He had no other aspiration than good, he refused honors, he scorned death, he adored Italy. When he uttered his war-cry, legions of valorous men hastened to him from all quarters; gentlemen left their palaces, workmen their ships, youths their schools, to go and fight in the sunshine of his glory. In time of war he wore a red shirt. He was strong, blond, and handsome. On the field of battle he was a thunder-bolt, in his affections he was a child, in affliction a saint. Thousands of Italians have died for their country, happy, if, when dying, they saw him pass victorious in the distance; thousands would have allowed themselves to be killed for him; millions have blessed and will bless him.

他是个以行善事为唯一志愿，不慕荣利，不计生命，热爱意大利的人。他振臂一呼，各处勇敢人士就立刻在他面前聚集：绅士弃了他们的邸宅，海员弃了他们的船舶，青年弃了他们的学校，来到他那赫赫光荣之旗下作战。他战时常着红衣，是个强健美貌而优雅的人。他在战阵中威如雷电，在平时柔如小孩，在患难中刻苦如圣者。意大利几千的战士于垂死时，只要一望见这威风堂堂的将军的面影，就都愿为他而死。愿为将军牺牲自己生命的，不知有几千人，几万人都曾为将军祝福，或愿为将军祝福。

He is dead. The whole world mourns him. You do not understand him now. But you will read of his deeds, you will constantly hear him spoken of in the course of your life; and gradually, as you grow up, his image will grow before you; when you become a man, you will behold him as a giant; and when you are no longer in the world, when your sons' sons and those who shall be born from them are no longer among the living, the generations will still behold on high his luminous head as a redeemer of the peoples, crowned by the names of his victories as with a circlet of stars; and the brow and the soul of every Italian will beam when he utters his name.

将军死了，全世界都哀悼着将军。体现在还未能知将军，以后当有机会读将军的传记，或听人说将军的遗事。你逐渐成长，将军的面影在你前面也会跟着加大，你到成为大人的时候，将军会巨人似的工在你面前。到你去世了，你的子孙以及子孙的子孙都去世以后，这民族对于他那日星般彪炳的面影，还当做人民的救星永远景仰吧。意大利人的眉，将因呼他的名而扬，意大利人的胆，将因呼他的名而壮吧。

THY FATHER.

父亲