L'Eglise Aristotelicienne Romaine The Roman and Aristotelic Church

[deliriuma]

Le diacre testerin n'avait pas l'habitude de se rendre à Rome, mais il lui était impensable de ne pas assister à la cérémonie qui allait bientôt débuter en la basilique.

Le souverain pontif n'était plus, mais son âme prenait la direction du paradis Solaire et Deli priait pour que son chemin soit paisible et chaleureux.

La place Saint-Titus regorgeait de monde, les saluts et révérences se firent discrètes et solennelles. Il était presque à regretter que se soit un tel évènement qui puisse rassembler tant de clercs, de prélats, représentants de l'église, mais cela démontrer l'importance de l'évènement et de la personne qui serait mise à l'honneur dans cette funèbre cérémonie.

[Philipdikingsbridge]

The Vicarius Urbis arrived in a carriage at the basilica of St. Titus. It was a sad day it is very important for the Holy Church, because the soul of the Holy Father was returned to God. When the coach stopped in front of the staircase, he rides quietly with his hands clasped and entered into the holy place full of faithful. He sat near the First Chaplain of the Episcopal Guard, Tadeus , man who knew him well and nodding toward him, waited for the start of the funeral ceremony.


Il Vicarius Urbis arrivò in carrozza presso la basilica di San Tito. Era un giorno triste e molto importante per la Santa Chiesa, perchè l'anima del Santo padre veniva restituiva a Dio.
Quando la carrozza si fermò davanti alla scalinata, egli discese in silenzio con le mani giunte ed entrò nel luogo sacro pieno di fedeli.
Egli si sedette al fianco del Primo Cappellano della Guardia Episcopale Tadeus, uomo che conosceva bene e annuendo verso di lui, attese l'inizio della cerimonia funebre.
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[jerem51]

Le Prieur de la Congrégation de St-Thomas, théologue du Saint-Office arriva à son tour dans la Basilique.
Il s'avança au milieu de la nef, saluant au passage quelques connaissances puis alla s'asseoir à l'endroit réservé aux membres du Saint-Office, principaux collaborateurs du défunt pape en ce qui concernait la doctrine de l'Eglise.

[Fenice]

Monsignora Fenice, vescovo di Reggio di Lombardia, raggiunse il proprio posto accanto agli altri membri del clero italico e si immerse in preghiera.
L'occasione era particolare, e assai dolorosa: il funerale del Santo Padre aveva gettato da giorni la Chiesa intera nel lutto.
Madre Fenice era stata a visitare devotamente la camera ardente, ed ora avrebbe salutato il Pontefice, affidandolo all'Onnipotente affinché lo accogliesse presso di sé.

La morte di un Pontefice è diversa da quella di un altro uomo? si chiese, e la risposta negativa le attraversò la mente con convinzione. Siamo uguali di fronte al nostro Creatore.
Chinò la testa e pregò per il bene di ogni defunto e di ogni vivente.

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Monsignora Fenice, bishop of Reggio di Lombardia, reached her place alongside the other members of the Italian clergy and immersed herself in prayer.
The occasion was special, and very painful: the funeral of the Holy Father had thrown the whole Church for days in mourning.
Mother Fenice had gone to visit devoutly the death chapel, and now she greeted the Pope, entrusting him to the Almighty to welcome him.

The death of a Pope is different from that of another man? she wondered, and the negative response crossed her mind with conviction. We are equal before our Creator.
She bowed her head and prayed for the good of every dead and of every living person.


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[Albrecht]

Like many things, news of Pope Eugene's passing reached Ireland slowly. But when it finally did, the news was met with jubilation from the natives, who were long indignant toward Rome for what they perceived to be its apathy toward the Irish faithful. Revelers filled the streets of Corcaigh and Port Lairge, celebrating what they hoped would be the dawning of a new age of spiritual growth and revival.

Father Albrecht, the newly-appointed Archbishop of Cashel, was somewhat perplexed by the reaction to Eugene's passing. As Ireland's longest-serving churchman he certainly knew and understood the people's frustrations. But a death is a death, and as much as he empathized with his flock, he simply could not celebrate on such a sorrowful occasion. Instead he packed an small bag and made his way to the harbor to board the earliest ship to Rome.

