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would have no other representative than their Possibly he thought, unreasonable as it illustrious countryman.

must appear to those to wbom the millions Giusti took no part in the proceedings of are ciphers and the units all, that though this short-lived convention. In a few weeks' there had been offences on both sides, yet botime, its existence and that of the provisional tween the prince who absconded unnecessarily government was terminated without a strug- from his states and his duties, and the people gle, by the spontaneous and general movement who, after a short period of confusion, unaniwhich invited the Grand Duke to return from mously and earnestly invited him back, byhis voluntary exile, and administer the con- gones might with some degree of equity be stitution which he had sworn to maintain. held bygones, and some restoration of conf

Meanwhile the history of Italy went on. dence be possible. He was wrong; he overThe sword of her independence was broken at rated, as we trust it will prove, the prudence Novara ; the heroic resistance of solitary of the Austrian cabinet ; he overrated, also, Venice, leaving to future times an invaluable as poets are apt to overrate, the generosity example and memory, could for the present of a prince. only defer the inevitable restoration of Aus He saw the Tuscan restoration, as an Engtrian dominion in Lombardy- and the French, lish poetess saw it, from the Casa Guidi ever emulous of Austrian glory beyond the windows, and as she has described it for us Alps, seized at the opportunity of restoring in the best pages of her volume under that to the peninsula the second of its curses, in title. He saw the return of the paternal reëstablishing the priestly government of ruler, who had given his subjects the voluntary Rome.

assurance, “ Before all things, I am The end of 1849 saw scarcely a trace re- Italian prince," preceded, followed, and symmaining of the hopes which made glorious the bolized, by the steady tramp of Austrian beginning of 1848

troops and the slow roll of Austrian cannon, A melancholy destiny permitted the poet through the streets of the fairest city of to survive the disappointment of all his ex- Italy. pectations as a patriot, to survive it, and no Giusti has left us no record of the feelings

He did not lose his hopes for the with which he viewed the ignominy of that better future ; but he knew that it would restoration, an ignominy gratuitously incurred come too late for him. His health had ever for himself, and inflicted on his people, by a been precarious, and the agitation, first of prince of whom better things had been hoped. hope, and then of regret over the calamities But he could have expressed no other feelings and errors which he saw, so truly, had con- than those expressed by the English poetess ; tributed to its rapid decline.

the shane, the sadness, the bitter blame of all On the last day on which his biographer alike, who by thoughtless folly, by deliberate saw him, he conversed at some length on the wickedness, or by the mere braggart hollowstate of Italy; the mistakes of the past, the ness and cowardice of weak hearts and heads, hopes of the future ; the contrast between the had falsified hopes so fair and so well founded. bright dawn of their revolution, and the darkening gloom of their present political

Bitter things I write

Because my soul is bitter for your sake, horizon; and quoting, with a sigh, the words

Oh Freedom ! Oh my Florence ! of Dante :

Yes — let the bitter lesson be taken to heart, O buon principio

even as Giusti would have wished his coonA che vil fine convien che tu caschi !

trymen, the countrymen of Dante, to take it; may God grant (he added) that at least the les- but never let our anger against those who boson may be profitable. When the time comes trayed or weakly defended the right, pervert again, I shall be here no longer ; do you and us into forgetting on which side the right lay, others, who will be here, and who have seen the or incapacitate us from doing justice to those causes that have ruined us, proclaim them aloud, whose conduct was worthy of their cause. It and avoid dissensions. Thus alone can Italy rise again, and soon.

is an old saying, “ The blood of martyrs is

the seed of the Church," and like every simiYet he thought something had been gained, lar struggle for right, the Italian struggle had for Tuscany at least. “They can hardly," its martyrs too. One died at Oporto, others said he,


from us our consti- on the battle-fields of Lombardy or Piedmont, tutional forms again.

others at Brescia, others at Rome. It seems he gave the Grand Duke credit for The winter of 1849–50, the last of Giusti'a some degree of good feeling and justice ; the life, he spent in the house of Gino Capponi, Austrians, for that degree of foresight which whose admiration for the poet was joined with would make one or both parties shrink from a paternal affection for the man; and there, setting up among an easily ruled and affection- on March 25th, 1850, he died, having for some ate people a mere despotic throne supported time calmly foreseen the end. The Austrianby foreign bayonets.

