One subject of his talk I specially remember, because it gave rise to a little discussion, and in a great degree gave me the measure of the man.
"As for the priests," said he, "they ought all to be put to death, without exception and without delay!" "Rather a strong measure!" I ventured to say.
"Not a bit too strong! not a bit!" he rejoined warmly.

"Do we not put assassins to death?
And is not the man who murders your soul worse than the man who only kills your body ?" I attempted to say that the difference of the two cases lay in the fact, that as to the killing of the body there was no doubt about the matter, whereas mankind differed very widely as to the killing of the soul; and that as long as it remained a moot point whether priests did so or not, it would hardly be practicable or even politic to adopt the measure he suggested.
But he would not listen to me--only repeated with increasing excitement that no good could come to humanity till all priests were destroyed.
Then we talked about the Marries, of both of whom he spoke with the greatest affection; and of the prospects of "going to Rome," which of course he considered the simplest and easiest thing possible.
I saw Garibaldi on many subsequent occasions, but never again _tete-a-tete_, or _a Quattro Oct_, as the Italians more significantly phrase it.

The last time I ever saw him was under melancholy circumstances enough, though the occasion professed to be one of rejoicing.

It was at the great gathering at Palermo for celebrating the anniversary of the Sicilian Vespers.

Of course such a celebration would have brought Garibaldi to partake in it, wherever he might have been, short of in his grave.