But this is what strikes me in the one written from Rome, on March 5, 1829.

'My son, our son, that is my great, my only anxiety.

How to secure for him the future position of which I dream?
The nobles of former times were not worried in this way.

In those days I would have gone to the king, who, with a word, would have assured the child's position in the world.

To-day, the king who governs with difficulty his disaffected subjects can do nothing.