, 1866-11-26
THE MARRIAGE OF VENICE.
Grand Entreo Of tho Italian Troops.

THE MARRIAGE OF VENICE.
Grand Rnuee Of tho llalIAn Troops.
(conespondence OF the New York Trtbune.1
DEPARTURE or THE AUSTRIAN sArHAr.
From the Molo of San Marco, where the
CUTS, Portcrs and Wordens Of the Republic,
soldier In the sky-blue coat Of the Aus /
tr1an, sailed Of, On Friday, The 10Th Of Octo- !
Der, to Join ship close BY, bearing yellow |
and sable Gag. embroidered with an eagle. |
It was the last Austrian Governor Of Venice, |
the last Geasler Of his race, General Ale
mann. The quay was thronged With peo.
pie; girls, national guards, ladies, old men.
They made silent path through them to the |
waters edge, whence passed the Austrian, a
ward graccs which are learned in his mill
tary school; man who could command the |
execution Of kossuth or Garibaldl with
quiet dignity, and 50 to bed thereafter with |
ont remorse. He and his troops, who had
silently sailed away the night preceding,
were all Of the stciid graclousness which
obcys orders without passion aud executes
injustice with the department Of dancing.
master. As his gondola passed OF he raised
from the quay gave him farewell. There was
no regret in the soul Of any man or woman
thus saluting him, except the natuyal
solcmnitr Of this polite hgeakin. Of chains
and tho flush Of freedom tempered for IN In
stant with the snaden e9mpEehenslo9 Of It's
him, still waving his hand. upon the deck Of
an Austrian ship. One gun Of adien sounded
over the lagoon, and Venice contained no
soldier snye her own, no law but the free
behavior Of her people, no. .0ag ofany dcslS-
nation.
When this Austrian Governor took his
shadow from her quay, his sail from her
waters, q pause, like q sigh, like madness,
like death, cnsued: The piazza, the plaz.
zetta, the nreades, the houso-tops, wcre tliied
IN silence, like bcwiadern,ent. Not an oar
breke the water, not j cry pealcd on the
land, no bell sounded, no jeer, nor laugh,
nor tread Of feet, shook the solemn, vacant
rarse.
Suddenly, like lash Of the spectrum, u
tsicolor Gag ran up to the peak Of the Cam.
panile. A group of Men-of.war mounted
the ha1hor lighthouse. Their portfolios
grew white and thunderous. A lcld piece
In the Piazza answered them back. Those
resonances broke the e.upor Of the people.
With shok like the fallin., of the city, they
fell into each others arms.
VIVA Evv1yAt 1A yESIsE.
NO moment Of victory, no salvation from
like that ecene-fhe kissiug Of 1nea on lils
and cheeks-the clasping Of old. too:hless,
| unsteady-eyed httefs to the arms Of then
strong, weeping sons-thc lifting Of cl!l-
dren. one By one, over and over again, III
frantic succession, to the cheeks Of their
sobblng transport Of emotion, of brothers,
sisters, and mothers Of faded hairs-tLe
kneeling OF patrlarchs on the stones, I'M,
| manned, raising to the sky their pinchcd
made men By the great recognition Of
freedom-thc eesiacy Of swee.lssarts, in
whom even love was conquered By
freedom, silently, with folded hands,
| looking q: the streaming distance Of the
banner. Then, from each Of the three
| great goDfaloo stares that decorated the
| piazza, other and similar Tags SWING to the
sunshine. Like the rushing Of spirits from
the tencments, tlag fell over every portal
10 the City; 4 flag scaled the toprlost dome
huge balcony Of bunting. Every craft In
the harbor, rs II hoisting sail, ran up the
national standard. It went itlse a human
presence up the Grand Cana1. The most
plnched and .paltry cnuals we're canopitd
With It. NO hut so Poor but It showed the
y to the wind: None, but one Cardinal,
himself an Italian, but of expatriated soul,
who out Of Ills littlcuess, In satire aud rage,
rather than in Christian love, set over his
palace a tiny tri>cotor, no bigger than a
Raper ef Pnpsl MONEY 1fsfH r. M ths1e
!
over his windoE-sfl they spread the battle
standard Of the cxcommanicatcdk King, Now
the bells began to play in the inuumerable
churches Narpets and choristcEs stole lurth
and struck the notes of Garibaldi's LYNN.
The ardent thousand fell Into liuc and echoed
the tefFaln, as If the lion Of ST. Mark were
roaring tho music. Out Of the Bridge of
Slghs tho flag of emancipation f1oatcd. They
struck the bars from the Austrian dungeons,
and loosened4the bound for country's sake.