The voyage went by much more quickly than he anticipated, and when he disembarked the ship in Rome he was taken aback by the sheer scale of the city. Although he had heard stories of Rome, this was his first visit to the Holy City and he didn't quite know how to react. Walking the streets of the city of the Church's founding awakened in him feelings long buried. At long last, he felt again as he had at the time of his baptism by Deaconness Leanasidhe in the Coventry church all those many years ago.

After wandering the streets for what must have been hours, he finally made his way to the cathedral, took his seat with the rest of the Irish delegation, and bowed his head in silent prayer.
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Archbishop of Cashel
6-term Judge of An Mumhain (retired)
15-term mayor of Cashel and Corcaigh (retired)

[Hubertsberg]

Als Hubertsberg vom Tod des Papstes hörte reiste er ebenfalls nach Rom um dem Begräbnis beizuwohnen. Er wollte immer schon einmal hierher reisen und nun war aus diesem traurigem Anlaß der Zeitpunkt der Reise gekommen.

As Hubertsberg heard of the death of the Pope he traveled to Rome over the funeral to likewise attend. It wanted to travel always already once here and now from this sad cause the time of the journey had come.

[Aaron]

Après avoir salué messeigneurs Hakon, UterPendragon et Graoully, le cardinal de Reims remonta la nef en processions depuis l’entrée de la basilique, accompagné par une ribambelle de diacres, de prêtres et d’archiprêtres qui se suivaient, deux par deux, en une longue colonne, tenant chacun dans leurs mains, tantôt une bougie, tantôt un bouquet de fleurs blanches. D’un pas lourd et en cadences, ils semblaient suivre à l’unisson le rythme donné par le chœur d’hommes qui chantait d’une voix grave et caverneuse.

Sinistre pompe ou solennelles funérailles, chacun vivait l’instant avec un esprit différent. L’un était inquiet du futur, l’autre confiant dans l’avenir.

La basilique avait été décorée et aménagée pour l’occasion. De grands dais noirs liserés argent pendaient entre les arcs, des monceaux de fleurs garnissaient le pied des colonnes de marbre et de porphyre qui montaient vers le Ciel, comme pour indiquer le chemin que chaque âme d’ici-bas allait prendre. L’ambiance était au recueillement.

Enfin tous installer, les évêques, archevêques et cardinaux, revêtus de leurs plus belles tenues pourpres, violettes ou blanches, aux premiers rangs, en arc de cercle autour de la piteuse dépouille enfermée dans son cercueil de zinc, le doyen entama le service par un mot d’accueil…

Chers pairs, chers frères, chers fidèles,… Comment entamer une cérémonie comme celle qui s’ouvre en cet instant ? Comment trouver les mots justes et honnêtes pour accomplir l’ultime sacrement que recevra aujourd’hui un père qui fut nôtre durant plus de cinq années ? D’aucun n’ont jamais vu son visage, tous juste quelques uns ont-ils put entrevoir sa silhouette au détoure des chambres apostoliques, mais tous nous avons sentit sa présence par la prière et la communion qui habite notre communauté. Nous savions que tel un père, il gardait les yeux rivés sur ses enfants, sur ceux qu’il devait guider. Juste avant sa mort, à nous autres cardinaux qui l’avons soutenu dans ses derniers moments de vie, il nous a laissé une ultime image de tendresse, de calme et de sérénité…

Laissons-nous nous pénétrer par cette image de quiétude afin de prier pour le repos de son âme durant toute cette cérémonie d’adieu qui annonce le long voyage que le souverain pontife Eugène entame aujourd’hui vers l’astre diurne qui rempli nos cœur de chaleur et de vie. Réservons nos pleures et notre tristesse pour plus tard, et célébrons le départ de notre berger pour son voyage de retour vers le Père Universel…

Silencieusement, le cardinal de Nagan se retira, en inclinant la tête en signe de respect en direction du cercueil posé la au devant de tous, sous le regard unique de Dieu Tout-Puissant.


