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.
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