III.

Returning to the church above we found, kneeling before one of the

altars, two pilgrims,--a man and a woman. The latter was habited in

a nun-like dress of black, and the former in a long pilgrim's coat of

coarse blue stuff. He bore a pilgrim's staff in his hand, and showed

under his close hood a fine, handsome, reverent face, full of a sort

of tender awe, touched with the pathos of penitence. In attendance

upon the two was a dapper little silk-hatted man, with rogue so

plainly written in his devotional countenance that I was not surprised

to be told that he was a species of spiritual _valet de place_,

whose occupation it was to attend pilgrims on their tour to the Seven

Churches at which these devotees pray in Rome, and there to direct

their orisons and join in them.

It was not to the pilgrims, but to the heretics that the monk now

uncovered the precious marble slab on which Christ stood when he met

Peter flying from Rome and turned him back. You are shown the prints

of the divine feet, which the conscious stone received and keeps

forever; and near at hand is one of the arrows with which St.

Sebastian was shot. We looked at these things critically, having to

pay for the spectacle; but the pilgrims and their guide were all faith

and wonder.

I remember seeing nothing else so finely superstitious at Rome. In a

chapel near the Church of St. John Lateran are, as is well known,

the marble steps which once belonged to Pilate's house, and which the

Saviour is said to have ascended when he went to trial before Pilate.

The steps are protected against the wear and tear of devotion by a

stout casing of wood, and they are constantly covered with penitents,

who ascend and descend them upon their knees. Most of the pious people

whom I saw in this act were children, and the boys enjoyed it with a

good deal of giggling, as a very amusing feat. Some old and haggard

women gave the scene all the dignity which it possessed; but certain

well-dressed ladies and gentlemen were undeniably awkward and absurd,

and I was led to doubt if there were not an incompatibility between

the abandon of simple faith and the respectability of good clothes.

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