Cardinal Sterling gravely intoned the commendation of a Christian soul. The splendid company of angels, the senate of apostles, the army of white-robed martyrs, the lilied squadron of shining confessors, the chorus of joyful maids, patriarchs, hermits, Stephen and Lawrence, Silvester and Gregory, Francis and Lucy and Mary Magdalene, Mary--God's Own Mother, all the saints of God who daily are invited to attend the passing of the poorest Christian soul, were invoked for the Father of Princes and Kings. "And mild and cheerful may the Aspect of Christ Jesus seem to thee----" The singer's voice failed. Cardinal Carvale went on with no interval: imparted absolution, and the sacrament of the dying. "Saints of God advance to help him: Angels of The Lord come to meet him, receiving his soul, offering it in the Sight of The Most High." The splendour of mortal words reverberated from the ancient fortress wall, in the great silence of Immortal Rome. When the Earthly Vicar of Jesus Christ had received Extreme Unction and Viaticum, when He had had done for Him all that which Christ's Church can do, He required to be lifted on His feet. The Roman Emperors rose, raising Him. The vehement ferocity of their aspect terribly contrasted with their tender movement. The torments of powerless power, of intimidation inflicted in the supreme moment of exultation, rent these grand strong men--and graced them. The blood-stain streamed down the Pope's white robes with the red stole of universal jurisdiction. The slender hand with the two huge rings ascended. The shy brown eyes fluttered; and were wide, and very glad. Then the tired young voice rang like a quiet bell. "May God Omnipotent, ✠ ✠ ✠ Father, ✠ ✠ ✠ Son, ✠ ✠ ✠ and Holy Ghost, bless you." It was the Apostolic Benediction of the City and the World. The hand and the dark eyelashes drooped, and fell. The delicate fastidious lips closed, in the ineffable smile of the dead who have found out the Secret of Love, and are perfectly satisfied. So died Hadrian the Seventh, Bishop, Servant of the servants of God, and (some say) Martyr. So died Peter in the arms of Caesar. The world sobbed, sighed, wiped its mouth; and experienced extreme relief. The college of Cardinals summed Him up in the brilliant epigram of Tacitus. 'Capax imperii nisi imperâsset.' He would have been an ideal ruler if He had not ruled. Religious people said that He was an incomprehensible creature. And the man on the motor said that the pace certainly had been rather rapid. Pray for the repose of His soul. He was so tired. Feliciter BILLING AND SONS, LTD., PRINTERS, GUILDFORD [Illustration]