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pictures, we repeat, this “marine American grandeur will serve her view" of Nast's is the most unfor- as a footstool. Then too the untunate. The allegories are bad answered question which gives the throughout, and return to plague picture its title, reminds us in its the inventor rather than the parties voiceless reply of a similar quescaricatured.
tion, put, long years ago, by the In the first place the ocean of Eu- enemy of God, in the prætorium of ropean revolution is not represent- Pilate at Jerusalem, WHAT IS THE ed as that calm smiling summer sea, TRUTH? And the imprisoned lord which those who sail out so rashly of truth was silent, because the upon its depths would have us be- questioner cared naught, and would lieve it to be, but most truthfully not wait for an answer.
And so as that fierce and turbulent bigh ever through the long, long ages running sea, which sweeps indis- sounding on, has that question criminately before it all barriers of gathered new strength by continual law, order, justice, and peace. repetition from the mouths 'of the
Then the second incongruity that enemies of Jesus Christ and his strikes us is, that the Pope, unlike Church; new moral force, from the King Canute, doesn't get up and fact, that they will not because run away, although he personally they dare not wait for an answer, cannot stop the approaching bil- and consistently order their wicked lows; which yet, at the unheard lives therewith, and so it goes rollbidding of him who alone sets ing on, or rests answerless “at the limits to the sea, and commands the gate of absent opportunity," rewinds and waves to be still, lick, sponded to for the foes of God like the raging lions in the an- only by the logic of speaking events, cient forums, the martyr pontiff's till that dreadful hour when the feet, but do not devour him; he fate of the heathen and the public alone of all surrounding objects can shall be meted out to those sits calm and imperturbable, while who would not hear it from the that pontifical throne on which he mouth of Christ's spokesman, the rests, weak and insecure as seems Church. But we children of the its sandy and sea-girt resting. Church, who have heard and beplace, serves not only to support lieved, we who with the instinct of him, but even acts as a barrier faith can “see God in cloud or against the waves, an unsought-for hear him in the wind,” need no security to his enemy in the rear, better interpreter than the lessons who watches their coming with of past history, so consonant with such a melancholy fascination. the promise of Christ, “Thou art Even the massive and beautiful the rock; upon this rock I will palace of marble representing the build my Church, and the gates of home and bulwark of political free- hell shall never prevail against it.” dom, to be found in American insti. We look out upon the tottering tutions, is correctly pictured as al- ships at sea that represent our most submerged by the flood-tides hopes, and are reminded of the of European revolution, so rapidly storm-tossed bark upon the Sea of approaching our Western shores, Galilee, so opportunely saved at all save the theoretical idea of the moment when all seemed lost. liberty as conceived by our fore- We watch, too, the little clouds no fathers, but whose last and only larger than a man's hand, that refuge seems to be her native home overhang the sea of modern revoluamid the murky clouds, for unless tion, when a favorable wind is blowthose angry waves subside, not ing over its seemingly calm bosom, even the dome-like heights of and we know them to be as the little thunder birds that herald the can only be explained by the fact, advancing gale; and as when we that their eyes are wilfully blinded pick up shells upon the strand and by their own deceits; argument place them to our ears, we hear has no effect upon such people, from their pearly cellules and di- because they, having no knowledge minutive caverns, the never-ceasing of the essential nature of faith, its repetition of the roar of their native logical deductions as well as superelement, so from the little inci- natural reasonings, cannot be dents around us, the scattered re- brought up to the Christian's standfuse of the bitter brine of revolu- point of observation, or hold distion, we can catch faint echoes of cussion from the same premises or its noisy upheavings and ceaseless on a common basis with the divineunrest, and from all these things ly illuminated and truth-keeping we weave more than a prophecy, we Christian. This is why all religious read the story of its fate blazoned discussion is so distasteful to many beneath the dictating finger of a and so unproductive in results, in divine faith, a story that like the comparison with the amount of lailluminated writing upon the walls borexpended. But when in addition of Belshazzar's banqueting ball, to blindness of the intellect, those cannot be interpreted by the riot- outside of the Church or even the ous spirits who haunt the palaces traitors within ber pale, add moral of revolutionary tyrants, but whose perversity, they become like drunkfears of overhanging justice are ards beating about in the darkness, rightly resolved by the prophet of untilthey fall in their blind rage into God.
the bottomless pit, whose lurid and The spirit of our age is in every penetrating flames will make them, aspect revolutionary. It may be our when too late, both see and feel misfortune to have our lots cast in through all eternity, those truths such a period, but chastisement of for which, like the idols of the ansome kind or another must neces- cient Gentiles, they had ears that sarily be the lot of all generations, heard not, and eyes that saw not. and if we will but carefully search While, on the contrary, the faithful out for what Tupper calls, “the Christian, adding to the gift of faith good in things evil,” we will find the additional grace resulting from this one blessing to be concealed a holy life, never fails to touch beneath all persecutions of the God's right, even, as the poet says, Church, namely, that they possess in the darkness, and feel that he within themselves, from the very walks securely unto the revelation nature of their evil origin, those of his power and his glory, even in seeds of stormy disintegration their influence on temporal affairs which must bring forth from the and mundane adversities. womb of political chaos, that calm When did Satan's triumph ever and rest which is to be the reward appear more complete than in the of those who have undergone the days of Arianism? Yet for fifteen fierce ordeal of mental punishment centuries who has seen or heard of and purifying penance.
