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aside to rest in the Church of the Madonna delle Grazie. f 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. Accustomed 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 vociferat- 

 ing, 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 in a position to pay some return for hospitality 

 received. Nor were they backward. Our Consul (the same 

 who had the benefit of correction from Fleeming) carried the 

 Intendente on board the Vengeance, escorting him through the 

 streets, getting along with him on board a shore boat, and when 

 the insurgents levelled their muskets, standing up and naming 

 himself, ' Console Inglese.' A friend of the Jenkins, Captain 

 Glynne, had a more painful, if a less dramatic part. One 

 Colonel Nosozzo had been killed (I read) while trying to prevent 

 his own artillery from firing on the mob ; but in that hell's 

 cauldron of a distracted city, there were no distinctions made, 

 and the Colonel's widow was hunted for her life. In her grief 

 and peril, the Glynnes received and hid her ; Captain Glynne 

 sought and found her husband's body among the slain, saved it' 



