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　for　two　days；　brought　the　widow　a　lock　of　the　dead　man's　hair；
  but　at　last；　the　mob　still　strictly　searching；　seems　to　have
  abandoned　the　body；　and　conveyed　his　guest　on　board　the　VENGEANCE。
  The　Jenkins　also　had　their　refugees；　the　family　of　an　EMPLOYE
  threatened　by　a　decree。　　'You　should　have　seen　me　making　a　Union
  Jack　to　nail　over　our　door；'　writes　Mrs。　Jenkin。　　'I　never　worked
  so　fast　in　my　life。　　Monday　and　Tuesday；'　she　continues；　'were
  tolerably　quiet；　our　hearts　beating　fast　in　the　hope　of　La
  Marmora's　approach；　the　streets　barricaded；　and　none　but　foreigners
  and　women　allowed　to　leave　the　city。'　　On　Wednesday；　La　Marmora
  came　indeed；　but　in　the　ugly　form　of　a　bombardment；　and　that
  evening　the　Jenkins　sat　without　lights　about　their　drawing…room
  window；　'watching　the　huge　red　flashes　of　the　cannon'　from　the
  Brigato　and　La　Specula　forts；　and　hearkening；　not　without　some
  awful　pleasure；　to　the　thunder　of　the　cannonade。
  Lord　Hardwicke　intervened　between　the　rebels　and　La　Marmora；　and
  there　followed　a　troubled　armistice；　filled　with　the　voice　of
  panic。　　Now　the　VENGEANCE　was　known　to　be　cleared　for　action；　now
  it　was　rumoured　that　the　galley　slaves　were　to　be　let　loose　upon
  the　town；　and　now　that　the　troops　would　enter　it　by　storm。　　Crowds；
  trusting　in　the　Union　Jack　over　the　Jenkins'　door；　came　to　beg　them
  to　receive　their　linen　and　other　valuables；　nor　could　their
  instances　be　refused；　and　in　the　midst　of　all　this　bustle　and
  alarm；　piles　of　goods　must　be　examined　and　long　inventories　made。
  At　last　the　captain　decided　things　had　gone　too　far。　　He　himself
  apparently　remained　to　watch　over　the　linen；　but　at　five　o'clock　on
  the　Sunday　morning；　Aunt　Anna；　Fleeming；　and　his　mother　were　rowed
  in　a　pour　of　rain　on　board　an　English　merchantman；　to　suffer　'nine
  mortal　hours　of　agonising　suspense。'　　With　the　end　of　that　time；
  peace　was　restored。　　On　Tuesday　morning　officers　with　white　flags
  appeared　on　the　bastions；　then；　regiment　by　regiment；　the　troops
  marched　in；　two　hundred　men　sleeping　on　the　ground　floor　of　the
  Jenkins'　house；　thirty　thousand　in　all　entering　the　city；　but
  without　disturbance；　old　La　Marmora　being　a　commander　of　a　Roman
  sternness。
  With　the　return　of　quiet；　and　the　reopening　of　the　universities；　we
  behold　a　new　character；　Signor　Flaminio：　　the　professors；　it
  appears；　made　no　attempt　upon　the　Jenkin；　and　thus　readily
  italianised　the　Fleeming。　　He　came　well　recommended；　for　their
  friend　Ruffini　was　then；　or　soon　after；　raised　to　be　the　head　of
  the　University；　and　the　professors　were　very　kind　and　attentive；
  possibly　to　Ruffini's　PROTEGE；　perhaps　also　to　the　first　Protestant
  student。　　It　was　no　joke　for　Signor　Flaminio　at　first；　certificates
  had　to　be　got　from　Paris　and　from　Rector　Williams；　the　classics
  must　be　furbished　up　at　home　that　he　might　follow　Latin　lectures；
  examinations　bristled　in　the　path；　the　entrance　examination　with
  Latin　and　English　essay；　and　oral　trials　（much　softened　for　the
  foreigner）　in　Horace；　Tacitus；　and　Cicero；　and　the　first　University
  examination　only　three　months　later；　in　Italian　eloquence；　no　less；
  and　other　wider　subjects。　　On　one　point　the　first　Protestant
  student　was　moved　to　thank　his　stars：　　that　there　was　no　Greek
  required　for　the　degree。　　Little　did　he　think；　as　he　set　down　his
  gratitude；　how　much；　in　later　life　and　among　cribs　and
  dictionaries；　he　was　to　lament　this　circumstance；　nor　how　much　of
  that　later　life　he　was　to　spend　acquiring；　with　infinite　toil；　a
  shadow　of　what　he　might　then　have　got　with　ease　and　fully。　　But　if
  his　Genoese　education　was　in　this　particular　imperfect；　he　was
