South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1915-04-09
Garibaldi, Slain
in Battle, Kindles
Italian War Spirit
BY Arthur Moore.

Now and then some incident far re-
moved from embattled armies and
searching fleets comes to pass
that has more true effect upon the
destlnies OF the struggling nations
than nave weeks of hard fighting along
the battle lines. One of these truly
tate-flled moments was the return of
young Garibaldi, dead. to Rome.
On Jan. 8, a day of gold after weeks
or sunless skies and rain, the funeral
train brought from the French hills
OF Argonne young Garibaldi. a cold
and silent corpse, yet more fiery TO
kindle mems souls than all the living
kings OF Christendom at war. because
OF what his name and the manner of
his death symbOlized to all men.
A few weeks before Prince Won
BuelOw had arrived at this same Ro-
man railroad station. an envoy from
the most powerful Of living emperors,
bearing that emperor's offer TO the
Italians. And there he had been met,
as II were, by the CapitOline Geese
Kissing TO save the honor of new
Rome.
But the wise. clear-thinking ambas-
sadOr, during the days that he had
had for his work, had most surely and
strongly moved the opinion of the
statesmen of Italy over more and
AAAOIt " the Sue OF MS heroic natlOn.
His diplomacy Of the head, of it's kind
perfect and complete each day had its
new victories for his imperial master.
German brains and ability were prog
ressing irresistibly, as such superior
intellectual qualities usually do when
not opposed by fate. The Kisses were
like tObe warmed into cheers and
warm names of good will for Prince
Won Buelow and his emperor.
But then fate slew a young man,
not over wise, not too experienced, in
the French hills Of Argonne, where he
was leading a handful of unwise
Italians to their death before German
guns. And of this dead man, bearing
q name that is one of the bugle calls
summoning humanity to fight for hu-
man freedom, fate made an ambassa-
dor to speak to Rome and TO Italy,
as no living prince, envoy of living
king, could speak.
That wise and fOrethinking dip
lomacy. so skilfully played by Prince
Won BuelOw, disappeared as the pre-
cepts of schoolmaster written on a
blackboard disappear under a few
quick strokes of a damp cloth
A Garibaldi dead, killed for the
cause of a republic st death grips with
the cOmpletest monarchism of history.
killed while leading Italians against
the soldiers Of an emperor What an
ambassador to the soul, not to the
head, of italy What a stroke of fate
against the wisdom" of the human
sOrti
On foot, behind the bier, before all
Rome. come to see, marched the
French, the British, the Russian and
the Greek ambassadors and their
staffs, Lady Rodd. the wife of the
British ambassador. herself going on
foot in the procession. The poor few
red shirts OF the last grizzled Carl
baldians who had made the meaning
OF that name in the days OF a past
generation were the diplomatic staff
Of that silent ambassador of the peO-
pie against kings. goin now so greatly
10 his rest, accomplishing SO much in
the destinies of living human beings
as he lay peaceful on his bier.
And those Romans on the streets,
in the packed square before the rail-
road station, the fighting men of Italy
in war, what a message, not to be
rubbed out, did that dead man from
the ArgOnne bring to them!
Many fateful moments have struck
since the war fell so stormily upon
the world. But even in the forefront
of battle have been few so important
and filed with true destiny as that of
the coming of the dead ambassador OF
democracy 10 Rome.