The Scots are missing from the roll of
barbarous nations that descended from the North in the fifth century upon the Roman empire
and overturned it. Historians have been careful to enumerate the other races that left
their homes in the deserts of Scythia at this eventful epoch, and journeyed southward on a
mission of transcendent consequence to the world, though unknown to themselves. The Huns,
the Vandals, the Lombards, and other nationalities whose existence was unknown till the
gates of the North opened and suddenly revealed them to the world, all figure in that
terrible drama. But the Scots have been passed over in silence. Yet the truth is that the Scoti
ought to have stood at the head of this roll, inasmuch as they formed the van of the
procession, and had an important part to play in the great revolution that followed the
advent of these races. This omission
on the part of historians is not surprising. The Scots came early, in fact, pioneered the
movement. We are accustomed to connect this uprising of the fresh, unbroken, vigorous
barbarism of the North upon the effeminate and corrupt civilization of the South with the
fifth century. As a general date this may be accepted as accurate, for in that century
this great ethnical movement was in full flood, but in truth this upheaval of the nations
neither began nor ended in the fifth century. It had begun before the Christian era. Rome
was yet in her zenith: along the vast sweep of her frontier no enemy dared show himself;
and, far as her eye could gaze into the wildernesses beyond, sign of danger there was
none. Yet even then the first contingent of what was to grow in the future into a myriad
host, was on the move, but their march was with steps so noiseless that Rome neither heard
nor heeded their advance; and when at last she came to have some knowledge of their
peregrinations, the matter had no interest for her. Looking with eyes of pride, she deemed
their movements not deserving her notice. The Scots were to her but a tribe of herdsmen
and fighters, wandering hither and thither in quest of richer pastures, or it might be of
more exciting combats. It was not likely that they would court battle with her legions.
With the warrior tribes of Scythia, their neighbours, they might engage, but surely they
would never incite destruction by thrusting themselves upon the bosses of her
empire;so did Rome reason. In what a different light would she have viewed the
matter had Fate lifted the curtain, and shown her behind this little vanguard the terrible
and almost endless procession of barbarous nations that was to followthe Frank, the
Goth, the Suevi, the Ostro-Goth, the Hun, the Vandal, the Lombard, and others from the
same mysterious and inexhaustible region. In the southward march of this little company of
Scoti the mistress of the world would have heard the first knell of her empire.
The descent of the Scots from the North was
divided by a considerable interval from that of the other nations. This is another
circumstance that has prevented historians viewing the Scottish race as an integral part
of the great irruption of the Scythean nations. The Scots left their original settlements
probably about the times of the first Caesar; but it is not till the last emperors had
filled up the cup of Rome's oppression, and of the nations' endurance, that the full
stream of northern invasion began to flow. The four or five centuries that intervene
between the appearance of the Scots on the scene, and that of the hordes which were the
last to issue from the gates of the North, do not affect the character of the movement, or
invalidate the claim of the first, any more than it does that of the last, to be ranked as
actors in this great providential drama. The Scots opened it in truth. They were sprung of
the same stock as those who succeeded them; their dwellings had been placed under the same
iron sky; they had buffeted with the same northern blasts; they had tasted privation, and
learned endurance on the same sterile earth; the same mysterious impulse acted on them
that moved the others; and we are shut up to speak of them as part of that great torrent
of emigrants which may be variously described as warriors or as missionaries, according as
we view the workdestruction or restorationthey were sent forth to execute.
Another circumstance which tended to
mislead historians, and to hide from their view the connection of the early Scottish
immigration with the great movement which required centuries for its accomplishment, and
which was so prolific in ethnical and political changes, was the comparative smallness of
the numbers of the Scots. They were a mere handful compared with the swarmscountless
as the sands of the seathat followed them. This hid the importance of the movement
from the age in which it took place, and has helped to conceal its peculiar character and
preeminent significance from succeeding times. A contemporary historian, Ammianus
Marcellinus, speaks disdainfully of the Scoti as "wanderers," whose
migratory steps and shifting encampments it were bootless attempting to follow. Today on
this stream, tomorrow on the banks of that, as the necessities of water and pasturage
demand, but ever holding on their course, by slow stages, to the south, and summer by
summer drawing nearer the line guarded by the victorious standards of Rome. Even should
they cross that line, why should Rome take alarm, or tremble for her empire? Her realms
are wide enough surely to afford water and pasturage to the flocks of those roaming
herdsmen without greatly taxing her own resources. Or should they drop their peaceful
pursuits, and transform themselves into warriors, were they likely to cause undue dismay
to the legions, or put their valour to any severe test? A capable statesman would have
read this apparently trivial incident differently. He would have seen more in it than met
the eye; and instead of counting the number of those he saw, he would have essayed to
compute the millions or myriads he did not see, and which lay concealed in the dark
recesses of the north. The appearance of these roving bands gave sure intimation that
there were forces at work in the heart of the Scythean nations that might yet breed danger
to Rome. They warned her to set her house in order, for she should die and not live. Who
could guess how many swarms, far larger than the present, the same vast, populous, but
unknown region might send forth; and having once tasted the corn and wine, the milk and
honey of the south, it would not be easy to compel these hungry immigrants to go back to
the niggard soils and scanty harvests which they had left behind them.
