'Viva  ritalia!  Viva  Carlo  Alberto!  Viva  Vitto-
rio ! '  were  the  cries  that  rang  from  regiment  to  regi-
ment, then  taken  up,  and  repeated  again  and  again,
throughout  the  camp.  Victor  Emmanuel  was  intoxi-
cated with  delight.  The  rare  honour  of  a  gold  medal
for  valour  was  awarded  to  him  ;  but  his  wound  was  more
precious  still.  It  was,  fortunately,  not  so  serious  as  to
disable  him  from  active  service,  but  enough  to  give  him
the  delicious  sensation  of  having  shed  his  blood  for
Italy.  He  did  not  conceal  his  boyish  delight  in  the  fact,
and  said  to  his  attendants,  '  How  the  Duke  of  Genoa
will  envy  me  this  ! '

Alas  !  it  was  a  short-lived  triumph.  The  glory  of
Goito  was  doomed  ere  long  to  be  extinguished  in  blood
and  tears.