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After greeting my lords Hakon, and UterPendragon Graoully, Cardinal de Reims went up the aisle in procession from the entrance of the basilica, accompanied by a string of deacons, priests and archpriests that followed, two by two in a long column, each holding in their hands, sometimes a candle, sometimes a bouquet of white flowers. In a heavy pace and they seemed to follow in unison rhythm given by the male chorus singing in a deep voice and cavernous.

Disaster pump or solemn funeral, everyone lived the moment with a different spirit. One was concerned about the future, the other confident in the future.

The basilica was decorated and furnished for the occasion. Large black canopies hung silver edging between the arches, piles of flowers adorned the foot of the columns of marble and porphyry, which rose to heaven, as if to indicate the path of every soul on earth would take. The atmosphere was meditation.

Finally install all the bishops, archbishops and cardinals, dressed in their finest outfits purple, violet or white, the front ranks, in an arc around the pitiful remains locked in the coffin of zinc, Dean began the service by a word of welcome ...

Dear peers, brothers, dear faithful, ... How to start a ceremony like the one that opens at that moment? How to find the right words and honest to do the last sacrament to be received by a father who was now ours for more than five years? In no never saw his face, all have just a few they could glimpse the silhouette at the bend of the apostolic chamber, but we all felt his presence through prayer and the communion that our community lives. We knew as a father, he kept his eyes on his children, of whom he was guiding. Just before his death to us cardinals who argued in his last moments of life, he left us a final picture of tenderness, calm and serenity ...

Let us enter on this image of quiet to pray for the repose of his soul during this farewell ceremony announcing the long journey that Pope Eugene begins today to the star that day filled the heart of our warmth and life. Reserve our tears and our sadness for later, and celebrate the start of our shepherd for his journey back to the Universal Father ...

Silently, Cardinal Nagan withdrew, bowing his head to show respect towards the coffin, asked in front of everyone, under the unique perspective of God Almighty.
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Patriarche in Partibus d'Alexandrie

[Marco_Castello]

De Naples arriva un groupe de musiciens et de chanteurs, qui étaient envoyés par Monseigneur Marco Castello. Après s’être positionnés dans l'Eglise, ne sachant que faire, ils envoyèrent le chef du groupe auprès du Cardinal Aaron. Le chef du groupe demanda au cardinal:

Monsignore, Monsignore Marco Castello ci ha mandati per il funerale di Sua Santità. Ha composto un pezzo da farci suonare e cantare . Possiamo?

Il fit, au même moment, un signe, pour indiquer à ses compagnons de se taire. Cependant, cela n'eu pas l'effet voulu. Le groupe commença à entonner.

La chanson.
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[Charles Diftain]

Charles qui était présent à Rome, pouvait en aucun cas manquer les funérailles du Saint Pontife, en ce jour.

Il arriva en la Basilique Saint Titus, vit de nombreuses personnes présentes puis fit un signe de tête en guise de salutations. Il attendit, silencieusement, avant que l'office ne commence.
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[Aaron]

Un homme, vêtu à la mode italienne, s'approcha du cardinal, alors assit dans une immense chaire de marbre dont les pieds, en forme de patte de lion arboraient des griffes dorées à l'or fin.

Le prélat du se concentrer pour comprendre cet italien qui s'adressa à lui dans son dialecte natal. Ayant compris en substance et répondant dans un italien approximatif...

Si, si... Mmmmm questi Uomini... - Dit-il en indiquant de la main le groupe d'homme qui se mit à chanter...

Si, magnifico... Euh... Si uniscono al coro della... aaa... basilica. Io do loro il tempo libero, Mmm... di scegliere le canzoni.

Tchiouf...

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A man, dressed in Italian fashion, approached the Cardinal, then sat in a huge marble pulpit whose feet, in the shape of lion's paw wore golden crowns in gold.

The prelate's focus to understand the Italian spoke to him in his native dialect. Having understood the substance and responding in a rough Italian ...

Si, si... Mmmmm questi Uomini... he says, indicating the hand of man that the group began to sing ...

