The strange procession which then unfolded itself before the apostle's
eyes can be imagined: first the dazzling woman in the bold attire,
the prostitute; the mute, veiled woman was the adulteress; then came
stock-jobbers, sharpers, business men, bankers, usurers,--all that
class of worms, reptiles and serpents which are spawned in the filth of
society.
"One twirled a great gold snuff-box between his fingers,
upon the lid of which were engraved these words: _Powdered
plebeian patience_; and he rammed it into his nostrils with
avidity. Another was wrapped in the folds of a great cloak
which bore this inscription: _Cloth cut from the backs
of fools._ A third, with a narrow forehead, yellow skin
and hollow cheeks, was leaning lovingly upon his abdomen,
which was nothing less than an iron safe, his two hands,
the fingers of which were so many great leeches, twisting
and opening their gaping tentacles, as though begging for
food. Several of the figures had noses like the beaks of
vultures, between their round and wild eyes: noses which
cut up with disgusting voracity a quarter of carrion held
at arm's length by a chain of massive gold, resembling
those which shine on the breasts of the grand dignitaries
of various orders of chivalry. In the middle of all was one
who shone forth in brilliant pontifical robes, with a mitre
on his head shaped like a globe, sparkling with emeralds
and rubies. He held a crozier in one hand upon which he
leant, and a sword in the other, which seemed at a distance
to throw out flames; but on nearer approach the creaking of
bones was heard beneath the vestments, and the figure turned
out to be only a skeleton painted, and the sword and the
crozier were but of fragile glass and rotten wood. Finally,
above this seething, deformed indescribable assembly, there
floated a sombre banner, a gigantic oriflamme, a fantastic
labarum, the immense folds of which were being raised by
a pestilential whistling wind; and on this banner, which
slowly and silently unfurled like the wings of a vulture,
could be read, _Providential Pillories._ And the whole
company talked and sang, laughed and wept, gesticulated
and danced and performed innumerable artifices. It was
bewildering! It was fearful!"
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