lized government of Florence offered some mean,

ever take

yet felt

however natural, opposition to the public fu- I promise which may or may not be verified. He neral with which the Florentines desired to had perfected the style of composition which honor their anti-German poet. The opposi- he may be almost said to have introduced as a tion, however, on second thoughts, was with novelty into Italy; he has a distinct place of drawn, and on April, 1850, crowds accompa- his own as a poet. He felt nost deeply and nied to the grave, on the hill of San Niniato, bitterly the social evils and political degradathe remains of the last and not the least illus- tion of his country; he did what one man could trious of the many great men who have do to expose them, with a view to their readded an accumulated glory to the city of moval. His verses will illustrate the history of Dante,

this time, while they preserve his own name We have already, to the best of our ability, and character in the memory of men. He characterized the peculiar style and manner, was not vain, but he claimed for himself, with both of thought and of expression, if these two truth, the rarest of praises for a satirist, when can ever be distinguished in a poet, of this em- he said, as he more than once did -“Credo phatically original writer. We have also point- di non aver mai derisa la virtù, ne burlati gl' cd out how close a relation his short career bore affetti gentili.” I believe that I have to the circumstances of his time, and how he never scoffed at virtue, or cast ridicule on the sought to modify those circumstances ; and we gentle affections.” A thorough reformer, and know, on the authority of his compatriots, how alive, as few others have been, to the extent potent an influence his writings exercised. of evil operated on the national character by Of the man himself we could have wished to base and oppressive institutions, he give a more living picture, but tho materials that it was little to change the institutions before us are scarcely sufficient for the pur- unless you could reform the men also. With pose. It is always pleasant, however, to feel this end he aimed at the vices of a corrupt towards those whose writings have delighted and trifling society his bitter ridicule interor instructed us, that we could have wished fused with so deep a seriousness. to have known them. The biographer has en Shaming some and stirring others, he who abled us, with the aid of the poet himself, to began as "Vox clamantis in deserto,” lived to feel this towards Giuste. Here is a descrip- hear one responsive cry in answer to his words, tion of a man worthy to be remembered : and among the names of those to whom Italy

will yet owe the renewal and recognition of All loved him who knew him. Leaving apart her bound and sleeping life, she will place few, his genius, and the admirable , sagacity and if any, above that of the author of the “ Terra steadiness of his politics, he was, in the converse dei Morti." of domestic life, of manners so gentle, and of temper so sweet and open, that it was impossible not to love him after having been even but once brought together with him. Sad, both by nature and habit, but serene and tranquil in his sad

FRIEND SORROW. ness, he had a spirit open to every noble and elevated feeling. Generally he was rather si

Do not cheat thy heart and tell her, lent ; but when, in a rare moment of gladness,

Grief will pass away he gave free course to his laughter, he enchanted

Hope for fairer times in future, you with delight. He was a worshipper of

And forget to-day.” beauty and goodness ; he adored virtue, and

Tell her, if you will, that sorrow abhorred the vices which polluted the society in

Need not come in vain ; which he was born, to such a degree that in this

Tell her that the lesson taught her horror it was that he found the will and the

Far outweighs the pain. strength to become a poet. Constant in his friendships, careless of inquiries, which affected

Cheat her not with the old comfort, only himself, kindly helpful, modest, devoid of

“ Soon she will forget” envy or jealous ambition, without false glitter or

Bitter truth, alas, but matter polish, he would have been a model of a citizen

Rather for regret ; for his private merits, even if his genius had not

Bid her not “ Seek other pleasures, raised him to the height which he attained as a

Turn to other things ;"'. poet.

Rather nurse her cagéd sorrow Such was Giuseppe Giusti, a poet, a thought

'Till the captive sings. ful patriot, a man worthy to be added to the

Rather bid her go forth bravely, long roll of great Italian names. Much of

And the stranger greet ; what lie might have done has been lost by his

Not as foe, with shield and buckler, comparatively early death; yet he can scarce

But as dear friends meet ; ly be counted among the " inheritors of un Bid her with a strong clasp hold her, fulfilled renown.”. There is nothing incom By her dusky wings ; plete in what he has left, nothing in which And she'll whisper low and gently however imperfect in itself, you recognize a Blessings that she brings.

From Household Words.


