The Sun.
London, England, 1859-10-20 00:00:00

describing it as una campayna magnifica' not only
because the dangers to which he lc id his men were
exposed were slight when comp red with the suc-
cesses he achieved, but becausr, he had not once
been obliged to utter a reproain or inflict a punish-
ment. On the Romagnoli he bestowed the highest
encomiums, and he assured tri that among all the
towns of the Romagna Raveiraa distinguished herself
by the entire absence of an spirit of eitA.,, ti.&d by
the loyalty and union which prevailed among her.
inhabitants. Iro enumerated many persons who
had rendered him particular services in 1849, and
dwelt long on the praises of a certain native o
Concacchio, named Bonnet, who had saved him from
the grasp of the Austrians at the risk of his own
life.

" But if such grateful feelings still dwelt in the
heart of Garibaldi towards the brave Romagnoli,
neither had they forgotten the man for whom they
had so readily exposed themselves to danger, and
the report of his visit to the Pineta had not failed
to animate its solitary paths. The further we ad-
vanced the more frequently were we obliged to
stop to receive the demonstrations of affection
which they offered. Wkat splendid types of manly
beauty these Romagnoli are. Strength, energy,
and loyalty speak out of every feature. Some of
them seemed mute with emotion at the sight of the
idol of their long-cherished holes, clawing cou-
vulsivtly the hero's hand, and fixing upon him a
dark deep eye, more eloquent than words.

