As a result of the government’s pressure, Eugene had resigned all his responsibilities in Marseilles and had left the city to live in the Oblate community of l’Osier.
… My wish would be to be forgotten by the world as I have for my part forgotten it. But it seems that the spirit of hell doesn’t consent to give me relief. Absent though I am, it is pursuing me with its calumnies and continues to persecute me with all the fury of its sworn hatred
Beaudoin explains this: “A group of ill-disposed priests at odds with their Bishop, amongst them Jonjon, Bicheron and Martin-Lazare, were contributing articles to the revolutionary press against Bishop Fortuné and especially against the Bishop of Icosia. They alleged that the Pope had forbidden the latter to exercise any episcopal function in the diocese.”
It could really go to my head. The culprits it seems are in great dread of me, completely inoffensive though I am. But no, it isn’t pride I feel, but a real embarrassment at not having carried out my duty in full, putting up for too long with men who are so ungrateful today, through my misplaced trust in their false promises to turn over a new leaf.
Letter to Henri Tempier, 13&14 July 1835, EO VIII n 522
Reading this experience of Eugene, one cannot help but recall situations that we have experienced where we have been negatively judged for having done the correct thing.