The National tribune., 1902-03-20

gelOS beautiful painting, Inc heSUTTec-
tion," looked down upon me. Angel and
saint and seraphim seemed to have caught
the vibrant melody, and, to my excited
imagination, were peopling The air with
Celestial life.
mo wonder that the Italian, with his
highly-strung organization and sensitive,
eXcitable nature, is n subseryient son OF
the Church." said Admiral Goldsborough
to Gen. Mcclellan, during a lull in the
ceremonies.
Isn't it a case of cause and effect?"
asked the General, zgravely.
How so?" queried the Admiral.
well" returned the General, 'have not
these stirring ceremonials and imposing
demonstrations beenainstrumental in mold
ing the national character, stimulating the
nervous sensibilities and creating a de-
mand for the visible and material clement
in the Roman wOrshipE"i
THE General is right, depend upon it,"
yentured Mr.. Dewey. The Italian of to-
day IS the product of the Church. Take
your Roman out of the atmosphere of the
Cathedral and immerse him in the colder
air of our New England Methodism, and
his imaginative soul would dry up and
blow away" s. OIL
During the progress of the celebration
the Pope advanced to a point about 30
feet from where | stood. Thus | had an
excellent opportunity to study his fea-
lures.
Plus TX. was about the medium hight;
inclined to corpuleace; with full, regular
features; mien showing both great dig
nifty and much amiability. While gazing
with feeling akin to awe at the benevO-
lent face of the venerable pontiff my arm
was touched.
i looked around.
A tall, handsome gentleman stood be-
side me. 1t was Mr.. John V. Bell, n
cOurtly Alabemian, then travelling on the
Continent. l had met him at Pompeii
and at Nice.
THE last time / saw you we were on
Mount Yesuvius," he whispered smilingly.
Not So" | returned; you were only
half way up, haggling with the monk at
the Hermitage, over the price of bottle
of Lachrymae Christi
Yes, so | was; the rascally padre W mt
ed to charge me three times the price
asked of one of your Jackies," answered
Bell, smiling at the recollection.
The Pope having by this time been es
corted down the nave of the church. the
mobiles and church dignitaries came troop
ing over to the tribune where the ladies
were seated. Among the number was a
tall, thin, somber-faced Cardinal.
who is thatT' | asked of Franz.
THAT is Cardinal Joachim Vincent
Pecci. Pecci," continued Franz, ''is a
very able and influential churchman.
should not be at all surprised if he We're
the successor to the present Pope, in spite
of the prestige Of Lucien Napoleon.
This was a very good prediction, for
Cardinal Pecci is now Leo XIII.
Did you ever see Parson BrownlOw"
asked Bell.
YES" | answered; ,'I met him on the
platform Of Coopers Union Hall during
the war"
We'll, do not the face and figure of
Pccci remind you of Brownlow?"
well, there is n resemblance" l said;
but to my mind he rather favors Abra-
ham Lincoln. The same homely, kindly
features, and the same reserve strength.
AT this moment the Cardinal was ad-
dressing the American, in fatherly sort
of way.
1.-The Cardinal is interested in Miss
Ethelred," said Bell; getting her pedi-
gree, possibly"
80 you know that young lady," asked
quite eagerly.
"Oh, yes; she is relative of mine"
''She is n very lovely young lady
Yes. and with character as lovely
as her face. But, come; we shall be los
ing the 'Urbi ct Orbi from the loggia,
longer"
We were about TO pass out when my
friends eye was caught by an appealing
glance from the young lady.
He hastened over to her side.
Pardon me, Cousin john she said in
a low, musical voice, but / should very
much like to see the Pope. as he bestOws
the PapaI benediction from the balcony.
Dare | trust myself to your care for the
e! shall be answerable for your safety
with my life," returned Bell, gallantly.
There, go along with you" exclaimed
Lady Russell, who was acting as a sort
of chaperone. Il shall throw off all re-
spoEsibility for you while you are wander
ing about. Why YOU prefer standing in
the middle of n mob of shouting bour-
geois and perspiring sans culottes to rest
ing at ease in the carriage, is more than
can fathom; but that is your lookout;
tat-ta." and her ladyship was off with n
crowd OF laughing, gesticulating Italian
noblemen.
''Oh. dear! | feel so relieved" said the
girl with sigh, as the party disappeared
Il am deathly tired of the rattle and
whirr of those voluble Latins. They give
me the idea of froth without the-the''-
The beer" suggested Bell, with mis-
chievous twinkle in his eye.
oh, horrors! no: | had no such thought
had in my mind little popgun. 1t
goes off with a bang You peep into the
barrel to see the cause of so much agita-
ton, and. 10! it is entirely empty"
But. my dear Miss Ethelred, there is
no froth in popgun,' said Bell, quizzi-
cally
Wen, then, answered the girl, with a
wearied air, that's the difference be-
tween a Latin and a pOpgun.