obtained not the protection which a Government is bound to give, and therefore were delivered from the allegiance that a subject owed to his sovereign. If the Italians have been right in their revolution, and the King of Sardinia in the assistance he has rendered them, then they must be exonerated; and if they have been in the wrong, then again they must be condemned for destroying governments so excellent, so worthy of all support, as those which they have lately overthrown."

With the entry of Victor Emanuel into Naples, Garibaldi, for the time being at least, considered his work done. What remained to be done in the field could be done as well, perhaps better, by the army of the King of Sardinia, than by the brave followers of Garibaldi. Victor Emanuel, too, had accepted the results of the voting, and formally announced the annexation of the Two Sicilies to the kingdom of Upper Italy. Garibaldi's dictatorship ceased at the moment when the King of Sardinia took upon himself the responsibilities of government. There was no room for two rulers. Garibaldi, therefore, retired from the scene. In this single act he is more truly great and noble than in any other act of his life.

When Garibaldi arrived at Caprera, he was astonished to find the appearance of the island quite changed. Instead of the stony desert he had left, he saw before him well cultivated fields and beautiful plantations, with shady groves and spacious avenues.

It looked as if a magician had been there, and struck the island with his wand, bidding nature forthwith to lavish her treasures on this chosen spot. But the general was still further surprised when, instead of his humble cottage, an elegant villa stood before him, on entering which, the mystery was soon explained; for lo on the walls of a fine large hall there hung the portrait of his friend Victor Emanuel, who had turned his absence to account in order to prepare this surprise for him. The small island of Caprera, to which Garibaldi retired, is situated on the northern coast of Sardinia, towards the eastern entrance of the Straits of Bonifacio by the side of the Ile-de-la Maddelana, and almost opposite the southern point of the Island of Corsica. It is somewhat less than six miles in length from north to south, and about two in breadth. It is very fertile in wheat, and derives its name from the number of goats which are bred there. Caprera must not be confounded with another island, called Caprara, the ancient Egilion, or Capraria, which lies to the east of Cape Corse, to the northwest of Elba, and opposite Piombino. The latter, although rather smaller than the former, is nevertheless more important from its military and maritime position, from the safe port which it has on the east, and from its town and the fort which defends it. The surface is mountainous and volcanic. Grapes are grown, and wild goats, which gave it its name, are still very numerous.

Surely we are now justified in saying, if ever Providence raised up a man for any special work, that man was Garibaldi. Great in the object he has pursued; in his unswerving purpose and determination; in his unalterable faith in the majesty of justice; in his belief that the weakest right will ultimately overcome the strongest might, when that might is supported by wrong, by fraud, by oppression; great in the simplicity of his life, and in the nobleness and sincerity of his actions; great in the fearlessness with which he has exposed himself in the thickest of the fight, achieving with his own hand prodigies of valour; and then greater still when the work was done, seeking no honour, no personal emolument, caring nothing for the glare, the show, the tinsel of success, he retires to his barn like another Cincinnatus, satisfied with the service rendered to his country. If that is not to be a hero, it is doubtful in what heroism consists. On the contrary, Garibaldi is the very type, the impersonation, the embodiment of the heroic principle. His name will live in future ages, emblazoned on the scroll on which is inscribed a Washington and a Cromwell. The slave and the oppressed, in the inspiration of his name, will learn to think of liberty; the tyrant and the usurper, to dread the vengeance of retributive justice. It is a name that gives earnest of the highest destiny of the human race; that promises a largess of good for ages of wrong. More than any name, it recognises the

nobleness in man apart from position or pretension. It heralds on to the highest virtues and the noblest principles. It says, when selfishness and deceit would obtain the mastery, when the meannesses and littlenesses of poor human nature would fain be in the ascendant-Look at Garibaldi, and learn true manship and the nobility which may encircle the brow of the lowliest of mankind.

INTERVIEW OF VICTOR EMANUEL WITH COUNT CAVOUR ON HIS DEATHBED.

HAT must indeed have been an affecting inter

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Tew when count Cavour, stricken down suddenly

in the midst of busy schemes for Italy's restoration and united elevation, lay sickening unto death; the king, whom he had served in connection with Italy, with the full tension of his physical and great mental powers, in the deepest sorrow visited his bedside. When his royal visitor approached, Cavour stretched out his hand to take that of his Majesty, and raising himself a little, turned to kiss the king's hand; but the king, whose cheeks were bathed in tears, bent over the pillow, and repeatedly kissed the face of his departing minister. A few words were exchanged between them-words of confidence and hope, and then the king, borne down with the weight of his sorrow, was forced to retire.

The last scene of all, of this mighty statesman, was witnessed by the British ambassador, Sir James Hudson, in whose arms he breathed his latest breath. He had had, at his own desire, long before his medical advisers had pronounced him in danger, the services