Mazzini died at Pisa on Sunday, the 10th inst. We
have endea- voured elsewhere to give our conception of a character which hardly belonged to our time, so pure, so lofty, and so narrow was it ; but we must add here that our sketch, over-favourable as it may be deemed, does no justice to the impression the Italian patriot made upon his personal friends. They worshipped him as only the very greatest men are worshipped. He owed this devotion, which lasted throughout his life, and covered men of three generations, partly, no doubt, to his intellectual force, which was very great, partly to his perfect disinterestedness, but mainly to his own love- ability, an instinctive quality in which he surpassed almost all living men. No difference of race, language, creed, or opinion ever made men who had once passed under Mazzini's influence indifferent to him, and of all revolutionary leaders he was probably the only one who had not to mourn over personal treachery. His party, it is true, had fallen away from him, deeming the great end accomplished when Victor Emanuel entered Rome ; but neither now nor for years past has there been a time when it would have been safe to arrest him, and the Italian Parliament unanimously voted its regret for the decease of one who, for more than two- thirds of his life, was a hunted criminal under sentence of death. He was sixty-three years old, and for forty-five years his name had been a watchword. When he began his course Italy was "a geographical expression," when he finished his course it was the sixth Great Power.