it, save as a historical reminiscence! Vainly will the scoffers at the When was triumph more apparresolute and persistent faith of ently overwhelming than that of Christians look in the pages of Protestantism in the sixteenth cenhistory for any other result than tury? Yet what is every effort of confusion for themselves and tri- the Protestantism of the present umph for the believer. The only day but an endeavor to save what wonder is, that these unbelievers it can of its own fortunes and fair will not see this, a wonder which name from the ravages of infidelity, while the Church which it had ap- against the early church, without, inparently crushed out of existence, deed, the same palliating excuse to is as young, fresh, beautiful, pow. which pagan Rome could lay claim, erful, and terrible, to the eyes of namely, that she knew not what her enemies, as though those very she did; Rome's persecutions were enemies had
never straitened the offspring of the darkness of the her about with their secret plots, heathen mind; England's persecuchained her in prison walls, or tions were the result of the mad batbed her in her own blood. ferocity of a traitor to the truth.
Philosophers of this world, like Yet what is the result to-day? Just the Roman guards on Easter morn- as the Christians conquered the ing, are stunned at the glorious Cæsars, just as the cross replaced outburst of external splendor, be- the crescent, so England, in the tokening the internal power of number, the wealth, and the imJesus Christ, rising in the person portance of her converts, in the of his Church over the powers of generosity of their piety, which sin, death, and hell, and measuring rivals that of the Patrician conby the shallow gauge of their owu verts of Greece and Rome, is the belittled wisdom, vainly ascribe to foremost apostle of the world's everything but the true source, the return to the faith. Long centusometimes dormant, but never dead ries ago, when the last of her Saxon nor dying power of God.
kings lay battling with that death Yet what is all this but divine which was to give him the crown philosophy, teaching by example of sanctity, he prophesied with his in her character of self-repeating failing breath, that after three cenhistory? Just so surely as she turies of apostasy and persecution, has taught of yore, so is she now England should return to her union teaching us again in the story of and allegiance with the mother the nations. Let us read their Church of Rome. This may be present histories one by one, be- only a legend, but it, in its verificaginning with England, which, in tion, is as good as actual and inpoint of fact is, after all, the real spired prophecy; and the ivyguardian of Protestantism. Her draped ruins of her ancient abbeys, territory is the cradle of most of the magnificent walls of her faithits latest offspring; her cash and built cathedrals, stand as wither cunning counsels are to a large nesses from the grave of the past, extent the resources from which its eloquent in their silence when a sway is extended over the European Bute, a Westminster, a Norfolk, a continent; within her limits alone, Manning, a Faber, and a Newman, of all the Eastern hemisphere, and all the countless scions of her is it fashionable to be a Protest- noble bouses come guided by the ant. There only is the prestige star of faith through the darkness of respectability, aye, even of dig- of worldly sneers and anxious nity, accorded to its bar-sinister on doubt, like the treasure-bearing her shield. Without her patronage kings of the Orient, to cast their of the Protestant Reformation, the wealth and their intellectuality at movement of Luther and his asso- the feet of the Infant Jesus, personiciates would in all probability have fied in his new-born English Church, utterly failed to create more than and manifesting his glory even a passing influence on Germany, through the swathing-bands that whence it took its birth. She of all yet confine it. What have the wild others has emulated in brutal and al- waves of revolution said to her, most superhuman ferocity, the per- what are they still saying, as she secutions of the heathen emperors struggles to preserve even her magnificent political stability from the he hurls against her, in the wail of inroads of false liberalists? The her imprisoned bishops and exiled lesson which her religious move- priests and nuns, in the hisses of ments prove she has taken to heart, the people against his ingratitude PEACE ONLY THROUGH THE TRUTH. towards his Catholic subjects, and
Germany, fierce and potent, pa- even to many of his Protestant rent of modern infidelity in all its people themselves, who had built countless forms, how have her up the oneness and grandeur of struggles against the Christ and his power, in the anathemas of the his anointed repaid her? For years feeble, old, and imprisoned Pontiff she carried on the war of the inves- at the Vatican, he hears as the titures with the pontifical govern- surging of the coming breakers of ment, a power which, even in those counter-revolution, THEY THAT SOW days of the Church's highest tem- THE WHIRLWIND SHALL REAP THE poral splendor, was but compara- STORM. tively as weak as a plaything in the France, beautiful queen of Eahands of the emperors, yet what rope, when did the sceptre of a was the triumph of Germany? Go long line of resplendent sovereigns view its semblance in the celebrated drop powerless from her grasp? picture which Protestant fancy When was the diadem of beauty drew and loves yet to dwell upon,- first snatched ruthlessly from her the Pope placing his heel upon the imperial brow? Not while she neck of the prostrate doge of took pride in claiming for herself Venice. To what did Luther lead the sublime title, First daughter of her when he seduced her to apos. the Church. Not while she stood tasy? To the horrors of the thirty as an amazon with bared breasts years’war, and when that had closed, and girded loins between the temhe bid her seek repose upon the poral kingdom of God and its bed of thorns bestrewn with social enemies. No. Not under the descandals, moral grossnesses, politi- scendants of the Church-crowned cal factions, and soul-maddening Charlemagne, but when she threw sophistries, under the false name off legitimate authority ; when, , of philosophies; her political su- instead of rectifying what was premacy gone, her religion abol- wrong in her governmental polity, ished, her very name a synonym
