Rode slowly up the steep of golden sand
To San Pietro in Montorio.”
Then, standing by the grave which tells of the gratitude of Italia Una, we pictured the triumphant procession up that same Via Garibaldi, as the ashes of the patriots who had died for Italy were brought from far and wide to rest in the Rome they had loved so well.
My Roman Journal closes with a comment on Miss Buss’ most able guidance, and the conclusion—
“To be with her in Rome is something to be remembered. She is always an inspiration, with her splendid vitality and energy; but here, with her enthusiasm and her complete familiarity with every association, she is wonderful indeed—a living flame of fire.”
CHAPTER III.
SOCIAL LIFE.
“And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends.”
When we think of the vivid impressions of men and things that we might have had from one who enjoyed such varied experience, we cannot but regret that the press and hurry of her life made a diary an impossibility for Miss Buss.
In the early years of her work she succeeded in filling some small volumes, but when they were sought after her death, nothing remained but a few pages with notes of the childhood of her nephews and nieces.