The Cairo daily bulletin., 1872-06-30
MAZZINrS LAST DAYS.

When I first saw Mazzini it was 10 his
little room at Brompton, where he was
surrounded by every sign Of property.
He had means, but he never spent them
himself. Even while was there poor
Russian came, and Mazzini freely gave
him money. His hair was gray, his face
thin and pale; the lower part Of the face
indicated suffering, but the high brow was
serence. His eyes, the most remarkable l
have ever seen, were radiant with every
variety Of feeling, now expressive Of
emotion, now brimming with humor. He
laughed through his eyes only. He had .
noble mien. He was frank this conspira-
tor, and child.like in simplicity. He kept
near him large map Of Europe, which was
dotted oil over with marks--ah what
earthly stars Of hope did they stand to his
eyei He conversed about the events Of
the time In every country, from the re-
motest east to the far west, with famili-
arity which was astonishing, but at the
same timo he held in his hands with equal
ease all tho threads Of his wide personal
relationship; RENE nbered children's
names or ages, and never forgot the poor.
est or obscurest. / remember once hav-
ing Q discussion with him on some philo.
sophical subject. The next day he went 70
Switzerland, and was absent for q year
and half. On his return met him at q
friends house, and he began the same dis.
cussion at the precise point where it was
broken of. "You were saying, etc." As
Mazzini's body grew thinner and weaker,
his mind seemed 10 be renewed, day by
day, and the last expressions which /
heard from him seemed to be the finest.
At the very hour Of his death an article
from his pen-written while he was in
bed with deaths hand upon him-appeared
in tho Rome of the People, 1t was Sc
we're criticism on Renan, and certainly a.
brilliant paper as he ever penned.
1t must have been from the writing Of
that sparkling paper, in which the failure
of no fbre of force can be detected, that
Mizzini turned to write the last letter
which his friends ever received from him
1t was written on March 4, and was ON.
inously sad. He alluded to the death Of
old friends in England-that of Mr.. Stan
fields father and Of Prof. Cssey-and alsc
to have met an old patriot with whom ht
had worked in early years, but whose
mind he now found wreck. These events
he seemed to feel deeply, as the falling
away Of old comrades who beckoned him
to follow. He then alluded to the bright
est Of all the CLEANS, perhaps, that hsd
fallen upon his life-A large
meeting OF Italians, to the numbe,
Of two thousand, which had
met and unanimously adopted the Mazzin.
ist programme for Italy, and declared him
their leader. The tidings Of this meeting
reached him while he was feeling thai
trouble IN the chest and throat which
ultimately caused his death. Concerning
this grand meeting he writes, in the letter
Of March 4: "Only think rather sadly
that all this comes too late for the helr
which feol might have given. Whai
can / do now except writing q few
articles-weak, shattered, breathless a.
am-nominis umbra?" Nevertheless
have little doubt that it was through Q las
desperate effort to respond to that noble
call Of the italian meeting that he ros,
from his sick.bed in Lugano and made hi.
way to Pisa, there to die-[M. D. Conway
in Harper's Magazine for July.