Fundamentum ipsius Camerae est Fides. Altitudo ejus est Spes. Latitudo ejus est Caritas. Longitudo ejus est Perseverantia. Latera ejus sunt Concordia et Pax. {lxxvii} Frontes ipsius sunt Justicia & Veritas. Pulchritudo ejus est exemplum bonorum operum. Fenestrae ejus sunt dicta sanctorum. Pavimentum ejus est humilitas cordis. Camera est conversatio coelestis. Pilastri ejus sunt spiritales virtues. Columnae ejus sunt boni pontifices & sacerdotes. Interlegatio ejus est vinculum pacis. Tectum ejus est fidelis dispensator. * isces ejus sunt mediatio celestis. Mensa Christi est in camera bona conversatio. Ministerium Christi in camera sua est bona memoria. Facinus Christi est bona voluntas. Canterellus Christi est nitor conscientiae. Cathedra Christi est serenitas mentis. Sponsa Christi est sancta anima. Camerariae Christi spiritales virtutes sunt: Prima Sancta Caritas dicta est; illa Christi regit cameram. Secunda est Sancta Humilitas; illa est thesauraria in camera Christi Tertia est Sancta Patientia; illa facit luminaria in camera Christi. Quarta Sancta Puritas; illa scopat cameram Christi. But besides, and in our opinion stronger than this express and continuous testimony to the fact that Catholic architecture is symbolical, we have the testimony of all other branches of Catholic art, which none ever did, or could deny to be figurative and sacramental. Let us take merely the rites which accompany the close of Easter week. We enter a darkened church, illuminated only by the lighted 'Sepulchre': we hear the history of the Passion chaunted by three voices in three recitatives: we have the most mournfully pathetic strain for the 'Reproaches' which perhaps the human mind ever imagined:--we pray for Pagans--and we kneel; we pray for Turks--and we kneel; we pray for the Jews, and we kneel not; in abhorrence of the mockery that bowed the knee to the King of the Jews. We enter that church again, now perfectly darkened, except for the one lamp that renders the lectern and the books {lxxviii} thereon just visible: the solemn litanies seem in that obscurity, and amidst the silent crowd of worshippers, more solemn than usual. There is a short pause: then in one second, priests and people, voices and instruments, burst forth with the Easter Alleluia: light pours in from every window of the cathedral: showers of rose leaves fall from the roof: bells--silent for three long days, peal from every church tower: guns fire and banners wave: _Dominus resurrexit vere, Alleluia, et apparuit Sinioni Alleluia_.