National Festivals
In those days a strange event took place which caused no little upset to our meetings. People wanted our humble Oratory to take part in public demonstrations which were being staged in cities and towns under the name of national festivals. Those who took part in them and wished to make a public display of their patriotism parted their hair in the middle and let it fall in curls in the back; they wore tight-fitting jackets of various colours, and a national flag, a medal, and a blue cockade on the breast. Thus attired, they went in procession singing anthems to national unity.
The chief promoter of these demonstrations was Marquis Robert d’Azeglio. He sent us a formal invitation. Despite my refusal, he sent us whatever we would need to make an honourable appearance with the rest. A spot was reserved for us in Piazza Vittorio, amongst all the organisations of whatever name, purpose, and condition. What was I to do? To refuse was to declare myself an enemy of Italy. To acquiesce would mean accepting principles which I judged would have disastrous results.
My Lord Marquis, I answered, this family of mine, these boys who come here from all over the city, are not a corporation. I would make a laughing stock of myself were I to pretend to make my own an institution which depends entirely on civic charity.
Exactly. Let civic charity know that this newborn work isn’t against modern institutions. That will work to your advantage. Support for your work will increase. The city council and I myself will give you generous help.
My Lord Marquis, it is my firm system to keep out of anything political. Never pro, never con.
What do you want to do, then?
To do what little good I can for abandoned youngsters, using all my powers to make them good Christians in regard to religion, honest citizens in civil society.
I understand all that, replied the Marquis. But you’re making a mistake. If you persist in this principle, everybody will abandon you, and your work will become impossible. One must study the world, understand it, and shape both old and new institutions to the needs of the times.
Thank you for your goodwill and the advice you offer. Invite me anywhere that a priest can exercise charity, and you’ll find me ready to sacrifice life and means. But I want now and always to remain outside politics.
That renowned nobleman went away satisfied. From that day on he had no further dealings with us. After him many other laymen and priests deserted me. More than that, I was left quite alone after the incident I am now about to relate.