she courted what was worse, and for theories and heresies and false murdering her kings, cast herself lights, that lured the world to ruin. headlong into the arms of bloodYet lo! notwithstanding when a reeking revolutionists, scoffers at Bismarck grasps a tyrant's sceptre, all authority, human and divine, he finds her a united and regenera- mockers even at and outragers of ted empire throughout its broad ex- all natural instincts, who tlooded panse, and in spite of Lutheranism, with red republicanism the ruins of the freest home the Church could the altar and the throne. Vainly boast; aye, freer even in the right did she seek a remedy by her weakof education than that accorded kneed compromises with liberalism to her in our own favored re- under the Orleanists, citizen kings public, and in that very circum- and Bonapartism, compromises that stance be, drunk with sudden for degraded the French Church, and tune and unusual power, saw the only served to demonstrate the real worst obstacle to the mad schemes weakness of the government. We of those minions of infamy, whose put the question directly to almost idol and representative he is,—the any thinking man or woman, has secret societies. Yet in the very there lived any one since the days crash of the political thunderbolts of Louis the Fourteenth who really felt that intuitive sense of confi- weakness. Yet who ever believed dence in any of the forms of govern- that weakness to have been as ment with which France has coquet- great as the Prussian arms at ted since his day, a confidence which Worth and Sedan proved it to be, is so essential to security ? What when France had again deserted the wild waves of red republicanism her pontiff, thrown herself into the said to her, was exquisitely demon- hands of her infidel factions, and strated in touching metaphor on the victory and glory fell from her that day when the great Corsican grasp as they did long years before at conqueror and leader of her regen- Waterloo; when the coronator ponerating hosts was about to place tiff of Notre Dame had been made the self-wrought coronet of her by the emperor he had crowned, first imperial regime upon his brows, "the prisoner of Fontainebleau ?" and testifying her joy at the release Learning from the sad experience from the thraldom of revolutionary of the past, where looks she for discord, she sought to astonish present relief? Vainly from the the world, and at the same time anarchy of a Gambetta; vainly from express her sense of newly-found the spurious monarchy of an Orpeace in most witching strains leans; vainly from the velvet-bound of harmony, by filling the vast despotism of a Bonaparte; vainly choir of her metropolitan cathedral from the republic of even her grand with an orchestra of eighty harps, soldier-president; but with an inhonoring thus, too, that ever-memor- stinct of her own nobility, an innate able occasion when the venerable perception of what and where is Pontiff Pius VII crossed the Alps right, she and the well-balanced in midwinter to crown Napoleon in minds of the whole world with her Notre Dame. But all the harps were are rising gradually but surely to hushed and every singer was silent, the conviction, that there is but every soul was thrilled with new one man who can prove her saviour. revelations of harmony, and the One whose lance of knightly honor, very walls ached with melody at whose spirit of Christian truth and the instant when the Pope, enter- chivalry is too sublime for the aping the sanctuary, was received preciation of our low-minded age, with no other than the, to him, ac- whose time-honored white oricustomed strains of the skilfully flamme of the lilies is too pure for trained voices of the papal choir our modern fetid breezes, and chanting the Tu es Petrus of Scar- whose principles are therefore, for latti. Surely at that moment, weak the time being, only laughed at as as he seemed, and apparently deriv- unworthy of deeper scorn, or pitied ing what little right he had to live, for their so-called pettishness. One much less to rule, from the very who stands alone as a model of man he was about to clothe with antique and seemingly long-forthe imperial dignity, France recog- gotten probity, royal descendant of nized in him, as the representative Charlemagne and St. Louis, Henri of God's Church on earth, the true de Chambord. And his provincial ROCK against which the fierce flood- court is described by even one of tides of her revolutionary era had his enemies as men like unto himtemporarily broken. So it is again, self. We quote from the Paris cornot even the external mass of splen- respondent of the London Times: dor with which the wily and far- "The Supporters of De Chamseeing third descendant of the first bord.—There are around the Comte Napoleon concealed the rottenness de Chambord a certain number of of the second empire, could dis- men distinguished by birth and abuse men's minds of its inherent possessing honored names, linked