
our humiliation and internal factions have impeded
Italy from constituting herself.
" To day, it seems, Providence has put an end to
so much misfortune. The unanimity of all the
provinces, and the victory which is smiling every-
where on the sons of liberty, are proofs that the
evil times of this land of genius draw towards their
end.
" A step still remains, and that step I don't fear.
If we compare the small means which led a handful
of brave men to these Straits with the great means
of which we can dispose now, every one can see
that enterprise is not difficult.
" But I wish, nevertheless, to avoid bloodshed
among Italians, and therefore turn to you, sons of
the Neapolitan continent.
"I have seen that you are brave, and don't wish
to see it again. Our blood we will shed together
on the corpses of the enemies of Italy, but between
us let there be peace.
" Accept that right hand -n-bich has never act-yea
a tyrants but which has been hardened in the ser-
vice of the people. I ask you to help to constitute
Italy without the loss of her sons, and with you I
will serve her or die for her.
" G. GARIBALDI."

TILE PRINCE'S VISIT TO CANADA.

(From the Special Correspondent of the Times.)
QUEBEC, AUG. 20.

His Royal Highness has at last commenced his
Canadian tour, and is now quietly—rather too
quietly for the people here perhaps—installed at
Government-house, some three miles from this
quaint old town. The landing and the whole re-
ception here was a very imposing affair, though it
scarcely equalled that of Halifax, or, if it did, the
effect was so considerably detracted from by the
heavy rain that it did not appear to do so. The
Prince is certainly not fortunate with his weather.
With the single exception of St. John's, New Bruns-
wick, he has not visited a place where the effect of
all the preparations has not been almost completely
spoilt by heavy rain. The great and naturally pic-
turesque features of the reception here were, how-
ever, fortunately such as no amount of rain could
utterly destroy, and, though certainly the deluge
which fell did no good, it on the whole did less
harm than might reasonably have been expected.
The Royal squadron did not leave Isle d'Orleans,
where they anchored on the night of the 17th, till
nearly two in the following day. The Prince cele-
brated his last night on board the Hero by inviting
all the young officers of the ship, who are his par-
ticular " chums," to dine with him. In honour of
this occasion the smoking time after dinner was
prolonged for half an hour, a privilege of which
his Royal Highness availed himself to the last
minute, puffing his cigar like a steam-engine as half-
past 9 o'clock drew near, and being the first to set
the officers an example by throwing it away when
the time expired. In conforming to the rules of
the ship as to lights and smoking his Royal High-
ness is most strict, and much to the astonishment of
the youngsters, neither breaks them himself nor
allows them to do so. The result is that he is not
only liked but respected by all the officers, though
" liked" is perhaps much too weak a term to ex-
press the feelings entertained towards him. On
board the Hero he will not alone be recollected as
the Prince of Wales, but better still as the most
good natured, frolicsome, and courteous gentleman
they have ever had in the ship.
Long before the squadron got under way on the
18th a whole fleet of river steamers came down from
Quebec, all dressed in colours and covered with fes-
tive evergreens from stem to stern. But these were
the only demonstrations ventured on, for of cheer-
ing, or, indeed, any but decorative enthusiasm,
there was none. It may have been that the weather
exercised an adverse influence in this respect, for it
was cold, raw, and very wet ; but, whatever the
reason, there was at least no doubt of the fact, and
no cheering was attempted, at any time, on the
whole passage from Isle d'Orleans to Quebec. It
was not from the want of a better example either,
that this rather cold decorum was observed, for the
Prince paid a long private visit to the Ariadne
before starting, and on leaving the ship the crew
rushed into the rigging and gave such a cheer as
only 600 bluejackets can really give. All the
Quebec steamers then followed alongside the Prince
as he returned in his barge to the Hero, but never-
theless the silence remained unbroken, and perhaps,
I suppose, as at one time at St. John, people, in
their anxiety to have a good look at him, forgot
to give the usual tokens of welcome and loyal
recognition.

At 2 o'clock the squadron got under weigh. The
Hero led, followed by the Ariadne and Flying Fish,
With the flagship, of course, went the fleet of
steamers, and, as the wind was up the river, each
was enabled to favour his Royal Highness's vessel
with such a dense, impenetrable mass of smoke as
was never seen in the St. Lawrence before. Viewed
from the deck of the Flying Fish, which, as the
last ship, was just clear of the sooty atmosphere, the