This once familiar pageant is known to our generation only by descriptions and engravings.

A figure, by no means resembling those rude representations of Guy Faux which are still paraded on the fifth of November, but made of wax with some skill, and adorned at no small expense with robes and a tiara, was mounted on a chair resembling that in which the Bishops of Rome are still, on some great festivals, borne through Saint Peter's Church to the high altar.
His Holiness was generally accompanied by a train of Cardinals and Jesuits.

At his ear stood a buffoon disguised as a devil with horns and tail.

No rich and zealous Protestant grudged his guinea on such an occasion, and, if rumour could be trusted, the cost of the procession was sometimes not less than a thousand pounds.

After the Pope had been borne some time in state over the heads of the multitude, he was committed to the flames with loud acclamations.