The Mazzini Monument And Statue Of Victor Emmanuel.

A Beautiful Memorial Hall.

The Birthplace Of Mazzini.

Statue Of Mazzini In The Courtyard Of The Municipal Palace.

Internationals and Anarchists. Driven from one land to another, and sentenced to the gallows in his own, if he returned, Mazzini nevertheless contrived to keep alive the hopes and aims of lovers of liberty everywhere in Europe.

Thanks to his active propaganda, for example, one of his agents made of a young Italian, whom he met upon a sailing vessel, a convert to Mazzini's views and an enthusiastic member of "Young Italy." This new recruit was Garibaldi! With him, as with Cavour, Ledru-Rollin, Kossuth, and other patriots, Mazzini was for years in close alliance, and though his standard was too high for either Garibaldi or Cavour to adopt as practicable in Italian politics, still the sublime idealist had made success a possibility upon their lower plane of practical activity. He lived to see, if not the absolute fulfillment of his dream, at least a liberated and united land; and multitudes of grateful pilgrims annually come to render homage to a man whose life was one long martyrdom for liberty. Mazzini was the Prophet of United Italy, as Victor Emmanuel and Garibaldi were its champions in the field, and Cavour in the Cabinet; and this superb quaternity gave to Italy the national existence which it now enjoys. Nor are the Italians slow to recognize this fact. When, on returning from his life of exile, Mazzini died at last in Pisa, Italy rose en masse to do him honor. A hundred cities sent their representatives to his funeral in Genoa. Florence decreed for him a monument in her Hall of Fame, - the church of Santa Croce; Pisa enshrined his bust in her historic cloisters; and Rome, too, placed his sculptured face within her Pantheon of glory.

The Birthplace Of Mazzini.

Statue Of Garibaldi, Genoa.

The Tomb Of Mazzini, Campo Santo, Genoa.

I do not know a nobler spot in which to take one's leave of Genoa the Proud than where Mazzini's heart, which beat so tirelessly in behalf of others, rests at last beyond the persecution of despotic power. He sleeps somewhat apart from other tombs, - yet near his mother, - in a sepulchre as simple and impressive as his life.

"That he is dead the sons of kings are glad; And in their beds the tyrants sounder sleep. Now he is dead, his martyrdom will reap Late harvest of the palms it should have had In life. Too late the tardy lands are sad. . . . O glorious soul! there is no dearth Of worlds. There must be many better worth Thy presence and thy leadership than this. No doubt, on some great sun to-day, thy birth Is for a race the dawn of Freedom's bliss, Which but for thee it might for ages miss".

The Youthful Columbus, Genoa.

A Drive Through The Engadine

Sils, Near St. Moritz.