The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-05-06

nets and red and violet caps, and then
there is pause we see little hustle at
the far end of the passage; three or tour
priests in white fur capes, attended by
their acolvtes. hurry by without noticing
ius: some huge, waving things appear
ohovo the mems "There are the Pope's
fans saysm companion, che is coming
Ito bless the people outside. ListenF
And then in the deep silence which sud
denly seems to overpower the countless
sounds and glitterlngs and echoings every
where about, we stand listening as clear
voice not far away repeats some few
words tc. which comes laundering amen
from the priests. Again the voice speaks.
Again the amen fires off, and then a qua
vering old mans voice utters something
a blessing-upon the patient crowds wal
ting down below. 1t is with an odd feel
ting of touched bewilderment that one
stands silent, listening to the faded voice
blessing the kneeling multitude. As it
ceases, the guns begin to fire and the
bells to ring. t... .rgr a4
After the blessing came the curse: a
crash, scream, all barriers broken down
along our little secret passages a sudden
Overwhelming torrent pouring over every
thing, charging the Swiss guard, setting
| aside the indignant Vandykes. 'E ma
anlpertineza !'' hear them crying in fierce
/ indignation. The ladies don't care; they
come on laughing and running with
dauntless courage, and begin to hop and
scramble into their places; the place echoes,
the pens creak, md still the ladies pour
in Some have cavaliers, fine old gentle
men with orders some havetickets, some
have none. We are installed in our places
by this time and see them pass before us.
The diplomatic corps now marches up,
swords, and tight and embroidered coats,
the white Austrian uniforms and the beau
tiful Hungarian dress Little by little this
human sea flows into the the dykes and
dams and locks which have been prov1-
ded, and we begin to look at the spectacle
we have come to see. In this beautiful
light hall of the Vatican, a stage has been
raised upon which table is spread; as
well as | can make out, all the cake and
the buildings and the fruit seem to be
made of gold, but now Immediately a
procession passes, damask and stately ser
vitors bearing food and wine, and then
come in thirteen white figures with tall
white caps upon their heads; these are
priests whose feet have been washed
down below, by the Pope, and who are
now to be served at table by him. They
are surrounded by stream of prelates
and damask attendants. I see the old
Pontiff bending as. he serves cold fish
and cold vegetables is the fare provided.
1t is too far off to distinguish very plainly
what is going on, only this, a long table
glittering, quaint figures sitting at it, a
Pope serving, and robed and splendid fig
| ures looking on. Paul Veronese, Rapha-
ell, and others, painted from their own
time, and have left us records of what
they saw round about them, and here is
time going back, and our curious, critical
and charmed eyes see as they saw, and the
stately past is before US. This was not
the first collation. of the day, at eight o.
clock the ca9uieres and other officials had
| been treated to ices and coffee
Later in the afternoon we went to the
M5s8r8re in the Sixtine Chapel, and still
by favor of kind cGnaer5ere segreto we
were admitted Just before the lamenta-
tions began, to dim arched place where
many people were waiting, and some
lights burning, and daylight streaming
through the windows upon Michael ARE
gelos great prophets and sybils, and up
on the magnificent creation of man, a
fresco, high up in the roof with noun
tain height feeling about it, that takes
one away out of the chapel and beyond
the angels and devils painted on the walls
We had all got quite used to our black
wells by this time, and we listened as we
looked, all in rows, to the chanting, which
at first disappointed me. The Pope did
not come that afternoon and his throne
stood empty. but the service went on az d
on, and presently some of the lights were
put out and the chanting seemed to thrill
a little and then go on and on once more
and then some more lights wen out, and
with the last the chanting stopped short
And now began melody so strange, so
sad, so carefully sweet, so utterly unlike
anything ever heard before, that [ do
not know how to write of it sad, still,
strange and shrill, it deepened and died
.Eaway, and seemed soaring to those very
mountain heights which are dimly reflec-
i ted in the fresco overhead the secret of
lie seemed to be in it's voice, if one could
only understand 1t did not sound 50
much like singing as like the playing of
one violencist, whose name is familiar to
us all, sadder and more sad in the gray of
the sunset, from which all the gold had
dted away At last came one note of
/ hope, only one, and as we all listened for
! more, the music stopped and the M5serore
was over We came out into the Sala Re-
; gia of the Vatican, dark figures crowding
awe,stricken and touched by this wonder
full service Except in the sepulchres, no
; lights are allowed in the churches till
Easter, nor do bells ring any more.
In 1859 the Princes Regent, now
: King of Prussia, said to one of his
r confdants that there was one member