He is not a man of much brain; which makes the subject the more cruel to him.

But I can't write of Garibaldi this morning, so anxious we are after an unpleasant despatch yesterday.

He is a hero, and has led a forlorn hope out to Sicily, to succeed for Italy, or to fail for himself.

It's 'imprudence,' if he fails: if otherwise, who shall praise him enough?
it's salvation and glory.
* * * * * _To Miss E.F.

Haworth_ [Rome], 28 Via del Tritone: May 18, 1860 [postmark].
My dearest Fanny,--It seems to me that you have drunk so much England, which cheers _and_ inebriates, as to have forgotten your Italian friends.