Giuseppe Garibaldi: “To arms all!—all!—and the oppressors, the supremely powerful, shall be turned into dust.”

They sang of love, until I was transported; and they endeavored to excite themselves to patriotism by singing of Italy!

My heart had never been hardened; and I was generous.

She will feel the want of them in the day when she shall rise to drive the ravens from the corpses which they devour.

I was enlisted in a new and hazardous enterprize, and, for the first time, turned a helm for the ocean with a warlike flag flying over my head—the flag of a republic—the Republic of Rio Grande.