Madame Ossoli to R. W. Emerson-Siege of Rome by the French. accept whatever your lordship pleases, but that she is almost ruined and bankrupt, etc., etc., etc. This is a long, stupid letter, but I will endeavor to send a better from Paris. Ever your Grace's truly obliged, WALTER SCOTT. XXV.-SIEGE OF ROME BY THE FRENCH.* Madame Ossoli to R. W. Emerson. ROME, June 10th, 1849. I received your letter amid the round of cannonade and musketry. It was a terrible battle fought here, from the first to the last light of day. I could see all its progress from my balcony. The Italians fought like lions. It is a truly heroic spirit that animates them. They make a stand here for honor and their rights, with little ground for hope that they can resist, now that they are betrayed by France. Since the 30th of April I go almost daily to the hospitals, and though I have suffered, for I had no idea before how terrible gun-shot wounds and wound fevers are, yet I have taken pleasure, and great pleasure, in being with the men. There is scarcely one who is not moved by a noble spirit. Many, especially among the Lombards, are the flower of the Italian youth. When they begin to get better, I carry them books and flowers; they read, and we talk. The palace of the Pope, on the Quirinal, is now used for convalescents. In those beautiful gardens I walk with them— one with his sling, another with his crutch. The gardener plays off all his waterworks for the defenders of the country, and gathers flowers for me, their friend. A day or two since we sat * From "At Home and Abroad," by Madame Ossoli. Madame Ossoli to R. W. Emerson-Siege of Rome by the French. in the Pope's little pavilion, where he used to give private audience. The sun was going gloriously down over Monte Mario, where gleamed the white tents of the French light-horse among the trees. The cannonade was heard at intervals. Two brighteyed boys sat at our feet, and gathered up eagerly every word said by the heroes of the day. It was a beautiful hour stolen from the midst of ruin and sorrow, and tales were told as full of grace and pathos as in the gardens of Boccaccio, only in a very different spirit, with noble hope for man and reverence for woman. The young ladies of the family, very young girls, were filled with enthusiasm for the suffering, wounded patriots, and they wished to go to the hospitals to give their service. Excepting the three superintendents, none but married ladies were permitted to serve there, but their services were accepted. Their governess then wished to go too, and as she could speak several languages she was admitted to the rooms of the wounded soldiers, as the nurses knew nothing but Italian, and many of these poor men were suffering because they could not make their wishes known. Some are French, some Germans, many Poles. Indeed, I am afraid it is too true that there were comparatively few Romans among them. This young lady passed several nights there. Should I never return, and sometimes I despair of doing so, it seems so far off-so difficult-I am caught in such a net of ties here; if ever you know of my life here, I think you will only wonder at the constancy with which I have sustained myself; the degree of profit to which, amid great difficulties, I have put the time, at least in the way of observation. Meanwhile, love me all you can. Let me feel that amid the fearful agita Madame Ossoli to R. W. Emerson-Siege of Rome by the French. tions of the world there are pure hands, with healthful, even pulse, stretched out toward me, if I claim their grasp. I feel profoundly for Mazzini. At moments I am tempted to say, "Cursed with every granted prayer;" so cunning is the demon. Mazzini has become the inspiring soul of his people. He saw Rome, to which all his hopes through life tended, for the first time as a Roman citizen, and to become in a few days its ruler. He has animated, he sustains her to a glorious effort, which, if it fails this time, will not in the age. His country will be free; yet to me it would be so dreadful to cause all this bloodshed, to dig the graves of such martyrs. Then, Rome is being destroyed; her glorious oaks, her villas, haunts of sacred beauty, that seemed the possession of the world forever; the villa of Raphael, the villa of Albani, home of Winckelmann, and the best expression of the ideal of modern Rome, and so many other sanctuaries of beauty, all must perish, lest a foe should level his musket from their shelter. I could not, could not.* I know not, dear friend, whether I shall ever get home across that great ocean, but here in Rome I shall no longer wish to live. O Rome, my country! could I imagine that the triumph of what I held dear was to heap such desolation on thy head? Speaking of the Republic you say, "Do you not wish Italy had a great man?" Mazzini is a great man. In mind, a great poetic statesman; in heart, a lover; in action, decisive; and full of resource as Cæsar. Dearly I love Mazzini. He came in * It is stated, in the Memoirs of De Tocqueville, that almost the whole damage done by the siege was the destruction of the trees and frescoes in the Borghese gardens; and that in order to save those monuments, which are the property of the whole Christian world, the French submitted to some loss of men and much of time. Madame Ossoli to R. W. Emerson-Siege of Rome by the French. just as I had finished the first letter to you. His soft, radiant look makes melancholy music in my soul; it consecrates my present life, that like the Magdalen I may at the important hour shed all the consecrated ointment on his head. There is one, Mazzini, who understands thee well; who knew thee no less when an object of popular fear than now of idolatry, and who, if the pen be not held too feebly, will help posterity to know thee too. |