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THE ARMY.
軍隊
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.
軍隊
Sunday, 11th.
十一日，星期日
The National Festival Day. Postponed for a week on account of the death of Garibaldi.
（因格里勒爾第將軍之喪，國慶回延遲一周。）
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·卡斯德羅去看閱兵式。司令官率領兵隊，在作了二列站著的觀者間通過，喇叭和樂隊的樂曲調和地合奏著。在軍隊進行中，父親把隊名和軍旗一一指給我看。
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.
最初來的是炮兵工校的學生，人數約有三百，一律穿著黑服，勇敢地過去了。其次是步兵：有在哥伊托和桑馬底諾戰爭過的奧斯泰旅團，有在卡斯德爾費達度戰爭過的勃卡漠旅團，共有四聯隊。一隊一隊地前進，無數的紅帶連續飄動，其狀恰像花朵。步兵之后就是工兵，這是陸軍中的工人，帽上飾著黑色的馬尾，綴著紅色的絲邊。工兵后面接著又是數百個帽上有直而長的裝飾的兵士，這是作意大利干城的山岳兵，高大褐色而壯健，都戴著格拉勃利亞型的帽子，那鮮碧的帽檐表示著故山的草色。
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.
山岳兵還沒有走盡，群眾就波動起來。接著來的是射擊兵，就是那最先入羅馬的有名的十二大隊。帽上的裝飾因風俯伏著，全體像黑色波浪似的通過。
