July 1892 - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
July 1892 - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
July 1892 - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
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Pontifex Maximus. 193<br />
suggested by this strange musical quality. It was more<br />
convincing than all the statistics of measurement.<br />
Cherubs sported on the pillars or grouped themselves<br />
into medallions-delicious creations, who served to mitigate<br />
the essential vulgarity of the prevailing decoration.<br />
Heroic prophets standing in theatrical attitudes, their garments<br />
hanging in unnatural folds, or on the tombs the<br />
figures of women, grinning skulls, and popes, knowinglooking<br />
and worldly wise. Bernini's baldachino rose in<br />
costly vandalism above the main altar, and at the<br />
extremity of the chancel there was a grotesque glory of<br />
gilded plaster. But even the motley, tasteless mosaic<br />
detail could not rob St. Peter's of its magnificent lines,<br />
which in the aggregate produce an impression of vastness,<br />
at first unsuspected, but gradually creeping into the soul.<br />
While I waited the Vatican was swarming like a hive.<br />
All grades of the Roman hierarchy had sent representatives;<br />
all the orders, in their multi-coloured cowls,<br />
emissa.ries from the ends of the earth, to wait upon the<br />
Holy Father; country clergymen, coming like Luther,<br />
all reverence, into the realms of intrigue; monks sworn<br />
to poverty, bronzed and bearded; priests, secret spies,<br />
money lenders, and political advisers; missionaries and<br />
chaplains; men fresh from their parishes, or debauched<br />
by crimes begun at the confessional or in the drawingroom;<br />
pages, clad in scarlet, in the service of the cardinals.<br />
In the cells of that mighty hive there were feasting and<br />
praying, fasting and blaspheming; for aspirations and<br />
infamies, which were to affect the world, were being concocted,<br />
and the representative of the Nazarene Carpenter<br />
was crying aloud for kingly power.<br />
And all the time the Swiss Guard watched by the<br />
portals. <strong>The</strong>y looked theatrical and just a little foolish<br />
in the costume of red, black, and yellow designed by<br />
Michael Angelo. <strong>The</strong> deliberate guttural of their speech