But able statesmen was just what the Rome
of that age signally lacked. It is always so with empires fated to fall. Decay is seen at
the council table before it has become manifest in the field. Corruption creeps in among
the senators of a State, then discipline and valour forsake its armies. But even had Rome
been as plentifully as she was sparingly supplied with sagacious statesmen, it is hard to
say whether any forecast could then have been formed of the danger that impended. That
danger was new; it was wholly unknown to former ages. Till now the ethnic stream had
flowed in the opposite direction. The South had sent her prolific swarms northward to
people the empty spaces around the pole. That the tide should turn: that the North should
pour down upon the South, overwhelming the labours of a thousand years in a flood of
barbarism, and quenching the lights of science and art in the darkness of a northern
night, was what no one could then have presaged. The Roman sentinel who first descried on
the northern horizon the roving tents of the Scottish herdsmen, and marked that morning by
morning they were pitched nearer the frontier he guarded, had the coming hailstorm
prognosticated to him, but he could not read the portent. He failed to see in these
wanderers the pioneer corps of a mighty army, which lay bound on the frozen steppes of the
North, but which was about to be loosed, and roll down horde on horde on the fair cities
of Italy, and the fruitful fields of the Romans.
In the march of these nations we see the
advent of a new age. The world, as we have already said, had stopped, and had a second
time to be put in motion. Now we see it started on lines that admitted of a truer
knowledge and a more stable liberty than it had heretofore enjoyed, or ever could have
reached on the old track. But first must come dissolution. Much of what the wisdom and
labour of former ages had accumulated had now become mere obstruction, and had to be
cleared away. This was a work to which the nations of the classic countries would never
have put their hands. So far from destroying, they would have done their utmost to
preserve the splendid inheritance of law, of empire, of religion, and of art, which the
wisdom, the arms, and the genius of their fathers had bequeathed to them. But no
veneration for these things restrained the children of the savage North. The world of
Greek art and Roman power, into the midst of which they had been so suddenly projected,
fell beneath their sturdy blows.
Like a great rock falling from a lofty
mountain, so fell the Gothic tribes upon the ancient world. Codes and philosophies,
schools and priesthoods, thrones, altars, and armies, there all prostrated before this
rolling mass of northern barbarism, broken like a potsherd, ground to dust; and thus a
political and mythological order of things, which might otherwise have lingered on the
earth for long centuries, and kept the nations rotting in vice and sunk in slavery, was
swept away.
It has been customary to raise a wail over
the destruction of letters and arts by the breaking in of this sudden tempest. But, in
truth, letters and arts had already perished. It was not the Goth that wrought this
literary havoc, it was the effeminate and dissolute Roman, it was the sensuous and
enslaved Greek. The human intellect was no longer capable of producing, hardly even was it
capable of appreciating, what former ages had produced; and never, to all appearances,
would the world have recovered its healthy tone but for the new blood which the northern
races poured into it.
Nor had the world lost only its literary
and artistic power, it had lost still more signally its moral vigour. The records of the
times disclose a hideous and appalling picture. They show us a world broken loose from
every moral restraint, greedily giving itself to every form of abominable wickedness, and
rushing headlong to perdition. Greek and Roman society was too rotten to sustain the graft
of Christianity. It was on that old trunk that it was set at first, and there its earliest
blossoms were put forth; but the stock to which it was united lacked moral robustness to
nourish the plant into a great tree which might cover the nations with its boughs. That
plant was already beginning to sicken and die; the living had been united to the dead, and
if both were not to perish the union must be broken, and Christianity set free from its
companion which was hastening to the tomb. It was at this juncture that the Goths came
down and saved the world by destroying it.
