Читать книгу The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 05, March, 1858 - Various - Страница 14

  It is most curious to see what a power a few calm words (in

  Merely a brief proclamation) appear to possess on the people.

  Order is perfect, and peace; the city is utterly tranquil;

  And one cannot conceive that this easy and nonchalant crowd, that

  Flows like a quiet stream through street and market-place, entering

  Shady recesses and bays of church, ostería and caffè,

  Could in a moment be changed to a flood as of molten lava,

  Boil into deadly wrath and wild homicidal delusion.

  Ah, 'tis an excellent race,—and even in old degradation,

  Under a rule that enforces to flattery, lying, and cheating,

  E'en under Pope and Priest, a nice and natural people.

  Oh, could they but be allowed this chance of redemption!—but clearly

  That is not likely to be. Meantime, notwithstanding all journals,

  Honor for once to the tongue and the pen of the eloquent writer!

  Honor to speech! and all honor to thee, thou noble Mazzini!