Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1853-11-02
KOssutla and MazZini.

In the Saturday Evening Post we find
gracefully written letter from GRACE
GREENWOOD, in which she describes her
impression on seeing Kossuth and MAJ
zini.
Since | have come into town | have
seen-l cannot say but for the last time
-Kossuth and Mazzini. Isaw the for
mer at his house in st. Johns Wood, a
cottage buried in deep foliage, a quiet,
lonely, shadowy retreat, most POLITICALLY
fitted for the tarrying place of the ex-
lie, waiting and working for a better
day. He looks in frmer health than
when with us, and bears up gallantly
under disappointment, detraction, the
calumny of foes, the desertion of sum-
mer friends, and the "reminiscences of
hope deferred.
Again felt my whole nature bend be-
fore the simple, unconscious, yet almost
superhuman powers of his presence
AS | saw his deep blue eyes the unwas-
ted fire of his long baffled purpose, as
heard again this wonderful voice, with
all its profound and melancholy sweet
ness, and its strange prophet-like tones,
which seemed TO be calling down to us
from better and a nobler age to come,
when saw in all his presence the
transfguring splendor of his heroic en-
thusaSm, | felt the early hero-ship beat
ing full and fast at my heart, flushing
and paling my cheek, shaking my voice
and dimming my eyes. / can truly say
that never when have seen him in my
own country, surrounded by eager
crowds, followed and feted, stormed up
on by adulation, and besieged by fatter-
ers, borne in triumphal car through
shouting thousands, or swaying the null
titude by the magnetic power of bis ell
oquence, have | felt for him a heartier
sympathy, more wondering admiration,
more profound reverence, then when,
on this last visit, saw him thus in his
humble cottage home.
The children of Kossuth are of re-
narkable beauty and intelligence, but
rather delicate in appearance.
MaZzini does not seem to be dismsy-
ed by the unhappy termination of the
eaeute at Milan, though he is, of course
deeply grieved at the fate of the unsuc-
cessful revolutionists. However, indif-
ferent or hopeless you may be on the
question Of Italian freedom, | would de-
fly you to resist long the kindling and
convincing influence Of Mazziui's elo-
quent talk. You would, ere you were
aware, find yourself reused, strength
ened, borne on, by the devotion, the en-
ergy, the passionate earnestncss, the
grandly uttered aspiration of his great,
courageous heart.
Mazzini is man who would seem to
stand apart anu alone, though surged a.
bout by a vast crowd. His is a face tc
strike upon you out of sea of heads.
There is a wonderful out-looking O.
power from his dark eyes. You do not
see in them the dispairing Incidence, the
slumbrous passion of most Italian eyes
neither fierce, nor wild, nor dreamy
they reveal as words could never speak
the terrible and glorious theme on which
the life is staked, to which the soul is
stretched which has to do with the
fate of races and kingdoms, and is heav-
ing at the foundations of the oldest des.
sotisms of Europe. 1t is strange and
grand thought that from two simple
homes in the suburbs of London, is 60
ing forth subtle, resistless element,
which sends the thrills of hope through
the else despairing hearts of freedom 3
sons, and shiveriugs Of dread and sus-
picion through the hearts of all kingly
prlestly oppressors the world over
Thank God for the token! When tw 0
men, without birth, or fortune, or ar
mics, can make their names an omni.
present fear and horror to tyrants, Their
tyranny's day of doom is not FAR dis
tant.