From Bentley's Miscellany. beautiful Loch Maree, studded with woodSHORT CUT ACROSS THE HIGHLANDS crowned islands a rare and striking orna

ment for a sea-loch. Here, too, was revealed OF SCOTLAND.

at full length the horned giant poak rising Monday, August 9, 1852. boldly from the water, a very fine mountain. This morning, before the door of the Gair- But, some way, when one saw the whole of loch Inn, stood a dog-cart, which was to take him, he did not seem so majestic as when his away as many of the party as could be got preëminent brow alone appeared. So I stowed into it. The party consisted of a veteran and him away in my memory as a metaphor on Right Honorable Statesman, his daughter-in- this wise : law and her sister, and in yself. He had been " As a mountain-summit afar off, dimly seen persuaded to go out on a cruise in his son's towering above his peers, is a great name in yacht. The ladies went because they "sup- the misty perspective of history. As a great posed they must,” and I went because I had mountain near at hand, which fills the view; no alternative but to go, or be left behind by and whose inagnitude, leaving nothing to the myself. We had met with nothing but in- imagination, grows familiar to our eyes, and convenient winds ever since we sailed from therefore less imposing, is a great character the dark jaws of Loch Houra. We had man- to his contemporaries." aged to beat up the ragged and picturesque This familiarity, however, did not breed in coast of Skye, by Kylaken, Port Rea, Rona, my mind contempt enough to destroy a curiand Scalpa. Here we were on the fourth day osity to know the name of my great contemwind-bound in the Gairloch, with what Hugh, porary; and so, overtaking a pretty lussie, the sailing-master, described "a nice with a great tub on her shoulder, I pointed to breeze dead against us.' We had mutinied him, and asked her what he was called. and deserted the yacht, resolving to make our “ Yes," said she. way home by terra firma as best we could. A " But what 's his name?" conveyance had boen sent on for, over night

6. Yes." this dog-cart had come, and, at the conjunc “Good gracious ! the mountain ! the ben!" ture with which my narrative opens, the driver pointing up to the very peak of it. She here was being severely reprimanded for bringing began to talk Gaelic with much volubility, at a vehicle so unfit to carry ladies. The ladies, which I shook my head, and kept on saying on the other hand, declared they were delighted ben,” and pointing at the hill-top, till she with it, and only wished it had been a com- caught my idea and said, “ Yes - Ghléach." mon farm-cart so as to be even more reduced As she had beautiful smiling eyes, and to the true adventuresque level.

seemed of an affirmative disposition, by way Fit, or unfit for ladies, it evidently contained of changing the conversation to a more familno place for me. The landlord luckily had a iar topic, I asked her if she would give me a pony. He was brought out, caparisoned in a kiss, performing that little pantomime on the bran-new saddle and bridle, and shaking a tip of my finger and pointing to her lips. very shaggy, long, blacky-brown mane. I This time, however, though she smiled yet had gone down stairs uncertain of my destiny, more pleasantly than before, showing a very and half-undecided whether to stick to the perfect range of pearly teeth, she said, “ No," yacht after all. However, there was the pony, kissing her hand very gracefully over her and I was recommended to lose no time; but shoulder, as she turned to resume her tub, canter away to Ochoashin (a distance of thirty which had been set on the wall in the stress miles), and take the mail down to Kylaken, of conversation under difficulties. where the yacht would call for me when it So I rode on, stowing away the smiling came by. My plans had been laid out for me maiden of Loch Maree and her tub in my by wiser heads the night before ; but though memory, as a pleasant recollection of a bright I did not argue about it, I entertained a mud- and simple countenance, and a happier tub est preference for a plan of my own, which than that of Dean Swift or Diogenes. had been formed upon the map during the Opposite Ghléach (which was on the other discussion of my fate. This was to go across side of the lake) I passed a showery gorge, the country in as straight a line as lakes and through which looked down two remarkable mountains would permit.

mountains shaped like tents. If any of my Away, I rode, as the first eighteen miles readers happen to go that way, they will see coincided with my own devices. «Rising from what I mean otherwise, I fear that this will the pine-clad glens of Gairloch, I came upon not give them a very clear idea - let them be fine, craggy, hill-top, scenery, among which satisfied that they reminded me strongly one giant mountain-head, rising in the dis- of tents. tance, and overlooking his fellows, arrested The long loch at last came to an end, and my attention. I cantered up, and trotted two miles more brought me to Kinlochewe down, the uneven, winding road, by woss and inn. To go on to catch the mail, I should crag and tarn, till I came in sight of the I have to ride ten miles further, and this canter

of eighteen had already rather whipped the sto mean road, for she pointed to a distant froth off my little pony. As I came to the track up the broad sloping valley. spot, I saw a steep and stony path slanting On I journeyed over the slippery steppingaway to the right up a great hill. This, it stones of the burn — along the grassy valley struck me, by my ideas gathered from the map, - very tired, and dragged in my weary might lead to Craig Inn, and so, by inquiry, shoulders by the weight of the damp plaid. I found it did.

