But he was a born _frondeur_.

He edited during his latter years a newspaper at Rome, which was a thorn in the side of the authorities.

I remember his being prosecuted and condemned for persistently speaking of the Pope in his paper as "Signor Pecci." He was sentenced to imprisonment.

But all the Government wanted was his condemnation; and he was never incarcerated.
But he used to go daily to the prison and demand the execution of his sentence.

The gaoler used to shut the door in his face, and he narrated the result of his visit in the next day's paper! It was as Jessie Mario's friend then, that I first knew Garibaldi.
One morning at the villa I then possessed, at Ricorboli, close to Florence, a maid-servant came flying into the room, where I was still in bed at six o'clock in the morning, crying out in the utmost excitement, "_C'e il Generale! c'e il Generale; e chiede di lei, signore!_"-- "Here's the General! here's the General! And he is asking for you, sir!" She spoke as if there was but one general in all the world.