We may add that, after the official autopsy, the body lay in state in the Palazzo Gabrielli until Monday, May 18th. On the evening of that day, it was conveyed in procession to the neighboring parish church of St. John of the Florentines, near the Castel Sant' Angelo. In that church, on Tuesday, 19th May, 1868, the funeral obsequies of Cardinal d'Andrea were celebrated, the pope and the cardinals assisting, as required by the etiquette of the court when a cardinal dies in Rome.
By the cardinal's own directions, his mortal remains were interred at the church of Sant' Agnese fuori delle Mura, of which, as we said, he had been titular cardinal before becoming Bishop of Sabina.
We have thus followed this soi-disant secretary of the late Cardinal d'Andrea all through his article. We have overlooked, for brevity's sake, many minor points. But we have seen fully enough to establish the character of the article. We have seen that he blunders as to the date of the cardinal's funeral by three years and two months. He has blundered as to the church where it was performed by at least a mile and a half. San Giovanni in Laterano and St. John of the Florentines are unlike in shape and in rank, and are nearly at opposite points of the city.
As to the private habits, the acts, and the opinions of the cardinal, he makes a series of blunders such as we might well look for in one who gives himself out as having been the confidential secretary of the late Cardinal d'Andrea, and yet whom no one remembers to have ever had any connection with the cardinal.
As to the charges of enmity, of espionage, and even of murder, and the tragedy of the French captain, and various other remarks and comments en passant throughout the article, by no means to the honor of the ecclesiastical dignitaries at Rome, and of the tone and character of society there—are these things only spice to give a certain piquancy to the article? or is the whole article written merely as a vehicle to convey these charges to the attention of the readers?
We incline to the latter opinion. We are led to it by the clearer and more undisguised tenor of later articles by the same pen in the Galaxy. We may, hereafter, if we find time, pay our respects to one or more of those articles.
For the present, we will only say that if the proprietors of the Galaxy have intended to bargain with a writer of fiction, they are getting the worth of their money in matter and quantity, if not in quality and style. If, however, they expected to secure a series of articles instructive because truthful, the case is decidedly the reverse.
HYMN OF ST. PAUL'S "CHRISTIAN DOCTRINE SOCIETY."
Not ours to ask thee, "What is truth?"
For here it shines the light of light;
And all may see it, age or youth,
Who will but leave the outer night.
'Tis ours to tread, not seek, the way
That "brightens to the perfect day."