Miracles were wrought at the martyr's tomb, etc...." It is one of the few deaths in moving pictures that have given me the sense that I was watching a tragedy.

Most of them affect one, if they have any effect, like exhibits in an art gallery, as does Josef Israels' oil painting, Alone in the World.

We admire the technique, and as for emotion, we feel the picturesqueness only.

But here the church procession, the robes, the candles, the vaulting overhead, the whole visualized cathedral mood has the power over the reverent eye it has in life, and a touch more.
It is not a private citizen who is struck down.

Such a taking off would have been but nominally impressive, no matter how well acted.