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GARIBALDI AT SPEZZIA. A letter from Spezzia, dated Sunday last, says :— Mr. Partridge left here this morning, carrying with him the gratitude and thanks not only of the illustrious patient he has travelled so far to visit, but of all good Oaribaldini, to whom he has brought comfort and hope. Not only the skill of the English ^professional man, but the evident sympathy of the English gentleman, have left a deep impression on the general and his friends and, lest I should be thought to flatter Mr. Partridge, I will say that one of the oldest friends and most constant at- tendants of Garibaldi, who was with me last night, expressed these feelings in the strongest terms. The sympathy of England is, indeed, a great con- solation to the captive, and, though little given to betray hu feelings, he could not help exclaiming yesterday, "The mere sound of an English voice does me good." Even Lord Palmerston," said an aide-de-camp to me, has exerted himself in favour of our wounded general." The last report of Mr. Partridge is decidedly favourable. Thepatient was on Friday conveyed into another and better room, and, though tired with the exertion of moving, yet at night was free from thesuffering which usually assails him at that time. The ancle and the heel are the seats of these pains, which have till now much dis- turbed his sleep. On the whole, there was nothing to find fault with in the early treatment of the wound, 1nd Mr. Partridge was especially struck with the womanly tenderness which the doctors displayed dressing the ancle. Ripari, Albanese, and another doctor—prisoners—watch constantly day and night by their general's bed. Prangina, who stays at the hotel here, visits the patient twice a day, and should it be necessary to use the knife for the enlargement of the wound—which is. probable-the operation will be performed by Zannetti, of Florence, whom I have ascertained from resident English and others to be a first-rate surgeon. Water-beds, slings, and various scientific inventions torelieve thepain of the injured limb, and at the same time allow the sufferer to change his position, are on their way from London and Paris. The appli- ances of leeches were not excessive, and the only error seems to have been supposing the ball to have re- mained in the wound. It has evidently never traversed the leg at all, merely struck it, broke the inner ankle, and glanced off. The general eats very little, and drinks nothing but water; the English doctor, however, recommended a more generous diet. The wound in the thigh, of which so much was said, was only a bruise from a spent ball, and the same was the case with the injury of Menotti. These were, nevertheless, sufficiently painful at the time, as many of your military readers will well know. During the voyage the sufferings of Gari- baldi were very great. All agree that the convalescence will be an affair of months, and Mr. Partridge decidedly declares that to attempt, under any circumstances, the re- moval of the patient would be fatal. So you see, amnesty or trial, poor Garibaldi is sentenced to four or five months' imprisonment—perhaps the greatest punishment that could be inflicted on that active, eager spirit. A curious instance of his stoical bearing of bodily pain was given when Zannetti first probed the wound. The surgeon knew the agony must be in- tense, but the patient did not move a muscle. Does it not hurt you, general ? asked Zannetti. "In- tensely," replied Garibaldi, almost smiling, and the operator was forced to ask him to show by some expression of his face where the severest pain really was. Generally, he lies perfectly tranquil, speaking but little. I fear the sad story of his de- sire to perish by his own hand on the hill of As- promonte rather than be taken prisoner is true, and this is why I have come to the melancholy conclu- sion In telling the following story, worthy of the pages of Tacitus or the vivid records of Plutarch, I must inform you readers that I nothing exten- uate," nor do I add one syllable to the words which, a few hours since, fell from the lips of the soldier to whom Garibaldi had revealed the secrets of his heart. It was evening, and the wounded general, after a day of great pain, had sunk, exhausted and weary, into a kind of slumber. One attendant alone was in the room—a tried and faithful friend, who had followed the fortunes of Garibaldi from the walls of Rome to the banks of the Volturrio. After a silence of some time, the general suddenly raised himself, and beckoned to the watching aide-de-camp. Mio caro," said he, "I have never yet asked one favour of the King. I think I will now do so." The aide-de-camp approached, expecting an order to write out some request. Garibaldi con- tinued. in the sad, solemn tones which are habitual to him when speaking earnestly I will beg to be shot! Living, I am an impediment to Italy, a terror to the man who rules over the French, and a clog on the progress of Italian unity. Were I dead, Napoleon might leave Rome without injury to his self-esteem, Italy might then be one, and by my death I hall have completed the labour of my life." I leave your readers to imagine the effect that this declaration, made in the most simple manner, had on the solitary listener.




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