Si, magnifico... Euh... Si uniscono al coro della... aaa... basilica. Io do loro il tempo libero, Mmm... di scegliere le canzoni.

Tchiouf ...
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Patriarche in Partibus d'Alexandrie

[syounger]

Having now been an ordained member of the Church for some 5 years & just about to hold his 5 Diocese office the Cardinal Emeritus really should be better frequented with Rome & its corridors but in truth has always found it difficult & a bit scary but trying to put past difficulties behind him knows it is important not just to mourn the loss of a Pope but to represent the Church in England & to show all in Rome that while we may disagree on something’s we all travel here for one purpose untied in our loss, united in our faith.
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Cardinal Bishop in Partibus of Augusta Former Bishop of Portsmouth, Whithorn, Glasgow, Hereford & Worcester

[Monsterguid]

The afternoon was cold, as was expected, because of the event, so sad and painful. The death of a Pope.

The Count of Vilar Maior left his carriage and followed by four acolytes, came silently in the great Basilica of St. Titus for the funeral ceremony.

The old priest was wearing his cassock with gold, white surplice, a beautiful and long cape lined in red inside and black on the outside, priestly barrette, a silver cross and in his hand his brought a beautiful ring in gold with a red stone - a symbol of nobility - and his little book of prayers in Latin.

- Requiescat in Pace Eugenius Quintus PP - Said the old priest still along the main nave of the Cathedral.

After waving to some known, sought an open seat, and aided by their acolytes knelt to pray for the Pope's body, which was lying there in a beautiful casket with the Papal Tiara.

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A tarde estava fria, como era de se esperar, devido ao acontecimento, tão triste e doloroso. A morte de um Papa.

O Conde de Vilar Maior deixou seu coche pessoal e, seguido de quatro acólitos, entrou silenciosamente na grande Basílica de São Tito para a fúnebre cerimônia.

O velho sacerdote trajava sua batina preta com detalhes em ouro, rendas brancas, uma bela e longa capa revestida em vermelho em seu interior e preto em seu exterior, barrete sacerdotal, uma cruz de prata e em sua mão trazia seu belo anel, de ouro com uma pedra vermelha - símbolo de sua nobreza – e seu pequeno livro de orações em latim.

- Requiescat in Pace Eugenius Quintus PP - Disse o velho padre ainda junto da nave principal da Catedral.

Depois de acenar para alguns conhecidos, procurou um lugar livre, e auxiliado por seus acólitos, ajoelhou-se para rezar pelo corpo do Papa, que ali jazia em um belo caixão junto da Tiara Papal.
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- His Excellency, Guido Henrique de Albuquerque
- Count of Vilar Maior (Portugal)

[aurelien87]

Mgr Aurélien se rendit dans la basilique lorsqu'il entendit le glas sonner. Assister aux funérailles d'un Pape, voila une nouveauté qu'il n'avait pas envisagé tant le Saint Père lui semblait immortel. Jamais il ne l'avait croisé, mais il savait qu'il était là et c'était bon pour l'Eglise. En pénétrant dans la basilique, il vit plusieurs prélats de sa connaissance, à qui il fit un signe de la tête. L'heure n'était pas aux épanchements de joie des retrouvailles. Mgr Aurélien alla donc s'asseoir à la place qui lui avait été assignée, méditant sur la brièveté de l'existence, et surtout sur le devenir de l'Eglise qui allait devoir se trouver un nouveau berger.

[Ignius]

El Padre Ignius llegó a la Basílica de San Tito por la mañana, pues sabía que habría gran afluencia de gente.

Entró por una puerta lateral, y se deirigió hacia el final de la nave. Sabía que ese espacio estaba reservado a la feligresia, y a él le tocaría un poco más hacia delante por ser alguien ordenado, pero también imaginó que habría suficientes sacerdotes como para que el espacio reservado rebosara.

Se dirigió hacia el último banco y se arrodilló a orar antes del inicio de la ceremonia.
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[dariush]

Dariush, entré dans la basilique, alla s'assoir, et à l'invitation de Son Eminence, prie pour le repos d'Eugène.
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