When I set out from Rome, he insisted on accompanying me beyond the walls.
"I reached Palestrina that night, and was kindly received by your nephew John.

He is a young man of great hopes, and follows the steps of his ancestors.
"I arrived at Naples the 11th of October.

Heavens, what a change has the death of one man produced in that place! No one would know it now.
Religion, Justice, and Truth are banished.

I think I am at Memphis, Babylon, or Mecca.

In the stead of a king so just and so pious, a little monk, fat, rosy, barefooted, with a shorn head, and half covered with a dirty mantle, bent by hypocrisy more than by age, lost in debauchery whilst proud of his affected poverty, and still more of the real wealth he has amassed--this man holds the reins of this staggering empire.