...ake, and they beg of us to remember that nothing but good is to be spoken of the dead. .We need no such mantle for that green grave under the sky of Florence,--no excuses, no explanations, no spot. Priestly malice has scanned every inch of his garment,--it was seamless; it could find no stain. History, as in the case of every other of her beloved children, gathers into her bosom the arrows which malic...