The work of bringing in the new age
consisted of two parts. The Old had to be broken up and removed, and over the field thus
cleared had to be scattered the seeds from which the New was to spring. This work was
partitioned among the newly arrived nations. To certain of them was assigned the work of
demolition. To others the nobler part of reconstruction. The fiercer of these tribes were
to slay and burn. But when the Hun, the Vandal, and the Goth had done their work, the
Scots were to come forward, and to lay, not by the force of arms, but by the mightier
power of principles, the foundation of a new and better order of things. But they must,
first, themselves be enlightened, before they could be light-bearers to a world now
plunged into the darkness of a two-fold night. They had to stand apart, outside the
immediate theatre on which the tempests of barbarian war were overturning thrones and
scourging nations, till the sword had done its work, and then their mission of
reconstruction would begin. It may startle the reader to be told that it is to this little
pioneer band of northmen, the Scots to wit, that the modern world owes its evangelical
Christianity. This may appear a too bold assertion, and one for which it is impossible to
find authority or countenance in history. Let the reader, however, withhold his surprise
till he has examined the trains of proof we have to lay before him, and we venture to
anticipate that before he has closed the volume he will find himself shut up to the same
conclusion, or at least he will find himself much nearer agreement with us than he now
deems possible. The honour of preserving Christianity, and transmitting it to modern
times, is commonly awarded to Rome. She herself claims to have performed this great office
to the nations of Europe. The claim has been so often advanced, and so generally concurred
in, that now it passes as true, and is held a fact that admits neither of challenge nor of
denial. It is nevertheless a vulgar fallacy. The history of all the ages since the era of
the Gothic invasion refuses to endorse this claim, and assigns the honour to another and
far humbler society. An error of so long standing, and which has come to be so generally
entertained, can be met only by the clear, full, and continuous testimony of history; and
this we shall produce as, stage by stage, and century by century, we unfold the
transactions of churches and nations. But it may not be amiss to glance generally at the
subject here.
What do we see taking place as soon as the
Gothic tempests have come to an end, and something like settled order has again been
established in Europe? From the sixth century onward pilgrim-bands of pious and earnest
preachers are seen traversing the various countries. In the midst of perils, of poverty,
and of toil, these scholars and divinesfor they have been taught letters and studied
Scripture at the feet of renowned teachershave come forth to enlighten races which
have been baptized but not instructed, which have bowed before the chair of the Pontiff,
but have not bowed before the cross of the Saviour. We behold them prosecuting their
mission on the plains of France, among the woods of Germany, and in the cities of Italy.
Scarce is there tribe or locality in the vast space extending between the Apennines and
the shores of Iceland which these indefatigable missionaries do not visit, and where they
do not succeed in gaining disciples for the Christian faith. As one generation of these
preachers dies off, another rises to take its place, and carry on its work; and thus the
evangelical light is kept burning throughout these ages, which were not so dark as we
sometimes believe them to have been, and as they certainly would have been but for the
exertions of these pious men. The monkish chroniclers have done their best to bury the
memory of these simple evangelists, by disguising, or perverting, or wholly expunging
their record; but we trace their footsteps by the very attempts of their enemies to
obliterate them, as also by the edicts of Popes to suppress their missions; and especially
do we see their traces in the literary and theological writings they left behind them in
the various countries they visited, and which modern research has drawn forth from the
darkness of the museums and convents to which they had been consigned, and where for ages
they had slumbered. We have a farther monument of the labours of this great missionary
host in the training institutions which they planted in France and Germany and the north
of Italy, and which existed for centuries as nurseries of missionaries and schools of
evangelical light, but which eventually fell as evangelical posts, and were seized and
made the foundation of Romish institutions.
Who sent forth these missionaries? From
what school or church did they come from? Was it Rome which commissioned those evangelists
to teach the ignorant and savage tribes she had received within her fold, and on whose
persona she had sprinkled her baptismal water, but whose hearts she had not purified by
communicating to them a knowledge of the truth? No! these preachers lead never visited the
"threshold of the Apostles." Rome disowned them. They had come from the
missionary schools of Iona and of Ireland. They were Scotsmen from Ireland and
Scotlandthe two countries which were at that time the common seat of the Scottish
nation.
