50 MEMOIR OF FLEEMING JENKIN 



this party turned aside to rest in the Church of the 

 Madonna delle Grazie. * We had remarked,' writes 

 Mrs. Jenkin, * the entire absence of sentinels on 

 the ramparts, and how the cannons were left in 

 solitary state ; and I had just remarked " How 

 quiet everything is ! " when suddenly we heard the 

 drums begin to beat and distant shouts. Accus- 

 tomed as we are to revolutions, we never thought 

 of being frightened.' For all that, they resumed 

 their return home. On the way they saw men 

 running and vociferating, but nothing to indicate 

 a general disturbance, until, near the Duke's palace, 

 they came upon and passed a shouting mob dragging 

 along with it three cannon. It had scarcely passed 

 before they heard ' a rushing sound ' ; one of the 

 gentlemen thrust back the party of ladies under a 

 shed, and the mob passed again. A fine-looking 

 young man was in their hands ; and Mrs. Jenkin 

 saw him with his mouth open as if he sought to 

 speak, saw him tossed from one to another like a 

 ball, and then saw him no more. * He was dead a 

 few instants after, but the crowd hid that terror 

 from us. My knees shook under me and my sight 

 left me.' With this street tragedy, the curtain rose 

 upon their second revolution. 



The attack on Spirito Santo, and the capitulation 

 and departure of the troops speedily followed. 

 Genoa was in the hands of the Republicans, and 

 now came a time when the English residents were 



