Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, May, 1851.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, May, 1851.
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He stopped short, as if waiting for a reply from his silent guest. Pius,
however, but slightly inclined his head, and then sunk back into a sort
of apathy, which seemed inconsistent with even listening; while
Bonaparte, putting his foot on the rim of a stool, pushed it near the
Pope's chair, and thus continued, "It was, in good truth, as a Catholic
that such an incident gave me pain; for though I have never had time to
study theology, I have great confidence in the power of the church: it
has a prodigious vitality. Voltaire did it some damage in his time, but
I shall let loose upon him some unfrocked Oratorians: you'll be pleased,
if I mistake not, at the result. Now see, you and I may do many things
in common by-and-by, if you wish it." Then with an air at once juvenile
and careless, he continued, "For my part I do not see--I am weary of
conjecturing--what objection you can have to establish your see in
Paris, as it formerly was in Avignon. I will cede to you the palace of
the Tuilleries: I seldom occupy it. You will find there your apartments
prepared for you, as at Monte Cavallo. Do you not see, padre, that Paris
is the real capital of the world? As for me, I shall do whatever you
desire. You will find in me more docility than people give me credit
for. Provided that war and politics, with their fatigues, be left to me,
you may settle the church as you please: I shall be a soldier at your
orders. Do but consider what effect it would have, and how brilliant it
would be, were we to hold our councils as Constantine and Charlemagne
did in their time! I should merely open and close them, leaving the keys
of the world in your hands. As with the sword I came, the sword I should
retain, and with it the privilege of bringing it back for your
benediction after every victory achieved by our arms." And saying these
words he slightly bowed.
Pius, who up to that moment had remained motionless as a statue, slowly
raised his head, smiled pensively, and drawing a deep sigh, breathed out
one by one the syllables of the word, "_Com-me-di-an-te!_"
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