These northern evangelists soon find
coadjutors. As they pass on through the countries of Europe they kindle in the hearts of
others the same missionary fire that burns so strongly in their own. Little parties of
natives, whose souls their words have stirred, gather round them, and take part with them
in their work. We see them opening schools on the Rhine, in the forests of France, and
south as far as the Alps; gathering the native youth into them, and having instructed them
in divine things they send them forth to instruct their countrymen. It was thus that the
well of living water from Iona, as it flowed onward, widened into a river, and at last
expanded into a flood which refreshed the thirsty lands over which it diffused its waters.
These missionaries from the Scottish shores had not a little to do, we cannot doubt, with
that remarkable awakening which the eleventh and twelfth centuries witnessed in the south
of France, and which drew whole populations to the Evangelical faith. Along the foot of
the Alps sounded forth the same gospel which had been preached on the shores of the lake
of Galilee in the first century; and the provinces of Languedoc and Dauphin became vocal
with the melody of the Troubadours, who published in their rich and melodious language,
the evangelical tenets. Next came the sermons of the Barbes; and lastly there appeared in
the field a yet more potential instrumentality, which at once quickened and consolidated
the movement. This was the translation of the New Testament into the Romance language;
believed to be the earliest vernacular version of modern times. The printing press was not
then in existence; and copies of the Romance New Testament could be produced not otherwise
than by the skill of slow and laborious scribes: but a speedier and wider diffusion was
given the truths of the inspired volume by the traveling Troubadours, who recited them in
song in the towns and villages of southern France. Barons, provinces and cities joined the
movement, and it seemed, as if in obedience to the summons sent forth from Iona, the
Reformation was to break out, and the world to be spared three centuries of spiritual
oppression and darkness.
But the morning which it was believed had
already opened, was suddenly turned into the "shadow of death." The most astute
of all the mitered chiefs who have ruled the world from the Vatican now stood up. With
Innocent III. came the crusades. Armies of soldiers and inquisitors poured down from the
Alps to extinguish a movement which menaced the kingdom of Rome with ruin. The smiling
provinces of Languedoc anti Dauphine were converted into deserts. The crusaders, armed
with sword and torch, reddened the earth with blood, and darkened the sky with the smoke
of burning towns. But this terrible blow did not extirpate this evangelical movement. In
countries more remote from the seat of the Papal power, the missionary still dared to go
forth sowing the good seed; and here and there, in convents, or in forests, or in the
shady lanes and nooks of city, individual souls, or little companies, enlightened from
above fed in secret on the heavenly bread, and quenched their thirst with living water. So
did matters continue till the days of Wycliffe. Wycliffe and his Lollards took up the work
of the Elders of Iona. After Wycliffe came John Huss and after Huss came Luther, and with
the rising of Luther the darkness had fulfilled its period. Before expiring at the stake,
Huss had foretold that a "hundred years must revolve," and then a great voice
would be heard, and to that voice the nations would give ear. The words of the martyr did
not fall to the ground. The century passed on amid the thunders of the Hussite victories.
And now the number of its years are complete, and the skies of Europe are seen to
brighten, not this time with an evanescent and transitory gleam which after awakening the
hopes of men is to fade away into the night, but with a light that is to wax and grow till
it shall have attained the splendour of the perfect day. Such are the historic links that
connect the first missionary band that is seen to issue from Iona in the seventh century,
with the great army of evangelists and teachers, with Luther at their head, which makes
its appearance in the sixteenth century.
What share has Rome in this work? Her claim
is that she is the successor of the apostles, and that to her the nations were committed,
that she might feed and rule them. Where is the seal and signature of this? If she is the
Light of the world, and its one Light as she claims to be, it must lie just as easy to
trace her passage along the ages as it is to trace the path of the sun in the firmament.
The one can no more be hidden in history than the other can be hidden in the
skytheir beams must reveal both. Where is the splendour Rome sheds on the world? We
do not mean the splendour of power, of wealth, of authority; of that sort of magnificence
there is more than enough: but where is the splendour of knowledge, of piety, of truth, of
holiness? We see her exalting her chief bishop to the throne of Cęsar, and, to maintain
his state as a temporal monarch, enriching him with the territories, and adorning him with
the crowns of three kings whom she had conquered by the arms of the Franks. Entered on the
road of worldly ambition the Roman church makes for herself a great position among the
princes and nations of Europe. She has armies at her service; her riches are immense, her
resources are boundless; but what use does she make of her brilliant opportunities and
vast influence? We see her building superb cathedrals, setting up episcopal thrones,
loading her clergy with wealth and titles; but what efforts does she make to instruct and
Christianise the ignorant and superstitious nations of the north who had now come to
occupy southern Europe, and whom she had received within her pale? Where are the
mission-schools she founds? where are the preachers she sends forth? and where are the
copies of the Scriptures which she translates and circulates? The new races, though under
the crook of the Christian shepherd, are still substantially the same in heart and life as
when they lived in their native forests. They have been led to the baptismal font, and
entered on the church rolls, but other Christianisation they have not received from Rome.
