the town to join it; but the attack upon the barracks miscarried, and he, not
daring to go back to his ship, saw himself irreparably compromised, fled to Nice,
and thence crossed the Var and found himself an exile at Marseilles. Here he
betook himself again to his sea life, sailed for the Black Sea and for Tunis, and
at last on board the Nageur, of Nantes, for Rio de Janeiro.

In the commentaries before alluded to Garibaldi gives the fullest particulars
of the exploits by which he rose to distinction beyond the Atlantic during the
twelve years elapsing from his leaving Europe in 1836 to his return to Italy in
1848. It is the romance of his career, and will some day be wrought into an
epic blending the charms of the Odyssey with those of the Iliad--a battle and a
march being the theme of the eventful tale almost from beginning to end.

Garibaldi took service with the Republic of Rio Grande do Sul, a vast terri-
tory belonging to Brazil, then in open rebellion and war against that empire. He
took the command of a privateer's boat with a crew of twelve men, to which he
gave the name of Mazzini, and by the aid of which he soon helped himself to
a larger and better-armed vessel, a prize taken from the enemy. In his many en-
counters with the Imperial or Brazilian party the hero bought experience both
of wonderfully propitious and terribly adverse fortune, and had every imaginable
variety of romantic adventure and hair-breadth escapes. He was severely wounded,
taken prisoner, and in one instance at Gualeguay, in the Argentine territory, he
found himself in the power of one Leonardo Millan, a type of Spanish South
American brutality, by whom he was savagely struck in the face with a horse-
whip, submitted to several hours' rack and torture, and thrown into a dungeon in
which his sufferings were soothed by the ministration of that "angel of charity,"
a woman, by name Madame Alleman.

Escaping from his tormentor by the intervention of the Governor of Guale-
guay, Paolo Echague, Garibaldi crossed from the territories of the Plate into
those of the Rio Grande, and faithful to the cause of that republic, he fought
with better success, winning battles, storming fortresses, standing his ground with
a handful of men, or even single-handed, against incredible odds, beating strong
squadrons with a few small vessels, giving through all proofs of the rarest disin-
terestedness, humanity, and generosity, disobeying orders to sack and ravage
vanquished cities, and exercising that mixture of authority and glamour over his
followers which almost enabled him to dispense with the ties of stern rule and
discipline. At last, after losing a flotilla in a hurricane on the coast of Santa
Caterina, where he landed wrecked and forlorn, having seen his bravest and most
cherished Italian friends shot down or drowned, he fell in with his Anita--not,
apparently, the first fair one for whom he had a passing fancy--with whom he
united his destinies, for better for worse, in life and till death, in some off-hand
manner, about which he is reticent and mysterious. Anita turned out almost as
great and daring and long-enduring a being as her heroic mate, and was by his
side in all fights by land and sea, till the fortunes of the Republic of Rio Grande
declined, when, after giving birth to her first-born, Menotti Garibaldi, Septem-
ber 16, 1840, she went with that infant and his father through unheard of hard-

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