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    Ch. 4 - The Church

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    In the year 324, on the locality assigned by rumour to the martyrdom of
    St. Peter, and over the ruins of the Circus of Nero, Constantine erected
    the church called the Basilica of St. Peter.

    For twelve centuries, this building, raised by a man infamous for his
    murders and his tyrannies, stood uninjured amid the shocks which during
    that long period devastated the rest of the city. After that time it was
    removed, tottering to its base from its own reverend and illustrious
    age, by Pope Julius II, to make way for the foundations of the modern
    church.

    It is towards this structure of twelve hundred years' duration, erected
    by hands stained with blood, and yet preserved as a star of peace in the
    midst of stormy centuries of war, that we would direct the reader's
    attention. What art has done for the modern church, time has effected
    for the ancient. If the one is majestic to the eye by its grandeur, the
    other is hallowed to the memory by its age.

    As this church by its rise commemorated the triumphant establishment of
    Christianity as the religion of Rome, so in its progress it reflected
    every change wrought in the spirit of the new worship by the ambition,
    the prodigality, or the frivolity of the priests. At first it stood
    awful and imposing, beautiful in all its parts as the religion for whose
    glory it was built. Vast porphyry colonnades decorated its approaches,
    and surrounded a fountain whose waters issued from the representation of
    a gigantic pine-tree in bronze. Its double rows of aisles were each
    supported by forty-eight columns of precious marble. Its flat ceiling
    was adorned with beams of gilt metal, rescued from the pollution of
    heathen temples. Its walls were decorated with large paintings of
    religious subjects, and its tribunal was studded with elegant mosaics.
    Thus it rose, simple and yet sublime, awful and yet alluring; in this
    its beginning, a type of the dawn of the worship which it was elevated
    to represent. But when, flushed with success, the priests seized on
    Christianity as their path to politics and their introduction to power,
    the aspect of the church gradually began to change. As, slowly and
    insensibly, ambitious man heaped the garbage of his mysteries, his
    doctrines, and his disputes, about the pristine purity of the structure
    given him by God, so, one by one, gaudy adornments and meretricious

    alterations arose to sully the once majestic basilica, until the
    threatening and reproving apparition of the pagan Julian, when both
    Church and churchmen received in their corrupt progress a sudden and
    impressive check.

    The short period of the revival of idolatry once passed over, the
    priests, unmoved by the warning they had received, returned with renewed
    vigour to confuse that
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