From the fifth century onward any
assistance which Christianity received from the Church of Rome was incidental. The order
established at the beginning was Christianity first, and the church second. But after the
fifth century, to take the latest date, that order was completely inverted. Henceforward
it was the church first, and Christianity second. The main and immediate object was lost
sight of. Instead of a spiritual empire which should embrace all nations, and be ruled by
the sceptre of the Heavenly King, Rome aspired to build up a monarchy which should excel
that of Cęsar, with a loftier throne for her earthly head, and wider realms for her sway,
and she recognized Christianity only in so far as it might be helpful to her in the
execution of her vast project. She soon came to see that an adulterated Christianity would
serve her purpose better than the pure and simple gospel, and she now began to work her
way steadily back to paganism. It was the speediest way of procuring reverence in the eyes
of barbarous nations, and of reconciling them to her yoke. These were the conversions
which illustrated the power of the "church" in the sixth and seventh centuries.
This was the Christianity which the Church
of Rome propagated east and west, and which she transmitted to modern times. This was the
Christianity which she sent Boniface to preach to the Germans; and this, too, was the
Christianity which she missioned Augustine and his monks to proclaim to the Saxons. This
is the only Christianity which we find in the Church of Leo X., at the close of the dark
ages, when the new times were about to open in the Christianity which Luther found partly
in the Old Bible of the Erfurt Library, and partly in the proscribed doctrines of Wycliffe
and Huss. The Christianity of the age of Leo X. was Paganism. The demoniac worship and
hideous vices of the age of the Caesars would have been rampant in Europe at this day, but
for the great missionary enterprise of the seventh and following centuries which had its
first inception in the school and church of Icolmkill. An utter arid desert would the
middle ages have been but for the hidden waters, which, issuing from their fountain-head
in the Rock of Ionasmitten like the ancient rock that the nations might
drinkflowed in a thousand secret channels throughout Europe.
True, there were individual souls who knew
the truth and fed upon it in secret, and who lived holy lives. But they were the
exceptions, and their light is all the sweeter and lovelier from the dark sky in which
they are seen. We speak of the general drift and current of the Roman Church. The set of
that current, as attested by the policy of her Popes, and the edicts and teaching of her
councils, was away from Apostolic Christianity, and steadily and with ever increasing
velocity and force towards the paganism of old Rome. The laudations which the monkish
chroniclers have pronounced on the Roman Church can avail but little in the face of the
public monuments of the times which are overwhelmingly condemnatory of that church. These
chroniclers naturally wished to glorify their own organisation, and their knowledge of
Christianity being on a par with that of their church, they wrote as they believed. But we
cannot make the same excuse for later historians, who have been content to repeat, one
after the other, the fables of the monkish writers. They ought to have looked with their
own eyes, instead of using the eyes of the "holy fathers," and they ought to
have interpreted more truthfully the monuments of history, which are neither few nor
difficult to read; and if they had done so they would have been compelled to acknowledge,
that if Christianity has been preserved and transmitted to us, it has been preserved and
transmitted in spite of the efforts of Rome, continued through successive centuries, and
perseveringly put forth to disguise, to corrupt, and to destroy the Christian faith.
