had joined the imperial despot of Austria at last, when the rest of the sorrowful city aud the infamous Bomba of Naples, in a was compelled to surrender, Garibaldi and plot against the nascent liberties of the pen- his noble spirited young soldiers refused to insula, and in favor of the restoration of the lay down their arins. It was useless for impotent and fugitive old traitor, the Pope them, they said, to protract the contest with Their armies were narrowing, with a slow three powerful and disciplined nations, but but certain contraction, like the coiling of they would not yield. They resolved, then, some huge suake, around the walls of the to force their way to a safe place of refuge. Eternal city. But the undaunted Romans, Their leader's speech, on that occasion, wo'd detecting their purposes under the treacher- have done no dishonor to Brutus or the ous disguise they had assumed, were fully Gracchi: Soldiers' he said, 'in recomprepared for the event. Their numbers were pense of the love you may show your counfew, but their spirit was high and strong.- try, I offer you hunger, thirst, cold, war and When the question was put to them, wheth-death-who accepts the terins, let him follow er they were ready to defend their homes, me !' The glorious fellows followed him to they shouted with one accord that they wo'da man. die in the last ditch. Soon, therefore, the war commenced.

No retreat on record was more full of peril and more resolutely conducted than The incidents of it we cannot recount here, this of Garibaldi and his friends, through nor have we space to speak of the proni- the hostile hosts of occupied Italy. Their nent part taken in it throughout by the sub-object, in quitting Rome was to reach Veject of this sketch. A volume would hardly nice in time to assist her against the bom suffice us to tell the whole history of those memorable days. They were worthy of the place and the occasion, and proved to all the world that years of tyranny and degradation have not yet quenched the old fires of the Italian soul. Garibaldi's invincible legions rivalled the fiery energy of those ancient warriors who had carried the victorious eagles to the ends of the globe. Whenever an obstinate defense was to be made, they were called to make it, and whenever an important point was to be conquered they marched to the conquest. Time and again, during the siege of Rome, they sallied beyond the city walls to attack the besiegers in their intrenchments; at the villa Pamphili, where the whole day was spent in furious combat with the French, often bayonet in hand, they drove the assailant from his posts, at Palestrina, they put to route three times their number of men, with a fearful loss of the enemy's life; and at Velletri, they over-bers still clung to

bardment of the Austrians. It was a desperate attempt, but it was also the only source left. They first marched westward, and then north towards Todi, where they were joined by Col. Forbes. At Orvieto, they drew up to give the French battle, which the latter decline, preferring to hang upon the rear, to cut off their forces in detachments. Arezzo, their next point, was in full possession of the Austrian troops,but the people secretly sent them supplies.Hence they turned towards Cisterna in the Pope's dominions, and next Saint Angelo in Vado. All the way they were harassed by Austrians; in crossing the Appenines they had the most desperate encounters,and it was not until they reached Borgo, near San Marino, ten thousand Austrians closing about them, that it was found expedient to disband, and to allow each one to seek shelter for himself. Even then, large numGaribaldi, -among them

whelmed the flower of the Neapolitan army, Hugo Bassi, who was so inhumanly murcommanded by the King in person. After dered by the priests at Bologna-Ciccerthe walls were entered, they sustained the shock of assault, day after day, with cool perseverance and unmoving strength; and

ovchio, the Roman Tribune, with his two sons, one of them scarcely 15 years of age, and the lovely Senora Anne-Garibaldi's

wife, who, though far advanced in mother-him a national banquet, which he declined. hood and otherwise ill, had partaken in The Governor of Equador, it is said, also every hard ship of the retreat, refusing to had offered him the commission of Generalbe separated from her husband, and some-isimo of the Republic, to proceed against times riding about the little army to encour- Gen. Flores, but it is not known whether he age the weary with words of animation and had accepted.-American Phrenological Jourcheer.

From San Marino they set forth at night, not a word being spoken, eluded discovery, and soon after reached Cesanatico, where they scized thirteen vessels to convey them to Venice, But their little fleet was scattered in the darkness. Some of them was never heard of more, and only a few, driven away by the blockading squadron, succeed. ed in reaching land near the mouth of the Po. There the Signora died, overcome with exhaustion and fatigue. Garibaldi, almost alone, but how no one knows, made his way to Genoa, and thence to the United

States.

