CHAPTER LVIII. ROME

Ok the second of December, the despot of the Seine, the false Emperor,

the enemy of all liberty, and the great ally of all tyrants, after

seventeen years of unrighteous rule, pretended, with the same hypocrisy

with which he kept her enslaved, to liberate the Niobe of nations, the

old metropolis of the world--the ruler, the martyr, the glory of the

earth.

He carried on the work of Divine vengeance. Attila, at the head of his

ferocious tribes, had conquered Rome, destroyed her, and exterminated

her people. Was not this God's justice?

"Whosoever sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed!"

The ancient Romans ruled the world by subjugating the remotest nations,

pillaging and breaking them down. Slavery, misery, and ruin, their

ministers, compelled the nations of the earth to submit to their

tyrants.

The successor of the Attilas, not less a robber than they, threw

himself on an easy prey, and his false heart beat with joy when he

clutched the victim. Yet even this action was but a caricature of the

actions of the Attilas who have punished Rome. To accomplish great

deeds, even of the evil sort, there must be great hearts, and he has a

heart both little and cowardly. In all he does, we can see he intends to

imitate his uncle; but the want of genius and energy makes the attempt

a failure. Attila conquered, and made a pile of ruins of the proud

victress-city. The modern Attila, in a Jesuit guise, did not destroy,

did not ruin, because he considered the prey as his own property.

Afterwards, enfeebled by advancing years and luxury, his throne shaken

to its foundation, he renewed his sinister undertakings in America,

where he attempted to deal a death-blow to the sanctuary of the world's

liberty--the great Republic--by building an Austrian empire at her

gates.

And the Italian Government has accepted the bidding of the false

Emperor, acting as the _sbirro_ of the Vatican, to hinder the Romans

from liberating themselves, obliging them to submit to the government of

the Holy Office, to deny to Italy her capital, though proclaimed by her

parliament.

We firmly believe that a more cowardly Government than the Italian can

not be found in ancient or modern history. It must be accepted as the

fate of humanity to find ever side by side with so much good so much

evil, humiliation, and wickedness. We say side by side, because it can

not be denied that the unity of Italy is a marvel of good accomplished,

in spite of all the efforts made by rulers and selfish factions to hold

back this unfortunate country, by impoverishing and perverting it, and

by every means of depredation and deception.

But what a Government! Can, indeed, this agency of corruption be called

a Government? And the unhappy people! what are they? Half of them bought

over to hold the other half in bondage and in misery.

Hail, brave Mexicans! We envy your valor and constancy in freeing your

land from the mercenaries of despotism! Accept, gallant descendants of

Columbus, from your Italian brethren, congratulations on your redeemed

liberty! On you was to be imposed a like tyranny, and you swept it away,

as a noble and free river sweeps away impurity.

We alone--talkative, presumptuous, vain, boasting of glory, liberty,

greatness--are yet enchained!--blindfolded, freeing ourselves with

words, but unfit to accomplish by deeds that political reconstruction

which alone would give us the right to sit down beside the other free

nations. Trembling before the despotism of an unrighteous foreign

tyrant, we dare not, for fear of him, walk about in our own homes, tell

the world we are our own masters, or tear from our wrists the fetters

which he has fixed there; and, more humiliating and degrading still,

he has left the prey, which the indignation of the world forbade his

appropriating, and has said, "Keep her, cowards; become cut-throats in

my stead; but beware of meddling with my will!"

Oh, Rome! Thou who art truly "the only one!" Rome the eternal! Once

above all human greatness! And now--now, how degraded! Thy resurrection

must yet be a catastrophe, and a revolution, to shake the rest of the

world!

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