There is another service which the
laudators of the Roman Church have credited her with, but which we must take leave to
challenge. She preserved and transmitted, say they, letters and arts. They are loud in
praise of her fine genius and the patronage she lavished on men of letters, and they are
pleased to compare her taste and enlightenment with the Vandalic barbarism, as they style
it, of the Reformation. History tells another tale, however. The unvarnished fact is, that
under the reign of Papal Rome letters and arts were lost, and what the "church"
suffered to be lost to the world she never would have been able to recover for it. The
vulgar imagination pictures medieval Europe astir from side to side, with busy hives of
industrious monks who devote their days and nights to original studies, or to the
transcription of the writings of the ancients. The picture is wholly imaginary. We see the
monks busy in their cells; but about what are they busy? With what occupations do they
fill up the vacant spaces in the weary routine of their daily functions? Who are their
favourite authors? What books lie open before them. Of this learned and studious race, as
the imagination has painted them, few have Latin enough to understand the Vulgate. Not one
of them can read a page of the Greek or Hebrew Bible. The sacred tongues have been lost in
Christendom. The great writers of Pagan antiquity have no charms for the ecclesiastics of
that age. They take the parchments to which the grand thoughts of the ancients had been
committed, and to what use do they put them? They "palimpsest" then, and over
the page from which they have effaced the glorious lines traced by a Homer or a Virgil
they gravely write their own stupid legends. It is thus they preserve letters! What fruit
has come of the toils of the laborious race of schoolmen, who flourished from the twelfth
to the fourteenth century? The modern world has long since pronounced its verdict on that
mass of ingenious speculation which they have transmitted to us, fondly believing that
they were leaving a heritage which posterity never would let die. That verdict
is"rubbish, simply rubbish." It is utterly worthless, and is now wholly
disused, unless, it may be, to back up a papal brief, or to furnish materials for the
compilation of a textbook for some popish seminary. A few names belonging to those ages
have survived; but the great multitude have gone into utter oblivion. Bede, and Anselm,
and Lafranc, and Bernard, and Aquinas, and Abelard, and a few more have escaped
extinction. But what are these few when distributed over so many ages! What are six or a
dozen stars in a night of a thousand years!
The truth is that we owe the revival of
letters to the Turk; but the sense of obligation need not oppress us, seeing the service
was done unwittingly. It was no part of the Turks' plan to make it day in the West, when
his arms plunged the East into night: yet this was what happened. When Constantinople fell
in the fifteenth century the scholars of the Greek empire sought refuge in Europe,
carrying with them the treasures of antiquity. These they scattered over the West. A new
world was unfolded to the eyes of men in Europe. The original tongues of the Scriptures,
Hebrew and Greek, were recovered. The immortal works of ancient Greece and Rome were again
accessible. These were eagerly read and studied: thought was stimulated, mind
strengthened, the age was illuminated by a new splendour, and modern genius, kindling its
torch at the lamp of ancient learning, aspired to rival the great masters of former days.
The Reformation arriving in the following century the movement was deepened, and its
current directed towards a higher goal than it otherwise would ever have attained. But it
must be noted that the Renaissance broke on no Europe bathed, as the result of the genial
patronage of Popes, in the splendour of letters and arts; it rose on a Europe shrouded in
intellectual and spiritual darkness. We must except Celtic literature and art, of which
many monuments still remain scattered up and down in the museums and libraries of
Europe,the attesting proofs of the refinement that accompanied the great missionary
enterprise of which we have spoken. This Celtic art was indigenous to Scotland, and in
simple beauty was excelled by no art of any country or age.
But the new learning which the Renaissance
brought with it found only a limited number of patrons and disciples among the hierarchy
of Rome. We must go to the camp of the Reformation to find the scholars of the age. At
Wittenberg, not at Rome, was the true seat of the Renaissance. The Grecians and Hebraists,
the jurists, historians, and poets of the time are found among the reformers. The court of
Leo X. was rich in dancers, musicians, players, jugglers, painters, courtesans, but it had
little besides to boast of. When the Pope sought among his theologians for some one to
proceed to Germany and extinguish the rising flame of the Reformation, he could find only
Dr. Eck and Cardinal Cajetan, and the armour of these champions was shivered at the first
onset of Luther, and they fain to shelter themselves from the piercing shafts of his logic
behind the ęgis of the papal authority. The Pope can hardly claim Raphael and Michael
Angelo. True, they worked for him, and took his wagesas they were entitled to
dobut they declined submission to his creed. The same may be said of the two earlier
and mightier names, Dante and Petrarch: they were Protestants at the core. Rome meted out
persecution to them when alive, and appropriated their glory when dead. To do the Popes
justice, however, they have enriched the world with one work of prodigious magnitude, the
Bullarium, to wit. It is a monument of their labour; we wish we could add, of their
charity.
It is with sincere regret that we find
ourselves unable to write better things of a "Church" which has stood so long
before history, which has occupied so unrivalled a position, and which has enjoyed
unequalled opportunities of benefiting the world. But we dare not credit her with services
which she never performed, nor award her praise which is the due of others. The hour draws
nigh when she must descend from the place she has so long occupied. Her descent into the
grave is determined by a law as fixed and unalterable as that which brings the midday sun
in due course to the horizon. Seen in the light of that terrible hour, even she must
regret that the record of her past should contain so little to awaken in her the hope that
the nations will mourn her departure and that the ages to come will mention her name with
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