I like much, too, his Christ.

It is a refreshing contrast with all the other representations of the same subject.
I like it even as contrasted with Raphael's Christ of the Transfiguration, or that of the cartoon of _Feed my Lambs_.
I have heard owls hoot in the Colosseum by moonlight, and they spoke more to the purpose than I ever heard any other voice upon that subject.

I have seen all the pomps and shows of Holy Week in the church of St.Peter, and found them less imposing than an habitual acquaintance with the place, with processions of monks and nuns stealing in now and then, or the swell of vespers from some side chapel.

I have ascended the dome, and seen thence Rome and its Campagna, its villas with, their cypresses and pines serenely sad as is nothing else in the world, and the fountains of the Vatican garden gushing hard by.

I have been in the Subterranean to see a poor little boy introduced, much to his surprise, to the bosom of the Church; and then I have seen by torch-light the stone popes where they lie on their tombs, and the old mosaics, and virgins with gilt caps.