By-and-by I took it off, and, spreading it on I now resolved to throw up the mail and the sward, laid my head on a little inound, the yacht at one double-barreled vomit, and and actually went to sleep for a few minutes trust to my legs and stick to terra firma ; for, near another cottage, where I had intended to in confidence, I was very sick in the yacht. ask for a drink of milk, but found it silent and Some porridge and cream fortified me against deserted. However, I knew that would n't the hunger and fatigue of a dozen mountain do. “ Rheumatism, you know !" whispered miles, and away I trudged in a heavy shower: I to myself, to encourage my weary bones to for I was afraid to wait, for fear the dog-cart move on. should overtake me with an ungetoverable re I topped at last the long slope of the valley, inforcement of good advice as to the really and saw below me, on the other side, a lake prudent thing to do.

at a great depth down a very steep hill. I However, I had now made up my mind to scrambled down it in a very severe shower do the really imprudent thing for onco — to found a few cottages, but nothing liko an ina leave the beaten track of convenience for the - tried two or three of them, and at last rough scrambles of romance. Warm in the found a man who had some English - entered fresh sublimity of this idea, I plodded through his house, and sat by the fire, asking him the rain, wrapped in my streaming plaid. "I questions. had unluckily taken the hill about two miles “ Had he ever been across the bills into the before the path began to slope up from the Glengary country ?": valley, and being too obstinate to come down He had, but went with other shepherds easy, I persevered, crossing an inconvenient who knew the way, and it was hard to find, number of mountain-spurs with ravines be- and easy to lose, and only here and there a tween them. In one of these, where I stopped bothy for shelter at nights. to take breath and drink, it occurred to me

- How far would it be to Glengary - forty that it might be an advantage to know how or fifty miles?” time was going in these wild places, that I “Oh! more than that,” and then he also might see when it was necessary to be in a recommended Kylaken and the mail ; but the hurry for fear of being benighted, and to mail had gone by half-an-hour ago, and would measure my pace. I had an old watch with not go again till Wednesday (the day after mo, which I carried more for the sake of the to-morrow). The inn was a mile back the luck-money attached to it, than anything other way. Here I almost repented of not else, as I had forgot to bring the effective key. riding on my other ten miles and taking the But, though the working-key was left at mail. But I said to myself, in the pride and home, there was a superannuated, worn-out obstinacy of my heart, “ Come, now, don't partner who had lost his teeth in the service be beat! don't own you were wrong to go (so that he could not bite the winch of the against the good advice of older heade ! take key-hole), but who was retained on the bunch to these wild hills and steer southward by the of supernumerary hangers-on in consideration sun.” of his being a specimen of my own gold Ay, but perhaps I shall find nothing to smithery. But now I took him off his gold eat, and starve by the way. There is a prevaring, and with a stout pebble for my hammer, lent notion that these mountains are danand a great rock for myganvil, bruised his gerous.”. mouth sınaller till he would bite – wound up “ Then carry some barley-scons with you ; the watch, and set it to the time of day I con- that and the water of the burns will keep you jectured it might be.

alive at the worst." At last I reached the path, toiled over the

“But where shall I sleep at night?" bill and down into the valley on the other “In a bothy if you can find one; if not, in side, having then come about eight miles. In the heather, and think yourself lucky if it does the valley there was a bothy, and in the bothy not rain all night like this."

woman who had no English. I said It was and had been raining violently. My “ Craig Inn ?--Craig ?"! pointing about. plaid was dripping wet, and the whole of me • No English,” shaking her head. more than damp.

