The reminiscences . ing in London. There was indeed aninternational committee of revolutionary leaders, to give direc-tion to whatever revolutionary possibility might turn they could see any such possibilities among the hardactualities of the time, it is difficult to say. But, as a matter ofexperience, nothing can be more active and fatuous than theimagination, and nothing more eager, boundless, and patheticthan the credulity of the exile. To those whose eyes were opento the real situation, the international committee looked like agathering of specters moving about in a graveyard. W
The reminiscences . ing in London. There was indeed aninternational committee of revolutionary leaders, to give direc-tion to whatever revolutionary possibility might turn they could see any such possibilities among the hardactualities of the time, it is difficult to say. But, as a matter ofexperience, nothing can be more active and fatuous than theimagination, and nothing more eager, boundless, and patheticthan the credulity of the exile. To those whose eyes were opento the real situation, the international committee looked like agathering of specters moving about in a graveyard. Whether Mazzini was at the time in London, I do notknow. If he was, he held himself in that mysterious seclusioncharacteristic of him—a seclusion in which he met only his mostconfidential political agents and those English families whosemembers, completely under his wonderful fascination, were de-voted to him to the point of almost limitless self-sacrifice. But Kossuth was in London, and I promptly went to pay [50]. THE EEMINISCENCES OF CARL SCHURZmy respects. I had seen him only once, four years before, whenhe first visited England as the spokesman of his unfortunatecountry, which, after a most gallant struggle, had been over-powered by superior brute force. He was then the hero of theday. I have already described his entrance into London and theenthusiastic homage he received from what seemed to be almostthe whole English people; how it was considered a privilegeto be admitted to his presence, and how at a public reception hespoke a word to me that made me very proud and happy. Hehad then, at the invitation of the government,—I might say ofthe people of the United States,—proceeded to America, wherehe was received almost like a superior being, all classes of societysurging around him with measureless outbursts of enthusiasticadmiration. But he could not move the government of thisRepublic to active interference in favor of the independence ofHungary, nor did he obtain fr
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