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decisive and full of resource as Caesar.
Dearly I love Mazzini.
He came in, 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.
to W. H. C.
Rome, July 8, 1S49.—I do not yet find myself tranquil and recruited from the painful excitements of these last days.
But, amid the ruined hopes of Rome, the shameful oppressions she is beginning to suffer, amid these noble, bleeding martyrs, my brothers, I cannot fix my thoughts on anything else.
I write that you may assure mother of my safety, which in the last days began to be seriously imperilled.
Say, that as soon as I can find means of conveyance, without an expense too enormous, I shall go again into the mountains.
There I shall find pure, bracing air, and I hope stillness, for a time.
Say, she need feel no anxiety, if she do not hear from me for some time.
I may feel indisposed to write, as I do now; my heart is too full.
Private hopes of mine are fallen with the hopes of Italy.
I have played for a new stake, and lost it. Life looks too difficult.
But for the present I shall try to wave all thought of self and renew my strength.
After the attempt at revolution in France failed, could 