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A WELCOME TO GARIBALDI.

A WELCOME TO GARIBALDI. ON ms REPORTED BANISHMENT FROM ITALY. LD hero, we send thee a greeting! Thou art banished, they tell us: then come! For wherever free pulses are beating, That land thou wilt know as thy home. Vhat matters the timid decision Of the fellow who pilfered a throne; Or thy king’s, whom his people’s derision Leaves abject, unloved and alone? VVe honor thee more, though defeated, As a prisoner, an exile perchance,

Than the libertine coward who cheated Thy hopes for the tyrant of France. Of us thou art worthy_we know it_ And proclaim thee a citizen free;

But, what’s better—how proudly we show it I We feel ourselves worthy of thee. Forget what the monarchs call treason

To the privilege of title and crown,-— Merest insults to manhood and reason,

Which briefly the world will disown. Grand creature, unselfish, pure-hearted, In an age that is meaner than mire, ’Twas no wonder the gold-mongers started, Red shirt, from thy pathway of fire! No wonder they shrank to the bowels, And inquired what the mystery meant, While the ring of thy rusty spur-rowels Was shaking their triple per cent.! No wonder they bound thee, gray lion, Or will banish thee, fearing to kill;

But they made each Italian a scion To grow in the way of thy will. Remember Rotonclol ’tis planted With a seed that shall rise unto good, When the reapers stride forward undaunted, And garner the harvest in blood! Rest with us! and tell us the story Of a city that floats on the sea, Of the Medici’s birth-place and glory, More glorious in this_they were free ‘

UANUARY,