Craig ! - Craig !- Craig !" very loud. Amid these reflections I reached the inn, “Oh!" said she brightening up,“ hhhrééé- which my informant in the cottage had said was a shchch," and a string of Gaelic, in which the "not a very good inn, just muddling: But word roat predominated, and that I concluded the hostess was a good woman, and lighted a


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peat fire in my garret bed-room, and gave me “ What was the name of this great mouna dry plaid to wrap myself in while I dried tain up whose knees we were climbing?" my wet clothes before the flame. She baked “Skurnachanigan— that 's the mearchant's me some broad, thick scons, and gave me some hill

. It was just two pack-men, that went good tea and good cream and a fresh egg, so wrong in the hill - they were dead when that I was deliciously comfortable. She they got them; but I'm sure that's three seemed anxious to know where I had dropped hundred years ago -two hundred whatever. from, and where I was going; I told her with And it's no a very canny thing to find a road some hesitation, fearing she would take me for the like of this when it is dark; and mist an escaped maniac, as I rather think she did is a curious thing. A man will think he at first, though I took pains to talk as cohe knows the road and he will be ten miles; and rently as possible.

many die for thinking that they know the I asked her to send up her husband to give road. But if it comes dark you will better me what information he could about the way. just sit down for a few hours. A man cannot

He seemed a respectable, intelligent man, find his way on a road the like of this when it and gave me a much more satisfactory account is dark, but a horse can. One night I was than the man in the bothy. He says it is six coming down from the gentlemen on the bill miles to Glen Iag, and six more to Monnar, with games, and it came on to rain and as black where there is a shepherd who will set me in as petch. So I took hold of the mare's tail the very step of the way to Cluny. He was and she drew me in the recht way, and she not very sure how far Cluny would be, per- drew me through the burn that was so full haps a dozen miles, or the like of that, and that nobody could pass it that night whatthen he actually mentioned a place called ever.” Tomadour, which sounded almost like being at After climbing about two miles we turned home, for it is the nearest place and a house and descended into an oral, flat-bottomed hold word to the dwellers in the happy valley valley, from which Skurnachanigan rose like of Glen Q

a wall; and indeed it was enclosed all round, Loch Cluny too I have been at some years somewhat like a theatre. ago on an expedition to drive the deer; so I “What's the name of this place ?” said I. am fairly getting into a pays de connaissance. “Oh! it's just called by à Gaelic name This sounds much less awful than taking to Neatoch. I'll no be thinking there's any the hills by myself with nothing but the sun English for it." for a guide, for the landlord will himself set Presuming that it was only that he did not me to Glen Iag the first six miles on his pony, happen to know the English word, I pressed and then I shall have only eighteen to walk him to explain. to Cluny. I have got half-a-dozen stout “Oo! it's jast suppose a doog will baark, scons and as many hard-boiled eggs and a it will give a sound.” little paper of salt for the road. So hip, hip, Having thus discovered that Neatoch meant burrah! for short-cuts and romance. Echo, I shouted lustily, and a beautiful pro

This I have written sitting in my borrowed longed answer, clear and musical, rang the plaid by the fire, and now I will to bed, for rocky walls of the glen and seemed to die I am to be called at half-past five.

away among the toppling heights. An echo

gives back only the good elements in a sound, Tuesday, 10th.

neglecting all the hoarse, discordant mixture And so my mountains, after I had made up which drops on the way, as the sand falls my mind with a great struggle to face them, short when you throw a handful of gravel. were to turn out molehills, mere bugbears Here is a simile for something - not clear which had frightened foolish tourists with an what. Shall we say the works of an author empty rumor of difficulty and danger. Per- and the response he awakes in an enlightened haps, after all, in writing the beginning of a public? Does the enlightened public select formal account overnight, I had invested my the true and clear notes in an author's mind expedition with an undeserved solemnity of to echo and to dwell upon ? Not perhaps at literary importance. And to-day would be the first, but let us hope it is so in the end. ridiculus mus of a melancholy lack of ad We now turned to the left and got out of rentures and easy travelling. Never mind. Neatoch into Glen lag. Here we found the Les aventures viennent en voyageant, Shepherd's hut, but he did not "put me into

The hostess called me at half-past five. I the very step of the way" to Monar, for it breakfasted on a basin of cream and a bit of turned out there was not a step of way at all. biscuit, having no stomach for a huge soup- He told me, however, to go up by the side of plate of porridge I had ordered overnight. a certain rushing burn, and turn to the left Soon after six I set off on the landlord's fat, when I should see a loch. This sounds well wheezy pony to ride the seven first practicable enough on paper, but climbing, say 1500 feet, miles. After that, he said, the pony could up a steep, rough gully, with no sort of path,

is serious work. It came on to rain too, and

not go.

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