Year: 1860

rose kas we came in, and came forward
shaking hands with each of the party. as
we were introduced. He had his plain red
shirt on, precisely like fireman, md had
no mark OF authority. His munner ia, As
you know of course, very kind and of
mana without being vulgar or demagogic.
tie talked with each of us, aud talked ner-
tectly NATURALLY; no stump oratorv and no
sham. Just rs an instance of his manner.
there was one little action of his that
struck me. was seated next to him, and
MS tue head OF our party remarked that
had come all the way from Naples in or
der to see him, lie turned round and took
my hand, thanking me as if had done
him a favor. This is the way he draws
people. de talked mostly in French. for
hls English is not very good AS for what
he SAID, 1t is of no particular interest to
any one, at least, rs far as it was said to
me. Ihe others can report the converse
ton: If they think it worth while to report
what was not meant to be reported,
But this was only half the scene Ata
round table, in the middle of the room, a
party OF six or eight men were taking
dinner These were real heroes of ro-
nance Two or three had the red shirts
on; others were in civil costume; one had
dirty, faded, hussnr jacket on; one was
priest, in his black robes They were
eating and drinking, without regard to us,
and as 1t they were hungry. Especially
the priest was furnishing his dinner. He
is fine fellow, this priest, q slave to Carl
oaIdl' and glorious specimen of the
church militant. have met him several
times, rushing about the streets, with u
great black cross in his hands. He has a
strange, restless face, all passion and i'm
pulse The others were Garibaldi's IA
nous captains fine set of heads, full of
energy and action


Here was at last, then, face to face
with one of the great events of our day
1t was all perfect; there was Palermo, tho
lnsurgent Sicilinn city, with it's barricades
and its ruined streets all the marks of war.
There was that armed and howling mob in
the square below, and the music of the
national hymn, and the FIVE revolutionary
cannons. There were the guerilla cap-
tains who had risked their lives and for
tunes for something that the worst envy
could not call selfish. And there was the
great Dictator, who, when your and my
little hopes and ambitions shall have lain in
our graves few centuries with us, will
still be honored as hero, and perhaps
half worshipped-who knows!-for God.


And yet Heaven knows who he, of all
men, has been selected for immortality
|, for one, think that Cavour is much the
greater man of the two; but practically
the future Italy will probably adore Carl
oaldfs memory, and only respect Cavour's.


AS he sat there laughing and .chattcrine
and wagging his red grey beard, and
putting away at his cigar, it seemed to me
that one might feel for him all the respect
and admiration that his best friends ask,
a1sggaiGst agaai iist fate. 'i"'A enter a protest


AS we came away he shook hands with
US again, and took leave of US with the
greatest kindness. Asw we made our way
through the crowd across the square, we
stopped minute to take last look at him.
He was leaning on the railing of the bal
cony before his window quietly smoking
his cigar, and watching the restless yell
ing crowd below. lie seemed hardly to be
conscious of the noise and confusion, and
looked in his red shirt like the very es-
sence and genius ofrevolution, rs he is.
VISIT TO THE QUARTERS OF THE ROYAL


TROOPS.


Three lines of guards stand across the
streets towards the city, but passed with
out question, and so did every one so far
rs could see. hetroops were just form
ing the rappeL rs crossed the great par
ade ground, so delivered my letter to the
officer, who was already at the head of his
command, and sat down myself before the
guard house to watch the performances
The troops came ON the ground with their
music and equipments, looking as fresh
and effective rs any troops l ever saw
There seemed to be no end to the numbers.
They poured in, thousands after thousands
and packed the whole great space, do
| not think ever saw so many troops to-
gethGr before; there must have been hard
10000 on the spot, all well armed, we'll
dressed, and apparently well drilled.


AS they wcreforming around the square,
small guard came in on one side, pass
ing me, and had in charge an old gray
mustachiod Swiss, either drunk or a de-
Sertcr, or both, who seemed terribly excl
ted. and was talking in half scream. The
Major looked very grave, and disappeared
as they brought the man in, but he kept
on his screaming as they locked him up
and could distinguish an endless repiti-
tition of, ado with me what you will. Life
and death are all one now" Poor old fell
low, wonder whether they shot him.


PICTURESQUE SCENE.


1t is queer place now, this city, for
strange sights and scenes. Here was a
battalion of foreign troops quartered i'll
Franciscan monastery, and the cloisters
were all alive with busy, chattering Ger"
man soldiers. We went up the staircase
and into my friends room, n monks cell,
furnished with half-a-dozen chairs, on
which torn and dusty mattrass was laid,
table on which there were some lemons
and oranges, and u lamp. A couple of
glasses of lemonade were ordered, and we
sat down and slipped it, and smoked and
talked.


1t was a strange place for traveller to
hit on, and I must say that the general
effect was gloomy to a degree. The even
ing heavy and dull, with the clouds
hanging low on the mountains, aud as the
little wEite-washed cell got darker and
darker, and the hive of soldiers down in