And so sorry I was--we both were--so sorry for Fanny, so sorry for you! May God bless you all! How the spiritual world gets thronged to us with familiar faces, till at last, perhaps, the world here will seem the vague and strange world, even while we remain.
Still, it is beautiful out of this window; and of public affairs in Italy, I am stirred to think with the most vivid interest through all.
The rapture is not as in the northern war last year, because (you don't understand that in England) last year we fought the Austrian and now it is Italian against Italian,[90] which tempers every triumph with a certain melancholy.

Also the Italian question in the south was decided in the north, and remained only a question of time, abbreviated (many think rashly) by our hero Garibaldi.

For the crisis, so quickened, involves very serious dangers and most solemn thoughts.

The southern difficulty may be considered solved--so we think--but just now that very solution opens out, as we all fear a new Austrian invasion in the north, backed indirectly at least by Prussia and Germany, who will use the opportunity in carrying out the coalition against France.

There seems no doubt of the mischief hatched at Toeplitz.