  fortunate　in　the　branches　that　more　immediately　touched　on　his
  career。　　The　physical　laboratory　was　the　best　mounted　in　Italy。
  Bancalari；　the　professor　of　natural　philosophy；　was　famous　in　his
  day；　by　what　seems　even　an　odd　coincidence；　he　went　deeply　into
  electromagnetism；　and　it　was　principally　in　that　subject　that
  Signor　Flaminio；　questioned　in　Latin　and　answering　in　Italian；
  passed　his　Master　of　Arts　degree　with　first…class　honours。　　That　he
  had　secured　the　notice　of　his　teachers；　one　circumstance
  sufficiently　proves。　　A　philosophical　society　was　started　under　the
  presidency　of　Mamiani；　'one　of　the　examiners　and　one　of　the　leaders
  of　the　Moderate　party'；　and　out　of　five　promising　students　brought
  forward　by　the　professors　to　attend　the　sittings　and　present
  essays；　Signor　Flaminio　was　one。　　I　cannot　find　that　he　ever　read
  an　essay；　and　indeed　I　think　his　hands　were　otherwise　too　full。　　He
  found　his　fellow…students　'not　such　a　bad　set　of　chaps；'　and
  preferred　the　Piedmontese　before　the　Genoese；　but　I　suspect　he
  mixed　not　very　freely　with　either。　　Not　only　were　his　days　filled
  with　university　work；　but　his　spare　hours　were　fully　dedicated　to
  the　arts　under　the　eye　of　a　beloved　task…mistress。　　He　worked　hard
  and　well　in　the　art　school；　where　he　obtained　a　silver　medal　'for　a
  couple　of　legs　the　size　of　life　drawn　from　one　of　Raphael's
  cartoons。'　　His　holidays　were　spent　in　sketching；　his　evenings；
  when　they　were　free；　at　the　theatre。　　Here　at　the　opera　he
  discovered　besides　a　taste　for　a　new　art；　the　art　of　music；　and　it
  was；　he　wrote；　'as　if　he　had　found　out　a　heaven　on　earth。'　　'I　am
  so　anxious　that　whatever　he　professes　to　know；　he　should　really
  perfectly　possess；'　his　mother　wrote；　'that　I　spare　no　pains'；
  neither　to　him　nor　to　myself；　she　might　have　added。　　And　so　when　he
  begged　to　be　allowed　to　learn　the　piano；　she　started　him　with
  characteristic　barbarity　on　the　scales；　and　heard　in　consequence
  'heart…rending　groans'　and　saw　'anguished　claspings　of　hands'　as　he
  lost　his　way　among　their　arid　intricacies。
  In　this　picture　of　the　lad　at　the　piano；　there　is　something；　for
  the　period；　girlish。　　He　was　indeed　his　mother's　boy；　and　it　was
  fortunate　his　mother　was　not　altogether　feminine。　　She　gave　her　son
  a　womanly　delicacy　in　morals；　to　a　man's　taste　…　to　his　own　taste
  in　later　life　…　too　finely　spun；　and　perhaps　more　elegant　than
  healthful。　　She　encouraged　him　besides　in　drawing…room　interests。
  But　in　other　points　her　influence　was　manlike。　　Filled　with　the
  spirit　of　thoroughness；　she　taught　him　to　make　of　the　least　of
  these　accomplishments　a　virile　task；　and　the　teaching　lasted　him
  through　life。　　Immersed　as　she　was　in　the　day's　movements　and
  buzzed　about　by　leading　Liberals；　she　handed　on　to　him　her　creed　in
  politics：　　an　enduring　kindness　for　Italy；　and　a　loyalty；　like　that
  of　many　clever　women；　to　the　Liberal　party　with　but　small　regard　to
  men　or　measures。　　This　attitude　of　mind　used　often　to　disappoint　me
  in　a　man　so　fond　of　logic；　but　I　see　now　how　it　was　learned　from
  the　bright　eyes　of　his　mother　and　to　the　sound　of　the　cannonades　of
  1848。　　To　some　of　her　defects；　besides；　she　made　him　heir。　　Kind　as
  was　the　bond　that　united　her　to　her　son；　kind　and　even　pretty；　she
  was　scarce　a　woman　to　adorn　a　home；　loving　as　she　did　to　shine；
  careless　as　she　was　of　domestic；　studious　of　public　graces。　　She
  probably　rejoiced　to　see　the　boy　grow　up　in　somewhat　of　the　image
  of　herself；　generous；　excessive；　enthusiastic；　external；　catching
  at　ideas；　brandishing　them　when　caught；　fiery　for　the　right；　but
  always　fiery；　ready　at　fifteen　to　correct　a　consul；　ready　at　fifty
  to　explain　to　any　artist　his　own　art。
  The　defects　and　advantages　of　suc