THE ARMY.

军队

Sunday, 11th.

十一日，星期日

The National Festival Day. Postponed for a week on account of the death of Garibaldi.

THE ARMY.

军队

Sunday, 11th.

十一日，星期日

The National Festival Day. Postponed for a week on account of the death of Garibaldi.

（因格里勒尔第将军之丧，国庆回延迟一周。）

We have been to the Piazza Castello, to see the review of soldiers, who defiled before the commandant of the army corps, between two vast lines of people. As they marched past to the sound of flourishes from trumpets and bands, my father pointed out to me the Corps and the glories of the banners.

今天到配寨·卡斯德罗去看阅兵式。司令官率领兵队，在作了二列站着的观者间通过，喇叭和乐队的乐曲调和地合奏着。在军队进行中，父亲把队名和军旗一一指给我看。

First, the pupils of the Academy, those who will become officers in the Engineers and the Artillery, about three hundred in number, dressed in black, passed with the bold and easy elegance of students and soldiers. After them defiled the infantry, the brigade of Aosta, which fought at Goito and at San Martino, and the Bergamo brigade, which fought at Castelfidardo, four regiments of them, company after company, thousands of red aiguillettes, which seemed like so many double and very long garlands of blood-colored flowers, extended and agitated from the two ends, and borne athwart the crowd. After the infantry, the soldiers of the Mining Corps advanced, the workingmen of war, with their plumes of black horse-tails, and their crimson bands; and while these were passing, we beheld advancing behind them hundreds of long, straight plumes, which rose above the heads of the spectators; they were the mountaineers, the defenders of the portals of Italy, all tall, rosy, and stalwart, with hats of Calabrian fashion, and revers of a beautiful, bright green, the color of the grass on their native mountains.

最初来的是炮兵工校的学生，人数约有三百，一律穿着黑服，勇敢地过去了。其次是步兵：有在哥伊托和桑马底诺战争过的奥斯泰旅团，有在卡斯德尔费达度战争过的勃卡漠旅团，共有四联队。一队一队地前进，无数的红带连续飘动，其状恰像花朵。步兵之后就是工兵，这是陆军中的工人，帽上饰着黑色的马尾，缀着红色的丝边。工兵后面接着又是数百个帽上有直而长的装饰的兵士，这是作意大利干城的山岳兵，高大褐色而壮健，都戴着格拉勃利亚型的帽子，那鲜碧的帽檐表示着故山的草色。

The mountaineers were still marching past, when a quiver ran through the crowd, and the bersaglieri, the old twelfth battalion, the first who entered Rome through the breach at the Porta Pia, bronzed, alert, brisk, with fluttering plumes, passed like a wave in a sea of black, making the piazza ring with the shrill blasts of their trumpets, which seemed shouts of joy.

山岳兵还没有走尽，群众就波动起来。接着来的是射击兵，就是那最先入罗马的有名的十二大队。帽上的装饰因风俯伏着，全体像黑色波浪似的通过。