A fny I'm 1Ht1fa N1.4
breeze lifted The new aud welcome ensign.
1t tipped the Rlalto like blossoming key
stone. Through the close business thorough.
fares Of the Merceria II madc solid roof Of
green and crimson. 1t shook to the repeated
discharge Of glad cannon, and went In inter-
ninahle procession across the piazza, canlpf,
and into the dark scclusioD Of the city. AS
II !.y Its invocation, brass bands started up
to hail 1t. Their clangor WAS like the soft
ness Of song to the great turbulence OF JOY
they, soothed, No thief tn ths. city thought
Of p!under now. No nediyrc,F arose to any
mind democratic in the general Joy. And
IN the pitch OF the happiness cry nun over
the multitude, Our army is coming down
the GEaud Cana1!'
TEE NATIONAL TRoors-ESzRAScE or Tue
| NATIONAL TROOPS.
The railway depot lies at the western end
Of the Grand Canal, remote from the D3gc's
palace. Thithcs descended from the trains,
sEAt OH TIC retrcatsa:, stream OF tht au--
| sk4aAASt AuG 4a%L4c-AlAIhS0 6UlultFS Oh llG
kihs sdom., They put at their head two mill.
tary bands In gondolas. behind came the
broad form Of General Cialdiui. covered with
decorations. Then the National Guard o.
venice followed in barges. three regiments
OF infantry. .oftAe-linc, a regiment of Bcrsa
barked, with GeDcrnl Kere], tic new Goyer.
nor, at their head. To music that every cit.
izcn knew, they descended the rich arcade
OF tile canal. Flowers We're showcrcd
l M ' hh r
w''h t5raa. Every Eothlc palace smiled, ID
its antique t1acery. There were no coIoEs in
the home Of Count Chanbord, the Bourbon
hciE to the French throne, or Henry Clnq, a.
he + ca}icd; But from the homo Of the Fos.
saF's. lfom to,d byron'a lodgings, from the
the colors and welcomes fill, as from every
other carried door, upheld by smiling giant
carytidcs, carved In coats-of-artns, guarded
BY winged lions. AT the Palace Guistiniani
The American Consul uurollel the Flng oi
the American Union. General Ciatdinf arose,
ard removed his hat to 1t, rs did all his staff,
The regiments as they passed gave 1t hearty
| r5rds.
From the Rialto IN 1ged Countess descend
ed aud decorated tho hat OF General Heyel
with the battle Tag Of Venice IN the revolt
of 1s40. kept my place upon this ccleb1a-
| ted viaduct, and sawa solLie1y detilc beneath
me, With the enthusiasm Of the citizen pco.
pie: They vent like a carnival Of the past
come back after long wandering. Their lnn-
sic was mot Of victory, but Of happiness. II
WAS no national spectacle, but human an
peal, beautiful as the sky above, and worthy
OF the fame Of the ancient Republic. Al
rived at the Piazza Of St. Mark, tue soldiers
We're reviewed. When they stepped ont Of
line they were embraced BY the people. who
commended with each other for tic privilege
Of entert aiming them. The only person I
saw untouched BY this beautiful reunion was
an EngGshman, who said: ''Oh, yas! vas! /
d. say but the city will sadly miss its
| Austrian customers, Juu know"
That night nore slept, Two brass bands
on the Ducaf Square made music responsive
ly. 1t was carnival to illumlnations, rockets,
| choruscs. Every citizen carried on his breast
OF In his hat the label - Ii" for. res,'D,
which referred TO the approaching plcoiscite
Or vote, as to whether Venice should annex
herself to the Kingdom Of Italy. Tie whole
NO" This jub!lation was kept mp all Inc
week, and the Sunday succeeding, day
beautiful even in Venice, Was holy Us worshlp
In its open Thanksgiving.
THE OLD CUSTOMS or VENICE REVIVED.
While these material good things come at
once, there azs ANCIENT institutions that
come back sladow-iiRe. mirage-like. At :
O'Clock the Moorish giants In the gildcd
clock tower raise their iron maccs. As If
| out Of the Vibrations OF the bell, come an in
finite number Of pigeons. They settle under
the canpanie, aEd grave old lady walks
on. No bird Of the multitude flies away
empty on the cheer that whi-ls them up
ward. Along the mole Of the Riya deCIi
Schfavonl, the longest open promenade OF
Venice, the forbidden monntetanks nud
] story-tellers open their booths and LII their
| voices. They bosom and unbo=onl all degrees
of horror, make Inn tao.1 to rrvile the Saxon,
| uud point to Rome With m1ny IN earnest