Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1867-11-09
A Fine Picture of earibAldi.

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that will be followed by series, if he is
encouraged He says, in a preface to
his pamphlet, "The Life and Battles Of
Garibaldi, and his march on Rome, in
1867"
g wish more independence OF thought
and expression than is permitted upon
the staff Of newspaper. Therefore !
have projected an irregular succession OF
special letters upon all-absorbing oc.
currences, to be as simplifying and vivid
as | can write them, fresh from their
fields, and to be published in the form OF
pamphlet bulletins, resembling the pre-.
sent issue. If am encouraged, | shall
spare no distance nor expense to go in
person to oil the scenes of interest, and
reproduce them in digniied, popular
literature. My theory of descriptive
journalism has always been to convey
not only incidents, but their impressions,
as strongly as a cheerful, open'air
American mind can seize them"
This style ofpamphlet WILL Of course,
be failure, so far as the circulation
of news is concerned. But Townsend
has produced vivid and happy picture
of Garibald. Look at this:
"GARIBAJDI CoTTAGE, STATEN IsLAHD,l
October, 1867.
Last summer ! lived little while
beside the Narrows on this most beauti.
ful island. For neighbors | had a colony
of Italians, chatty, cheerful, hopeful
people, who spoke scarcely Ineligible
English, and these inhabited small cot.
tages quarter of mile back from the
bay, where they made self-amusing,
anomalous community, so merry and
innocent that | often wished could be
their countryman TO be admitted into
their circle, They drank wines i'm
ported by themselves from Italy-good
Capri Sec, Marsala and Monte Pulciano
lived upon bare floors as they had
done at home, and we're surrounded by
parrots, dogs and chickens.
sometimes went over to see them,
and felt keenly the contrast of their light
heartedness with the anxious, money
getting money-talking nature of our
Americans. They we're 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 80
He was then banished man, freshly
smarting 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 truthlulness, pleasantness
and toll. Few knew him, but his face
was remembered still for its most benev-
olent eloquence and beauty, and the love
that had learned to bear him from some
knowledge of his life made my daily
evening walk visit to the Italian oaony
" AT the head Of this colony was Signor
Meucci, an elderly man of dignity and
genius. He was an inventor and manu-.
factgrer, and his house was the home Of
the exile, to whom his factory gave EN-.
ployment The house was a low frame
dwelling in green yard, with wooded
hills reaching up behind it. On the
porch, of twilights, 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
M Meucci as Ny dear old Boss"
Next do.r 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 hospitality of his friend, molding
candles and drawing wicks, but he was
never regarded as less than an hSuored |
companion, and at noon $40 knocked off |
work and tool 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, nov and then, he |
shipped upon voyage, and lived close |
to the face OF nature as next beloved to |
freedoms,
~ seemed tc be gladder and better
that this great man had once lived near
my cottage. It's dsheartening neigh.
borhood that has never been entered r. /
great good presence, He made feature
of all the woods and lanes. The Gesry.
boats to town we're haunted bY bim. |
wondered if should net 9p@etime shake |
his hand. $50"
'i.At last this good time came. 1t came |
at Bresca, when | saw him in his camp |
happy, childlike veteran, whose broad |
shoulder had tnmbled thrones-and | |
walked into the magnetism of his eye |
with the cold word on my tongue of |
'neighborP but the love and dignity he |
lQek2d made me quite silent. only |
shook his hand, and'feIt that had passed |
the great moment of my life"
As to Garibaldi's wife;
In the city Of Lagana he looked up
al wlndoW.one day by chance, aHd met
the gaze Of young girl 1t made him
alter the rule of his lie, which was to
know no wife hut 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 freside life, she answered |
that she could ride and fight at his side
Therefore they were married, and woman
won in Anita a place in the fame Of
Garibaldi."
H,s nrst sons birth is thus told:
at is sad to follow the brave devotion
of this lion hearted wife. She aimed the
guns of his vessel, stood cutlsss in hand
TO repel boarders, charged with the cav
airy, deployed with skirmishers, rode
down the enemy with lance ssd lasso,
and, aheE tie eeaoat, cooked shd com
fortsd, leading so Q two,fold life. Me-
motif GaFibaldi. her first son, was born
at San Simon, Uruguay. on the 10th of
September, 1910. His mother fought in
an action four days before his birth and
twelve days slterward the party Of sol
diers with whom she quariered were s-r,
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