Nevertheless, there were now and then occasions when the Florentine populace gratified their love of a holiday and testified to the purity of their Italian patriotism by turning out into the streets and kicking up a row.
It was on an occasion of this sort, that the narrow street called Por' Santa Maria, which runs up from the Ponte Vecchio to the Piazza, was thickly crowded with people.

A young lieutenant had been sent to that part of the town with a small detachment of cavalry to clear the streets.

Judging from the aspect of the people, as his men, coming down the Lung' Arno, turned into the narrow street, he did not half like the job before him.

He thought there certainly would be bloodshed.

And just as his men were turning the corner and beginning to push their horses into the crowd, one of them slipped sideways on the flagstones, with which, most distressingly to horses not used to them, the streets of Florence are paved, and came down with his rider partly under him.
The officer thought, "Now for trouble! That man will be killed to a certainty!" The crowd--who were filling the air with shouts of "_Morte!" "Abbasso l'Austria!" "Morte agli Austriaci_!"[1]--crowded round the fallen trooper, while the officer tried to push forward towards the spot.