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dame Garibaldi, a true victim of heroism and con-
jugal love, breathed her last sigh on the bosom of
her sorrowing husband.
"I pass over the joy with which the farmer
received the hero, after his ten years of difficulties
and dangers, and. will only add that in a desolate
country at the extremity of the Pineta we found a
table loaded with delicacies, but that which gave a
zest to the banquet was the heartfelt joy with
which it was offered-.
" Eighteen guests were seated at this table.
Every now and then some brave Romagnoli came
in to drink the General's health, and to recall to his
recollection some perilous escape in. which they had
shared, and thus in a little ,s;hile our room was
filled, and outside the discr appeared a mass of
heads. At this moment the engineer officer T—
in a short, but meaning speech, in which he re-
counted the chief exploits of our hero, proposed his
health, and Garibaldi, after returning his warmest
thanks, continued as followa :
" You have just recounted my history, and it is
my part to tell you how proud and happy I am
again to find myself among this brave people, of
whose courage and attachment I have experienced
so many proofs, I repeat to you that to the last
moment of my existence I shall be devoted body and
soul to my cosantry, For 14 years, without pay or re-
ward, I have served the cause of liberty in foreign
lands.ll; hat then will I not do for the land of my birthP
Events are progessing favourably, but there is still
'much to he done. The day is come when Italy is
to regain its complete independence. This time it
must be accomplished, and from the Alps to Sicily
she must be free. Providence has given us the man
we needed to reknit us together. It is round Victor
Emmanuel that we must rally to repulse the stran-
ger from our soil. We will not longer bear the
foreign yoke. Let him but retire an leave us to
enjoy our possessions in peace, and we will at once
welcome him as a friend; but so long as he desires
to subject us to his dominion, he has nothing to ex-
pect from us but the fire of our artillery. It is only
by union and force that we shall obtain our free-
dom. When we can attain strength, believe me no
one will dare to attack us. Before everything it is
imperative that we should all be soldiers. Our en-
tire nation must form one army, and if domestic
duties detain a few round the family hearth, let
them remain there like soldiers, musket or sword
in hand. 15 days are enough to make a brave
Italian a brave soldier. It is not an embroidered
uniform that his merit will consist in. Look at the
Zonaves. In their simple, easy dress, they are the
first soldiers in the world. I remember, once find-
ing myself, daring my American campaign, in the
midst of a vast plain, where neither from the in-
terior nor.from the seaports, which the enemy had
blockaded, any of our wants could be supplied.
The herds of the plain were our only resource, their
flesh was our only nourishment, and their skins
were our protection from the heat of the noonday
sun and our covering at night •, and yet I assure
you our soldiers, armed only with the musket, per-
formed prodigies of valour. We were the terror of
the Imperialists, and my few hundreds of brave
men put to rout the enemy by thousands. But we,
my friends, we want arms ; and that this want may
exist no longer I have proposed that Italy should form
a subscription to purchase a million of muskets.
Think only how many wrongs have to be redressed.
Bear in mind what a series of years has witnessed
a foreign oppression. Remember to what an
ignominious death has been condemned a Cicero
Vacch;o and his young sons, a Ugo Bassi, an
Antonio Elia. You do not, perhaps, recollect this
martyr to the cause of Italian liberty,—let me re-
late to you one trait of his heroic courage. Antonio
Ella, a native of Ancona, was a simple sailor. He
had scarcely attained his 20th year when the ship
which he navigated was captured by cue of those
Turkish galleys which then harassed the coast of
the Adriatic. The Turks manned their prize with
10 seamen and an officer, confining all the original
crew, in the ship's hold, except the young Antonio,
whom they retained on deck for their own service.
A strong sirocco came on, and the extreme obscu-
rity which accompanied it awoke in Antonio's
breast the idea of delivering himself and his com-
panions. He went to the prow, where he succeeded
in gaining possession of a hatchet. Armed with
this efficient weapon, he returned to the poop,
where he had so lately left the pirate commander.
When he arrived where he thought the officer was,
he struck at him with his hatchet, but the blow fell
van the deck. For a moment he hesitated to draw
it out, but the officer, surprised at the noise, and
suspecting something wrong, drew his yatagan and
wounded Antonio severely in the left shoulder. The
latter, seeing his blood flowing, redoubled his ef-
forts, and, launching the axe upon his adversary,
he laid him dead at his feet. Encouraged by his
success, he now turned to the crew, and, as if en-
dowed with supernatural force, he slew them all
but two or three, who, with cries of terror, leaped
overboard into the sea. This Antonio Elia, a very
lion of courage, fell before the Austrian powers in
1849, because lie would not clandestinely abandon
his wife and his children.'
" Thus interestingly, and much more than this,
the General spoke, but it would occupy too much
of my space to give more. It was not an orator
seeking to astonish his auditors by eloquent periods,
but a chief, an adored friend, in open-hearted con-
verse with his faitful adherents, awakening in them
sentiments of patriotism by the recital of acts of
heroism. But the hour of our departure was draw-
ing nigh, and we were obliged to take leave of our
kind entertainer and regain our carriages.
" We had not driven above a mile when the car-
r'age stopped before a small country church, before
which stood a priest, who, in a low and humble voice,
invited us to enter his modest chapel. Neither my
companionscoronets
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recess by the altar, where we felt certain reposed
the ashes of Anita Garibaldi. We dropped our gar-
lands and mingled our tears on the tomb, and after
a few moments of silent but intense emotion we re-
mounted our carriages and pursued our route to St.
Alberte, where we were again received with ac-
clamations of joy and delight. We were soon after-
wards met by the Marchese Rosa, who brought the
General some despatches from Bologna, and our
departure for that city was fixed for the morrow.
" Our journey thither was a series of ovations—

some almost frantic. At Lugo and Medicina these
demonstrations reached their climax. Horses were
no longer necessary. I should never got to the end
of my letter if I told half the mad pranks which
were performed around us. Suffice it to say that
amid the clanging of bells, the report of cannons,
and the blaze of illuminations, we at last reached
our house at Bologna.
" Although I have already, I fear, exhausted your
patience, I cannot close without communicating to
you a project which I hope will obtain your ap-
proval. I am about to endeavour to raise a sub-
scription in Nice and other places for the purpose
of erecting a monument over the remains of the
heroic Anita Garibaldi. Do you think you could do
anything to aid me in this in England ? if my
letter should be thought of sufficient interest to be
inserted in one of your papers, perhaps this hint