[1697]
I am now going to discuss the alleged cohabitation of myself and my companions with the Sisters and the African girls which Your Eminence, in a singular gesture of paternal bounty has deigned to call to my attention in your latest revered letters, which I only received the day before yesterday in Paris.
[1698]
When I reached Cairo with my caravan on the eve of the Immaculate Conception last year, I housed the Sisters and the African girls in the European Hospital with the Sisters of St Joseph, while we were charitably given hospitality by the Franciscan Fathers and the Brothers of the Christian Schools. This lasted 10 days, until I rented the Maronite Convent of Old Cairo. The convent consists of two houses, one to the east and the other to the west of the church, which are completely separate from one another and which open onto the desert. In 1838, the Maronites bought another house to the west of the church, which they linked to the convent with a great wall. This house has its own door to the west, diametrically opposite the exits of the other two houses. This is where some oriental Sisters already lived. All three houses communicate with the church through as many doors which open onto a great courtyard. The Maronite friars live in the first house when they go to Old Cairo, I lived in the second house with my companions and the Sisters and the African girls lived in the third. To go into the courtyard, the latter had to pass through a locked inside door and then along a corridor on the ground floor which is also closed.
[1699]
Although I was not satisfied with this separation, because I am Italian and not French, (since this was a provisional arrangement) I also called in for advice our Franciscan parish priest Fr Pietro da Taggia, a venerable old man with a delicate conscience, and he assured me that the matter would be acceptable, with no kind of damage to our reputation. In fact, the separation in these two houses is certainly equal to that to be found in the African Seminary in Lyons and many other establishments of excellent repute that I have visited, in which the Sisters do the cooking, as the Sisters and African girls did for us.
[1700]
We lived in these two houses until 15th June, when I took a house larger than the above-mentioned houses, belonging to Mr Bahhry Bey. This has two large apartments and two floors which are served by a great staircase leading to a garden, to which is annexed another small garden of date trees divided by a high wall, where the chapel is located. The Sisters and the African girls are on the first floor; we are on the second. The Sisters have the 1st garden and the exit facing the Nile; we have the 2nd garden and the exit facing the town. Although our stay was completely provisional, until I managed to take another house for us, even while in Bahhry Bey’s house, before we entered it I called the Franciscan Fr Pietro and the Coptic parish priest to see if it was appropriate as provisional accommodation, and both found it most convenient as a dwelling. In fact there is more separation here between the Missionaries and the Sisters than there was in Rome when the Sisters of St Joseph lived on the first floors of the Casa Castellacci, while the Archbishop of Petra lived on the top floor with his brother and his large family.
[1701]
Finally it turned out that because the new Superior of the Maronites offered us his religious house on the best of terms, I definitively accepted, and now the Sisters and the African girls are in the Bahhry Bey house and the male College and my companions are in the Maronite Monastery, which are as far apart as Propaganda and Piazza Venezia.
[1702]
Ever since I had the idea of setting up these Institutes, I have always wanted them to be run according to the spirit of the Lord and in a manner appropriate to God’s work, so that their established purpose may be reached. The beginnings of a foundation are always arduous and clumsy and time is always needed to achieve a well-regulated arrangement. What is done in the first year is always a provisional affair: the slow passage of time, as with a mustard seed, gradually develops God’s work. During this provisional stage, after some reflection, I authorised three things: 1. Since everything is expensive in Egypt, and especially manual labour, I and my companions in the due and proper way acted as builders, blacksmiths, carpenters and painters, etc. even in the female house, to reorder it and save it from degradation. 2. Since a doctor’s visit in Old Cairo costs 8 scudi and Fr Zanoni, the Camillian, had a good knowledge of medicine which he had studied and practised for 15 years in the great hospitals, etc., I allowed him to practise medicine in the female Institute, but only as regards the prescription of a few remedies and never in tasks inappropriate to the dignity of a priest and religious; because, for such things, an able doctor from the Turkish hospital always came. I informed the Delegate of this. Zanoni was consulted several times by friars, Coptic priests and Poor Clares, and he was of service to many poor Turks: his name is blessed in all this. 3. I entrusted the immediate inspection of the female Institute to Fr Zanoni because he had a white beard and was 49, had previously directed nuns, had honourably served in the Venetian Crocifera Province, had been the Prefect of the Camillian House of Mantua and generally had a good reputation in Venetia. A man of prudence in my situation would have done the same.
[1703]
Having established appropriate rules from the beginning and set up the strictest vigilance, I supervised everything, including Fr Zanoni (because, O Eminence, I no longer trust anyone, not even my father, having been cheated even by Archbishops and friars), and things proceeded very well. The two small Institutes enjoyed and still enjoy a great reputation as regards morality, and have an excellent reputation among the Christians and the Turks and have been visited by laymen, priests, friars, nuns and Bishops and no one has ever made the slightest comment. It is certain that I would never have been content until I had found two houses half a mile from each other.
