The Vinton record. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1866-1891, 1867-12-19

told:
SIT is sad TO follow the brave
devotion of this lion-hearted
wife. She aimed the guns Of
his vessel, stood, cutlasi in hand,
to repel boOrders, charged with
the cavalry, deployed with tie
skirmishers, rode down the
enemy with lance and lasso,
and after the combat, cooked
and comforted, leading SO "a
two-fold life: Monotti Carl
baldi, her first son, was born
at San Simon, Uruguay, on the
10th Of September, 1919. His
mother fought in action four
days before his birth; aid
twelve days afterward the par.
ty Of soldiers with whom she
quartered were surprised and
nearly all slain, so that she
climbed upon horse with her
baby and galloped into the for
est. At this time Garibaldi
had gone twenty miles to find
food and clothing for the moth
er and child, swimming two
rivers on the way. For three
months this future young in.
vader Of the Roman territory
was carried on horseback by
his father, suspended in a
handkerchief from Garibaldi's
neck, and kept warm with his
breath. Wild as this career
may have been for woman;
it was like that of the Maids
of Orleans and SaragoSsa.-
Freedoms necessities and
10y e's nerved without unseXing
her. All her life long she was
held in almost superstitious
regard"
One of Garibaldi's fights with
the French for Rome in 1919,
is thus sketched:
The villa stood upon ter
races, the lawn before it, full OF
busls, statues, summer houses,
hedges and clumps oftrees, was
incIosed by strong walls that
cCnverged to one massive gate,
on which cannon and muskets
concentrated a murderous and
incessant fire. With his white
poncho and plumed hat render
ing him a target, Garibaldi lee
the Italian Legion and the
Bersaglieri at a charge through
the gateway and up the broad
walk. From every marble
enigy a deaths head aimed; the
orange trees dropped shells
every belyedere was full o
French tiraiilcurs; the grea
villa seemed a volcano, Deich
ing fire. His cloak and ha
riddled with balls, he leaped th,
terraces, waving his sword an'
cried, Surrender from thu
great stairways, and the luXur
ious saloon the reply came lili
an earthquake. He was alon
with Il handful, and the tlowe
Of Italy lay dead in the gardei
walks. Beaten back to tn
gate the trumpet sounde
again; again the lawn and tel
races were filled with deaC
The third charge saw him O.
the stairs, immortal but alone
Now the Lombard legion &C
vanccd, with Henry DandoI
at its head, to give one hour {
that blind old Doge, his ance'
tor. To the sound Of eigh
trumpets these two division
, climbed the stairs; every office
, was slain at the cannon
mouth. Thrice again the a
sault was made, against Frenc
reserves, each time 4 mare
into a vault. Now GaribalC
mounted at The head Of his lal
1 GERS, infantry behind him, Il
b.. dying in the gardens saw in Il
broad daylight his wa1in
: plume darken up the path, al
). cheered him as he gallOpe
e He spurred TO the marble stair
=. and assembled them, wheelt
d on the landing place, like {
d equestrian statuei1 apotheo5l
s and llourished his sabre.
fusilade rang out, and hor
J. and rider rceled and disappea
\ Ell. lie was up again, and {
d foot, in time to lead the infar
d ry, bayonet IN hand, they clea
s ed the long saloons, swept Il
= halls, drove the French ov
G the balustrades and out of Il
# windows, all bloody and gas
d ing while they stopped t
e breath, a French reserve flo
is ed in like a deluge; there we
;. no men left to continue the Il
Y sault. A thousand men hi
been slain outright, one hu
dred Of them officers, and
o these were the noble names
q Masino, Dandolo, DaVerio, al
O ScUriani.
hCtnr tba 1act sorIia in q