an unexpected event in a place of pleasure, will paralyze their very
faculties. Had I remained passive as Mr. Headley, I would not have felt
the pleasure in seeing that, that crowd of americans had a heart as well
as I; and that, if they did not feel sooner the pity which I felt, it was
because they were habituated to see slaves in like situation, and not by
want of a good heart. Were it necessary, I would bring many like instances
which happened to me in America. But, my object, here, is neither a wish
to write of my good actions, nor that of judging the whole mass of
americans by such little things, or little casualties.

However, as the english Clara Novello went on with her sweet strain, the
man near, held the patient down, and the people seemed to overlook the
painful sight, I am rather inclined to think, that the patient must have
been an epileptic, perhaps known as such by every one in that italian
theatre, or, at least, believed by them an epileptic, a malady for which
no remedy has yet been found, and the best thing is, to leave him alone,
until the spasm will pass over.

Were I controverting all the little incidents upon which, as it seems, Mr.
Headley places too much consideration; this work, which I intend to have
printed in the form of a small pamphlet, would grow to a big volume. I
will only say here, that a writer who intends to give an idea of Italy,
and of the Italians, should have taken a quite different ground, though he
says: "I have gone over these little things, because they are the best
illustration of italian character." So, a people who has its enemies in
the house, a people from whom to expect freedom is to expect the
impossible, impossible, I say, because France with her pretended freedom,
England with her selfishness, Russia with her despotism, and all the
european despotical alliance, diabolically blessed, and sanctioned by what
they call christian religion, did, and always would unite with Austria, to
crush Italy--her people is judged by little things, which travelers, meet
on their way. Every time the italians attempted to shake off the yoke of
foreign tyrants, the tyrants oppressing the very italian princes, who rule
italian blood, the pope, and his accomplices rendered grace to God, when
they heard that their jealous enemies, I mean the protesants, gave to
italian princes, ropes to hang the italian Catos, who attempted to place
on the italian soil, italian princes, free of foreign servit