Giuseppe Garibaldi: “Her tender affection for me has, perhaps, been excessive; but do I not owe to her love, to her angel-like character, the…”

She knew me when I was in misfortune; and her interest in me, stronger than any merit of my own, conquered her for me, and united us for ever.

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

Even in exile, these feelings were constantly cherished in my heart; and often, very often, have I prayed to the Almighty to permit me to see that city once more.

Although certainly not superstitious, often, amidst the most arduous scenes of my tumultuous life, when I have passed unharmed through the breakers of the ocean, or the hail-storms of battle, she has seemed present with me.