He would have been received in this country with public demonstrations, but he modestly declined the honor, In order to recruit his health he returned to Staten Island, where he dwelt in perfect security, earning by the labor of his own hands, his own support, it was there that the writer of this saw him first. A nobler looking man was never made. He was about the medium height, and finely proportioned.-His face was sad in its expression, but full of intelligence, truth and kindness. There was an integrity marked in every feature which must have won confidence at once; yet he was not stern nor sombre, but animated, almost playful and enthusiastic. His remarks on the condition of Europe showed that he was accustomed to look sharply into events, to weigh their nature and bearing, and to act only on a rigid understanding of facts. He was not a patriot from the imagination, but through the mind and through

the heart.

Garibaldi, after he left Staten Island, went to California on business, and is engaged in the mercantile marine service of the Pacific. The last we heard of him was that he was in Lima. The Italians there had offered

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For the Miscellany. WOMAN'S MISSION.

BY ALICE GREEN.

How important is the mission of woman,

and yet how few appear 'to understand or feel the responsibility of the position she occupies. It appears to be the general opineducation, and can figure well in the parlor, ion that if a lady has received a fashionable and equally well in the kitchen, if occasion if to this a moderate share of beauty is requires, that is all that is necessary, and added, it is enough to constitute her a comand proper, but is there not something plete paragon. Now all this is necessary merely to occupy space, to "while away more for her to do? Were we placed here the homes," or assist in "driving dull care away," to captivate the mind, or charm the senses? Is this the extent of our mission in this sin-fallen world? Shall we say because we may never enroll our name among the great and illustrius ones of earth, that "ours is a limited sphere of action. True we may none of us be a Luther, a Wesley, or a Whitfield, a Washington, a Bolivar, or a Kossuth, a Newton, a Franklin, or a Fulton,; it is not in our province to occupy the Presidential Chair, nor speak in Congressional halls; but is not our's a more glorious mission? One which angels might look down and smile upon? it is ours to educate our fu ture Statesmen, ours to guide the youthful mind in the ways of wisdom, and true piety, to instil a love of good, and hatred of evil into those minds from which the future

first rudiments of children's education ever aws of our nation are to emanate. As the devolves on woman, let us remember that

BEAUTIFUL EXTRACT.

what is learned in youth is seldom if ever forgotten, that "as the twig is bent the tree "By a beautiful law of Providence, the is inclined." We are to a certain extent exmeans most conducive to the happiness of erting an influence which will be felt by our race are precisely those which best conthis nation, and the world long after we fer happiness on the individual; each one bave passed away, and our names are forgotmost effectually promotes the well-being of tes; yet our influence which we now exert the species when he discharges his duty to will still be felt either for good or evil.-himself, when he acts in accordance with the Eternity alone can reveal how much weal or woe has been disseminated through the world by woman's influence in regard to the proper or improper education of youth.-high genius is impelled outwards; it deLet us not think then that ours is a limited sphere of action, though we may not win laurels of worldly honors; though we may never reach the temple of fame, nor revel on the summit of the cloud-capped hill of science, yet we may win brighter laurels than these; we should not seek for worldly

aggrandizement, ours is a holier mission. There is much for us to do, let us not be idle in this great "field of action," but "let us work for some good, be it ever so lowly. Labor, all labor is noble and holy," let us

lofty tendencies of his nature. It is to satisfy the immortal essence within, that all great men write and act in the world. All

mands to take form, to go forth into the world, irrespective of consequences, irrespective of whether it be smiled or frowned on, whether it be hailed as a prophet or derided as a dreamer. To take form and go forth is ever its imperious desire; the inner voice is only hushed by the exit of the crier. Let no Utilitarian, proud of a false system, let no Materialist, glorying in his deadening creed, preach to the Poet that he is deluded, and that he would do better to spin calico and win gold, than weave, amid solitude and with "hearts entwined aspire to raise our neglect, the rainbow fancies that flit in minbeing higher." If there is not enough for us to do in the home circles, let us go forthgled storm and sunshine through his soul.— into the world-minister to the sick and suf-Genius cares not for the offerings of Earth fering, comfort the bereaved, cheer the sad, or the meed of Mammon; the siren voice of encourage the desponding, relieve suffering humanity where ever we find it, for this is a part of our mission; nor is this all, we may assist in carrying the light of eternal life to these that are in heathen darkness, let us be "armed by faith, and winged by prayer" and there is no undertaking too great for us, and though there be much of bitterness mingled in our cup of life, and we meet with many discouragements and disappointments, let us" cast our bread upon the waters" assured "it will return to us after many days." Let us do what our hands find to do, with our might and we shall gather for ourselves the laurel of peace, and receive a crown of immortality. Almont, 1852.

