Giuseppe Garibaldi: “The field and the wood are his halls; and the ground is his bed.”

Rome, which I had before admired and thought of frequently, I ever since have loved.

On that occasion, and in various other circumstances of a similar kind, I never hesitated for a moment, or thought of my own safety.

There is not a spot of ground on earth in which do not lie the bones of some generous Italian, for whose sake Italy ought never to cease from the struggle until free herself.

Although I professed different principles from his, and had fought for a different cause, I have ever been ready to acknowledge my obligations to that officer, and always desired an opportunity to prove my gratitude to him for granting me…