The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-08-20
PAPA SARTO IN
INTIMATE MEMORY
Recollections Of q Young We
netian of the Patriarch as
a Family Friend.
THE FRIEND OF ALL VENICE
Simple Events in the Life Of a
Very Simple and Low
able Pastor.
THE FRIEND OF ALL VENICE


name shall not be used in the paper.
I shall tell you OF our good Papa Sarto.
for II does not seem proper to vene-
tians to have the names of women In
the journals; little when they are mar
ried, when they are young girls not at
ALL"
Under this stipulation earnestly in
sisted upon II is permissible to say
that the young lady who entertains
these pleasant personal memories OF
Pope Plus as family friend IL
a resident now OF Brooklyn, but In her
earlier years Venetian. In her child
hood homo in the city Of ST. Mark Car
dlnal Sarto, archbishop OF the evenge-
lists see, patriarch and red hated car
dinal. was an intimate. she knew him
as a child; he holds her sweet affection
as he has ever held the affection OF all
Venetiane.
Last year when was in Rome ]
saw him in the basilica, but. oh. so far
away. He was 80 remote, 70 high, 80
altogether pontiff that II seemed hard
for him to be there. I knew he would
so much rather be with us all. be with
his 'Wh utdI ptOpic III NbN
which was always 30 dear to him. 20
dear TO us Venetians He was borne
on the shoulders of men, the sedla ges-
| tatoria that belongs to Popes. Bot I
am sure that he would rather have
gone trotting around on his own sturdy
! legs. You know we cannot walk very
far In Venice, the water IL everywhere.
Yet I recall that more than once he
| - ha nj "A l.
| ing gondola. To be carried from
place to place he used to calculate.
Then why do you suppose the Lord
and why did he give me legs to walk
upon?'
A stirring sight.
ut was a stirring sight to see the
Pope in all his pomp. the dignified head
of the Church. but l felt all the time
how remote he seemed and how weary
poor simple old man. Think how he
| would have enjoyed II II II were not
| in the sacred place and I could speak
intimately to him in our own Venetian
You know how hard that speech is:
II must be for that reason that we who
come from the Lido prize our OWN Ian
| Eu1Et anu our IltdI 10 EIoW
we hear II far from Venice. 1t was a
tongue very dear to him, for he was
all Venetian.
| 81 cannot tell you when first ! knew
Papa Sarto, for grew up knowing him
our acquaintance began at the earliest
for II was he who baptized me and
made me baby Christian. The earliest
recollections OF my childhood are OF his
/ 49, - NJ.
always with some one OF the monsignor
of his palace. The monsignori were al
ways dignified and very solemn. but the
patriarch seemed no more than a gay
playfellow and must have amused him
for I believe I was n pranky child.
when / was a little older remember
that he visited my school, The teacher
was anxious for us all TO do our best sc
that the school might make good i'm.
preston on him; we had exercises sc
that we might show off after the limo.
cent manner Of schools everywhere. One
of the older girls had TO speak a little
piece. TO make some sort OF an address
and then l was to do something that a
younger child might do, present him
with bouquet perhaps. But the older
girl was scared; in the middle Of her
speech she broke down and forgot VIVA,
she had learned. Our teacher was much
mortified at the failure Of tho exhibition
and motioned tho big girl to her sea,
and babe me 60 on
But I was an obstinate little piece
knew that It would spoil the pleasure
for our dear Cardinal. So stood riKh,
up on the platform and scolded the big
girl for being scared of the Cardinal
when he was only Papa Sarto. whom we
all loved. I stood up before them all
and shrieked at her: This you must