text:  * * * * * "Do you see that solemn figure adorned with all the gold and purple of his pontifical dress ascending with the thought the prayer of a multitude of ten thousand men the triumphal steps in the choir of St Denis? Do you see him still above all that kneeling mass hovering as high as the vaulted roofs his head reaching the capitals and lost among the winged heads of the angels whence he hurls his thunder? Well it is the same man this terrible archangel himself who presently descends for her and now mild and gentle goes yonder into that dark chapel to listen to her in the languid hours of the afternoon! Delightful hour of tumultuous but tender sensations! (Why does the heart palpitate so strongly here?) How dark the church becomes! Yet it is not late