This conversation was not without its good effects. My two canons began to open their eyes. Some years afterwards I met one of them at Naples, who told me of a work on the Bible which they had undertaken conjointly. Their views were truly Christian. May it be the will of God that through faith they may be regenerated into newness of life.
I continued to pay my parting visits, letting all my friends know that I was about to leave Rome.
"You intend," observed some of them, "to return to us, we hope."
"I cannot say," I replied; "I do not think my return probable."
"Oh! but you will though," said Monsignore Ubaldini, "a canon of St. Peter's assured me that you would return to Rome to be consecrated bishop. The pope told Monsignore Acton so, the other day, when he was speaking about you."
"May Heaven preserve me from such a misfortune! If I could have foreseen such an intention on the part of the pope, I should have done all in my power to have got out of the way of such a chastisement from God."
"How! do you call a bishopric a chastisement from God?"
"And can you esteem it otherwise? The office of a bishop, such as it is at present in the Romish Church, is altogether unscriptural. Read the Epistles of St. Paul to Timothy and to Titus, and compare what a bishop ought to be, with what he really is."
"Well, if you were to be made bishop, you might begin by giving a better example."
"Yes, and that would serve to send me more speedily to the Inquisition."