HOWARD M. JENKINS.

A GREAT DAY.

FROM THE ITALIAN OF EDMONDO DE AMICIS.

The G---- family were at their villa, a few miles out of Florence, when
the Italian army was preparing to march on Rome. The enterprise was not
favorably regarded by them. The father, the mother and the two grown-up
daughters, ardent Catholics and mild patriots, desired "moral measures."
"We do not understand politics," said Madame G---- to her friends, "and
I least of all; and if I had to tell you quite clearly and distinctly
why I think as I do, I should be puzzled. But what can I do? I have a
presentiment; I hear a voice within me; I feel a thrill--something which
tells me they must not go, they ought not to go, they cannot go, to Rome
in such a manner. I remember '48; I remember '59; I remember '60. Well,
in those days I had no fear; I never felt at heart the anxiety that I
have now: I always thought things would come right. But this time, my
friends, there is no use in talking, I see trouble in the air, and a
great deal of it. You smile. Pray to Heaven that some day or other you
may not have cause to weep. That day does not seem to me far off."

The only one of the whole family who did not think thus was the son, a
young man of twenty, who was just now reading Roman history, and was in
a state of ferment. The mere mention of Rome in his presence was the
signal for a battle: there had already been one of the liveliest kind,
and it was agreed never to broach the subject again.

One evening early in September they received an official journal in
which the news was authoritatively announced that the Italian soldiers
had passed the frontier. The young man leapt for joy. The father read
the article, remained thoughtful for some time, and then, shaking his
head, muttered, "No!" and again, "No!" and a third time, "No, no, no!"

"But excuse me, papa," exclaimed the son, firing up.

"There! there!" interrupted the mother tenderly.

And during the rest of the evening no more was said about it. But
serious trouble occurred the following evening, when, shortly before
going to bed, the young man frankly and without preamble, as if he were
doing the most natural thing in the world, announced his intention of
going to Rome with the army.

There was a general cry of surprise and indignation, followed by a
tempest of reproaches and threats. "It was not a thing one could
honorably desire to see; already part of the guilt