The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-10-27
FIRST EDITIO N
GARIBkLOl IN FRANCE.
His Journey to Tours.
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GARIBALDI.
His Jourh ey to France.

The Echo OF October 10 has recev ed a copy OF the
following letter from Major Canzio, the son-in-aw
az thank you from the bottom Of my heart for your
last letter. The General left Caprera on the 9Th,
and arrived at st. Bonfacio in Corsica from whence
he embarked for Marseilles the rest you know. For
me- have abandoned all my affairs in Genoa, and
left my wife and children. ] have telegraphed to
Menotfl, ana informed him OF all. The General was
detained prisoner at Caprera, was stated in the
Echo the island being surrounded by three ships of
rails house; but believing that the General would
not go to France, the Italian Government removed
the surveillanee then IL was that the Republican
Government sent special invitation to the General,
which he accepted"
His Arrival In Yours.
The correspondent OF the London Telegraph writes
from Tours, october o.
This morning we had sensation Standing at
the door OF my hotel about O'Clock became aware
OF commotion unaccustomed in this peaceful
town. There were hurrying and a racing, a shout
ing, on the part of the Tourangeaux. band Of
francs -treurs passed quickly by, with bent brow
hind. Something, said is in the wind, and has
tened to join the escort We marched swiftly down
the Prefecture which have not before seen open;
indeed, from scraps OF conversation overheard, the
event seems rarely to have happened In human
memory. "7fns!" growled blouse trotting beside
me, "who ever saw the Prefecture gardens before?o
But the gates were wide enough this morning, and
rapidly we all pressed through. It was lovely
autumn Sunday. The wind was high and, as we
passed along the weedy walks, it dashed in our
faces shower of dead leaves wet with the night
berries unkempt we wound way, until
the broad white, facade of the Prefecture
shone through the trees Already on the
broad walk before its windows stood in
line the francs-tlreurs; and many townsman all
agape, was soaking his boots in the wet grass. l
stood with the rest, not knowing any more than
them what was to happen. Then suddenly, at a low
window on one side, appeared kindly face, not
older than when saw IL last five years ago, in Pail
Mall, but perhaps more gentle, more lovable than
ever 1t did not need then the shouting OF the crowd
to tell me what it that we had come out to see.
Scarcely is there child in Christendom who does
not know the face of Garibaldi. Could there have
been any doubt, the loose grey cloak and the
scarlet shirt beneath would have taken it away.
In clear sOnorOus tones and with much less accent
than had expected, the Liberstor said:-
"My children, your welcome and that of your
brothers overwhelms me- am only soldier like
yourselves. come to place myself among yon to
fight for the holy Republic ~ Then we all shouted
again. and the CT neral looked up and down the
ranks with that happy smile which belongs only to
him. NJ. CTemeuXs brown, weaZened face now
pushed up into notice. and we cheered for him also
He took the great Italian by the hand, and patted
him on the back, so to speak; but we did not pay
much attention to M. CremieuX. And at last after
lettering about a while, we went back through the
dew-laden strawberries, and left Garibad to repose
after his long travel