the world cannot reach him amid the music of the spheres; the paltry Present shrinks away before a deathless Eternity. There is a heavenly idol shrined in his heart; and at the sight of its beauty, at the call of its spirit voice, all other fascination is forgotten.— It is as real and far less perishable, as enthralling and far more noble an entity for him, than the golden calf that wins the worship of the worldling. It is no fiction, that cry of the spirit to be born into the world. Sit down by youder couch, where early Genius is dying, and behold the melancholy that clouds that young brow. Whence comes it? He is leaving no dear ones behind; his existence has been made happy rather by the mind and soul that gave him, than by the sweet links of human life or the world's smile. Yet a shadow is resting on the warm

wife by your ears, rather than springs of life, and it is another hand than Death's is chilling them; the fountains of

BEAUTIFUL FIGURE.

sparkles so brightly in the cup, banished from the sideboard. As the little rill which "Two painters were employed to fresco flows brightly over its pe bly bed, may bethe walls of a magnificent cathedral; both come a dark and rapid river, ere its waters stood on a rude scaffolding, constructed for mingle with the ocean, so may the life of that purpose, some forty feet from the floor. those who sip of the wine which is pleasant One of them was so intent upon his work to the taste, and which produces an exhilerthat he became wholly absorbed, and in ad-ating feeling, become dark and troubled, by miration stood off from the picture, gazing that most insatiable of all appetites, intem

at it with intense delight. Forgetting where he was he moved backwards slowly, survey ing critically the work of his pencil, until he had neared the very edge of the plank upon which he stood.

perance. Woman should use every ef fort to banish the wine cup. Let her never by her example, give a license to moderate drinking. There is where the evil begins, but who can say where it will end? Let soAt this critical moment, his companion ciety say it is ungentlemanly, debasing to turned suddenly, and, almost frozen with drink, even moderately, and this would prehorror, beheld his emminent peril; another vent the danger of contracting a habit, which, instant, and the enthusiast would be preci- when once contracted, cannot be resisted.pitated upon the pavement beneath; if he Now, it is considered an indication of refinespoke to him, it was certain death-if he ment and high breeding to partake, with a held his peace, death was equally sure. relish, a glass of wine, a julep or a cobbler, Suddenly he regained his presence of mind, and some gentlemen, when they wish to pay and seizing a wet brush, flung it quickly a lady a compliment, will present her a glass against the wall spattering the beautiful of champaigne. No lady should receive it picture with unsightly blotches of coloring. as such, but decline it firmly yet politely.— The painter flew forward, and turned upon his friend with fierce imprecations; but startled at his ghastly face, he listened to the recital of danger; looked shudderingly over the dread space below, and with tears of herself felt the sorrow which intemperance gratitude blessed the hand that saved him. So, said a preacher, we sometimes get absorbed in looking upon the pictures of this world, and in contemplating them step backward, unconscious of our peril, when the Almighty dashes out the beautiful images, DURABILITY OF ANCIENT COLORS. and we spring forward to lament their destruction, into the out-stretched arms of mercy; and we are saved.”

WE commend the following, which we clip from the Metropolitan, to the consideration of our female readers, not that they are wanting in their duty in reference to the evils of intemperance, but with the desire to stimulate them to continued efforts in behalf of the right:

We would like much to see such a state of society. Let every woman engage in bringing it about earnestly, with all her energies, and it may be effected. She who has not

brings, should have sympathy for her suffering sister, whose household is made desolate by this demon,

In colors, the ancients far exceeded the moderns., Sir Humphrey Davy made many efforts to analyze the celebrated Tyrian purple of the East, but those efforts were without success. He declared he could not discover of what it was composed. The Naples' yellow, too, though less known, was much used, and the art of making it is now entirely gone. The Tyrian purple is the color of many of the houses of Pompeii, and they look as fresh as if just painted.

The colors of Titan are equally as vivid

"Every mother, wife and sister should exert her influence to have the wine, which and beautiful as when first laid on by the