The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1867-11-23
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on Rome 10 lcDt:
g l wish more independence Of thought +
and expression than is permitted upon tha
staff of Il newspaper. Therefore / have
projected an irregular succession Of special
letters upon alLabsorb:ng occurrences, to be
rs simplifying and vivid as I can write them, /
fresh from their fields, and to be published /
in the form of pamphlet bulletins, resembling
the present issue If l am encouraged, /
shall spare no distance nor expense to 90 in /
person to all the scenes Of interest, and re-
produce them in the dignifed, popular ltera- /
ture. My theory Of descriptive journalism 1
has always been to convey not only incidents, /
bat their impressions, as strongly as cheer /
tui, open air American mind can seize them ~ /
This style Of pamphlet viii, of course, be |
q failure, so far as the circulation Of news Is !
concerned. But Townsend has produced a |
vivid and happy picture Of Garibaidi Look /
at this:
"GARIBALDI CorrAoz, staten TsLAzD,
October, 1867
Last summer ] lived little while beside |
the Narrows on this most beautiful island. !
For neighbors | bad a colony Of italians,
chatty, cheerful, hopeful people, who spoke
scarcely Ineligible English, and these in
habited small cottages q quarter Of n mile
back from the bay, where they made a self
amusing, anomalous community, so merry
and innocent that / often wished I could be
their cO1ntryman 20 be admitted into their
circle. They drank wines imported by them
selves from ltaly-good Capri Sec, Mar5ala
and Monte Pulciano-lvcd upon bare floors
ms they had done at home, and were sur
rounded by parrots, dogs and chickens.
sometimes went over to see them, and
felt keenly the contrast of their lighthearted-
ness with the anxious, money-getting, money
talking nature of cur Americans. They
were all Republicans, and patriots to both
their native and adopted lands, and it was
among them that Garibaldi lived parts Of
years 1850, 81 and 50
He was then a banished man, freshly
snarting with wounds Of body and heart,
his wife buried In mountain grave his
children orphans across the ocean, and his
own sixteen years Of hard battle for freedom
IN both worlds hardly accounted his honor.
But he never mOurned nor despaired, and all
his record on Staten Island was Of truthful
ness, pleasantness and toll. Few knew him,
but his face was remembered still for it's
most benevolent eloquence and beauty and
the love that 1 had learned to bear him from
some knowledge Of his life made my daily
evening walk a visit to the Italian colony.
At the head Of this colony was Signor
Meucci, an elderly man of indignity and
genius. lie was an inv~ntor and manu-
tacturer and his house was the home Of the
exile, to whom his factory gave employment
The house was low frame dwelling In q
green yard, with wooded hills reaching mp
behind it. On the porch, of twiligfits when
the Italians sat smoking used to steal past,
humOring the cOnceit that ! heard the soft
voice Of the great soldier of freedom They
had letters from him often, and some of his
earlier portraits, and he always wrote to NJ
Meucci as lily dear old Boss"
Next door to the house. across a fence,
was Meyers Brewery, called now, by every
body, The Garibaldi Brewery, and in It
the guest worked even with the long and
hospitality of his friend, molding candles and
drawing wiclls, but he was never regarded as
less than an honored companion, and at noon
he knocked of work and took to reading.
The history and poetry Of his ancient land
were his relief, for he was a man Of large
bold intelligence and when the old love Of
the sea came back to him, now and then, he
shipped upon voyage, and lived close to
the face Of nature as next beloved freedoms
seemed gladden. and better that this
great man had once lived near my cottage
1t is q disheartening neiehborhood that has
never been entered by great good presence.
He made feature of all the woods and
lanes. The terry-boats to town were haunted
by him. / wondered if | should not some
time shake his hand
''At last this good time came. It came at
Brescia, when saw him in his Camp-Map
py, ehildhke veteran, whose broad shoulder
had tumbled thrones-and l walked into
the magnetism of his eve with the cold
word of my tongue of 'neighborp but the
love and dignity he looked made me quite
silent only shook his hand, and felt that
had passed the great moment of nv life "
AS to Garibaldis wife
3 la the city Of Laguna he looked up at a
window one day by chance, and met the
gaze OF young girl. 1t made him alter the
rule of his life, which was to know no wife
but Italy and no children but her sons. He
was already beloved by this brave girl; and
when he told her that his mission would not
permit the quietness of Preside life. she
answered that she could ride and fchtat his
side Therefore they wereamarried, and
woman won in Anita place in the fame of
Garihaldi."
His first sons birth is thus told
"It is sad to follow the brave devotion Of
this lion hearted wife She aimed the guns
of his vessel, stood cutlas IN hand 10 rcpol
boarders, charged with the cavalry depIOyed
with sliTmishers, rode down the enemy WIN;
lance and lasso, and, after the combat, cooked
and comforted, leading so a two-fold life.
Menotti Garibaldi her first son, was born
ut San Simon, Uruguay, on the 10th Of Sen
tember, 1910 His mother fought in an ac-
ton four days before his birth and twelve
days afterwards the party of soldiers with
whom she quartered were surprised and
nearly all slain, so that she climbed upon a
horse with her baby, and galloped into the
forest at this time Garibaldi had gone
twenty miles to find food and clothing for
the mother and child, swimming two rivers
on the way For three months this future
young invader Of the Roman territory was
carried on horseback by his father, sus-
pended in Handkerchief from GarihaldTs
neck, and kept warm with his breath Wild
as this career may have been for a woman,
it was like that Of the maids of Orleans and
Sargossa Freedoms necessities and loves
nerYed without unseXing her. All her life
long she was held in almost supersttious re-
gard.
One Of Garibaldis fights with the French
for Rome In I849, is thus sketched
"The villa stood upon borraces the lawn
before it, full Of busts, statGes, sumner
houses, hedges and elumps Of trees, was in
closed by strong walls that converged to one