[1704]
In March we were struck by an onslaught of illnesses and especially by smallpox, which raged until July. All the Sisters were sick as well as nearly all the African girls, two African boys, Fr Franceschini and myself. The Mother Superior was in bed for three months and convalescing for one, three African girls and one boy died. As is natural in such disarray rules are observed up to a point, and I was very busy seeing to everything.
[1705]
It was during this calamitous period that Fr Giovanni Battista Zanoni (who was always in excellent health) abused of his delicate position, and choosing the moment that I was away in Cairo for financial matters, one at a time and on different occasions, he made several African girls strip naked on the pretext of treating them and saving them from death. When these girls refused or ran away, he stopped them and, holding the crucifix (incredible!) he begged them in the name of God for the love of the Crucifix and for their health, to let themselves be examined. Indeed, he managed to examine them in parts that it is not proper to name. In addition he had a special fondness for Maria Zarea, one of the African girls who wanted to be a nun, which changed into hatred when she realised and did not want to see him any more. Despite his 49 years, and his cunning, despite the exceptional conditions the Institute was in, Zanoni was unable to escape my vigilance. With the greatest care I proceeded to the most scrupulous enquiries, as well as putting on his guard Fr Carcereri, a religious of great conscience and enlightenment: and I discovered the absolute truth of the matter. Only God knows what a burden this cross has been to me. When I called Zanoni to redde rationem he had the courage to deny everything with reasons so childish that they would have convinced me of the truth, if I had not known it already. Fr Carcereri himself found the same thing.
[1706]
After this, I took the Bahhry house and, having occupied it in the above-mentioned way, I established rules that made any improprieties impossible. As soon as Zanoni fully realised his position, his lost reputation, the impossibility for him to remain in my Institute, being also greatly irritated at seeing his two Camillians opt for the truth by approving my actions and highly disapproving his behaviour, to save himself, he thought up the insane plan of discrediting the Institutes, dealing a mortal blow to them, me, Franceschini and Carcereri. It is for the latter especially that he harbours a deadly hatred, although he was treated by Carcereri as more than a brother.
[1707]
I do not know what steps Zanoni actually took. It seems tome that he tried to insinuate his ideas to the Delegate, to some Franciscan Fathers and to the Father who directs the Sisters of St Joseph at the Hospital, with whom I do not get on very well. I think he wrote in his way to Fr Guardi, and perhaps to Your Eminence. I think he wrote to many people in Verona and led them to believe that he is returning because of lack of funds.
[1708]
Whatever he did, I have put all my trust in God: Jesus is the only friend of those who are afflicted. If the other younger missionaries had failed at some point, I would have doubts, and feared that I had failed to provide a proper separation: but an old man of 49!!! Ah! I think Zanoni did not reach this point all of a sudden. One reaches iniquity step by step. The fact is that Zanoni left Cairo having had false medical certificates made for himself and with a thousand swindles. He was the healthiest and strongest of us all. The female Institute is now progressing very well and has an excellent reputation among Christians and Turks, and it is pursuing its mission of bringing infidel souls out of darkness. Already on the feast of the Assumption three African girls were baptised, as I had hinted to Your Eminence last June.
[1709]
I will write to you again on the Zanoni affair. The past is always a lesson for the future. The Delegate will have informed the Sacred Congregation about what happened. Your Eminence will see that in this new storm the enemy of human health has again sought to do me harm, and you will understand that the tempests bearing down upon me are so many that it will be a miracle if I can endure the burden of so many crosses. But I feel so full of strength and courage and trust in God and the Blessed Virgin Mary that I am sure that I will overcome everything and will prepare myself for other greater crosses in the future.
[1710]
I already see and understand that the Cross is such a friend to me that I have for some time chosen it as my eternal and inseparable Bride. So the Cross will be my beloved bride and my wise and prudent teacher, Mary will be my dearest mother and Jesus my all. In their company, Most Eminent Prince, I fear neither the storms of Rome, nor the tempests of Egypt, nor the turmoil of Verona, nor the clouds of Lyons and Paris. Slowly and surely, walking on thorny ground, I will succeed in establishing and giving life to the proposed Work for the regeneration of Africa, which has been abandoned by everybody, and which is the hardest and most challenging work of the Catholic apostolate. Though unworthy of being heard, I commend myself to Your Most Reverend Eminence. May you be my master, physician, teacher and father. I have no other concern than that of soundly establishing the little Seminary in Verona and the two small Institutes in Cairo. Fr Alessandro del Bosco is a pearl for the Verona Seminary. He tells me that Fr Rolleri is a good missionary: little by little we shall do everything. I see now in practice that what Your Eminence had the kindness to tell me and write to me is in fact coming true: “with time”, as you said, “slowly, with prudence and prayer”. I would add the Cross; but I seem to hear Your Eminence reply: “the cross which comes from God, not the one due to one’s own foolishness”. Finally I offer you my deepest veneration and gratitude, as I ask you to forgive me for everything. I kiss the Sacred purple and remain
Your Most Reverend Eminence’s
most humble, obedient and respectful son
Fr Daniel Comboni
I send this letter through the Apostolic Nuncio because it touches on
delicate matters.