THE POPE AND GARIBALDI.

Tuapeka Times, Volume II, Issue 94, 27 November 1869, Page 5

THE POPE AND GARIBALDI.

(From the Continental Correspondent of the Melbourne "Argus.") The Pope is beloved at Rome as a man, though not popular as a prinpe. He is revered by the people on account of his virtues, and they are manifold ; they bow down before him to receive Ins blessing, but they no longer- clap their* hands when he appears, nor shout " Bravo, Santo Padre," as they used to do. - I am far from saying, however, that they would see his departure unregrettingly. They would fain,, keep him : among them, but as chief pontiff, not as their king. In general, kings are not in high favour among the Romans, who, perhaps, inherited their distaste for the title from their /ancestors of the olden time ; and are, both by tradition and by instinct, ' republicans , at heart. This .explains why Garibaldi is far more popular rat Rome than Vicf or Emmanuel. To them Garibaldi is a paragon of heroes. Indeed, he is more than a h ero — he is a saint; and, like other 'saints, he .has a legend of his own. Nor is this peculiar to Rome ; — not a cottage throughout Italy but has his picture beside the image of the Madonna. But a short while since this kind of adoration was shared in by the English -travelling in Italy. One evening, an Englishman and his daughter, coming from Milan, alight at an hotel on the Quai de la Marine, at G-enoa. A large '•crowd had gathered before a house -some 50 yards lower down the quay. "What is that? " inquired the islander. '"Garibaldi has just arrived." "Oh, very good; I'llgotoo;" and takinghis daughter under his arm, and without putting down his travelling-bag, he mingled with the shouting crowd, and penetrated with them into the house, where the appearance of these strange visitors was not without producing a certain sensation. The Englishman himself was an odd fish of his kind. His j round goggle eyes, hooked nose, yellowy waistcoat, red cravat, and green jacket, gave him the appearance of some gigantic parrot. His daughter, all roses and lilies, was charming. As they had just arrived from Milan, and were tired, •they did not stand upon ceremony, but at once sat down on a sofa, and whilst Miss Anna was nibbling at •some chocolate-cream .pastiles, her< father gazed through his field-glass at: •the deputies who had come to harangue G-aribaldi, and, Pickwickian-like, wrote 'down tis observations in his notebook. The deputies gone, he approached, and, bowing low, thus addressed G-aribaldi : — " I am very glad 4;o see you, sir. When you came over to England, I followed you from' London to Manchester, from Manchester to Glasgow, from Glasgow to Edinburgh, from Edinburgh to^ ." " Did .you hope to see me eaten up ?" "Ear from it, I only wished you to embrace my daughter Anna, who has already received that salute from Lord John Russell, Mr. Disraeli, Kossuth, Count Oavour, and Lamartine. Anna, present your forehead to Signor Garibaldi." Garibaldi complied with very good grace, and our Englishman immediately pulled out his note-book and ■nrrote: — "To-day (here he put the •date) Garibaldi embraced Anna," and offering his arm to his daughter, he v once more made a low bow and withdrew.

The- Efeect of Ventilation on -I Health.— G-eneral Morin, on giving •an account at the Academic des Sci- • ences of the successful application of his ventilating apparatus in a large 'weaving factory employing 400 workpeople, and in. which, says the " Medical Times," were lighted 400 jets of gas, observed that its advantages might be judged from the fact that during 'October, November, and December 1867, when the ventilation was defective, only 15,000 kilogrammes of bread were consumed, while during the same months of 1868, after it had been improved, 20,000 kilogrammes were re- • quired, being again of 25 per cent, for the health and vigour of .the operatives. A Cooling Deink. — It is said of the old Germans that they didn't care what wine they drank as long as it was wine. If Porson could get nothing ■else' to drink, he would empty his inkbottle. If he pitched upon a bottle of spirits of wine or instead of alcohol better prepared for drinking, he was 'not; proud, — he tippled what he could find, and only cared about getting more. It must have been his American, cousin who;, once upon a time, bought a bottle of whisky from a spirit vendor. The latter discovered the day afterwards that he had, by mistake, given his customer a bottle of oil of vitral. He hurried off to see "what chanceß of life were left to his 'victim, whom he found hale and hearty, -and breakfasting with the appetite and gratitude of a man of sound stomach. " You didn't drink the whisky, then ?" ■said the spirit-dealer. " Every drop of it," exclaimed the spirit-drinker. '*' And what do you think of it ? Was Hihere anything peculiar about the 'taste?" "Well," said the tippler, 'reflectively, "it struck me that you hadn't spared the* oil of lemons in it !" " And that is all ?" " I guess that's all ; except that since I finished the bottle, I can't bend over the newspaper, to read what Congress is a-doin', > without burning a hole right through .ft I" '