By C. C.
Martindale
ON arriving in Rome, we naively
promised ourselves a speedy visit to the new Apostleship of the Sea centre down the Tiber. Vain imagination. In the few hours left free to us, we would hardly have bestirred ourselves to go to paradise,
had it been a couple, of miles away. All the more pleased were we, when offered the chance to study some historical details about the care for the poor in Rome, to learn about a very earty version of this same enterprise.
EroPolanco was SE. Tgrlatit15.fi Necr etary, and wrote a " Chronicle,' and in his account of what happened in the year 1538 he mentions pleasantly that the divine Fisherman went a-fishing among those other fishermen who haunt the part of the Tiber known as Riga, or " the bank " — almost, the Embankment, though it didn't resemble ours:
" At first, whet; the men did not know us or what we were up to, they resented what we said, and in fact laughed at us— for that class of seafarer has not usually the reputation of exalted sanctitiy