it. As he once wrote of himself—moderate
in opinion, he was favourable, rather than not, to
extreme and audacious means. However long it
may have been before the union of all parts of Italy
seemed to Cavour a goal within the range of practical
politics (that he always thought it a desirable goal
there is not the smallest doubt), there was one, the
Tiresias of the old order, who said boldly to the
Prime Minister of Piedmont at this very juncture:
You are steering straight to Italian unity. Solaro
de la Margherita, who once declared that “in
speaking of kings all who had not sold their consciences
were seized with religious terror,” saw what
he would not see, more clearly than it was seen by
those who would have died to make it true. Standing
on the brink of the past, the old statesman warned
back the future. In the debate on the loan for
thirty million francs required to meet the excess
in war expenditure (January 14), Count Solaro said:
“The object, Italian unity, is not hidden in
the mysteries of the Cabinet; it glimmers out, clear
as the light of day, from the concatenation of so
many circumstances that I lift the veil of no arcanum
in speaking of it; and even if I did, it would be my
duty to lift it and warn all concerned of the unwisdom
and impropriety of those aspirations.”
Deny it who would, he continued, unity was what was
aimed at—what was laboured for with indefatigable
activity. Italian unity! How could it sound
to the other Italian princes? What was its real
meaning for the Pope? The unity of Italy could
only be achieved either by submitting the whole peninsula
to the Roman Pontiff or by depriving him of the temporal
power. And the speaker ended by prophesying,
his only prophecy which failed, that this shocking
event would not happen in the present century, whatever
God might permit in the next.
An unwary minister would have taken up the ball and
thrown it back. Cavour’s presence of mind
prompted him to leave it where it lay. He did
not say, “No, we are not working for Italian
unity; no, we do not wish to overthrow the Pope.”
He answered that in speaking of the future of Italy
it was impossible for a Piedmontese minister to entirely
separate his desires, his sympathies, from what he
considered his political duty: hence there was
no more slippery ground than that on which, with consummate
art, the Deputy Solaro de la Margherita had tried
to draw him. But, he said, he would avail himself
of the privilege generally conceded to the ministers
of a constitutional government when questions were
still pending—to defer his reply till the
case was closed (a guerra finita).
CHAPTER VII
THE CONGRESS OF PARIS