numerous corporations, marched across the Champs de Mars, and through the gates of Turin, a noble enthusiasm took possession of the assembled population. On all sides was heard the exclamation; “Long live the Waldenses, our brothers!” Handkerchiefs waved from every window, flags floated, flowers were thrown; people seized and shook their hands amidst congratulations and tears of joy. Catholic priests were even seen to hasten forth from the crowd, and embrace various of the new brethren. During the hours which followed, and until the corporations separated, were the Waldenses the object of the affectionate regard and homage of all. It was a festival of brethren, in which the youngest, long under-valued brother was now become the most beloved, the Benjamin of all. M. Meille retained a memory of this day, which even now overpowered his heart.
From this time, the Waldenses have not had the slightest occasion to complain of the government of Piedmont. Quite the reverse. Carlo Alberto's son, Victor Emanuel, steadfastly upholds the Constitution, the maintenance of which was his father's legacy to him; and his distinguished and, in all ways, progressive ministry, under the guidance of Cavour and Azeglio, interprets to the advantage of the Waldenses, every doubtful question of the Constitution. Cavour desires freedom of conscience on the ground of principle, and knows how to defend it with a steady hand. Hence he has, not long since, defended the Waldenses' project of building churches for their congregation in Turin and Genoa. In vain the Bishop of Pignerol, Monsignore Charvaz, fell on his knees before the
