Thousands fled from their country to take sanctuary under the shade of hostile altars.The churches were closed; the bells were silent; the shrines were plundered; the silver crucifixes were melted down.Buffoons, dressed in copes and surplices, came dancing the carmagnole even to the bar of the Convention.The bust of Marat was substituted for the statues of the martyrs of Christianity.A prostitute, seated on a chair of state in the chancel of Notre Dame, received the adoration of thousands, who exclaimed that at length, for the first time, those ancient Gothic arches had resounded with the accents of truth.The new unbelief was as intolerant as the old superstition.To show reverence for religion was to incur the suspicion of disaffection.It was not without imminent danger that the priest baptized the infant, joined the hands of lovers, or listened to the confession of the dying.The absurd worship of the Goddess of Reason was, indeed, of short duration; but the deism of Robespierre and Lepaux was not less hostile to the Catholic faith than the atheism of Clootz and Chaumette.
Nor were the calamities of the Church confined to France.The revolutionary spirit, attacked by all Europe, beat all Europe back, became conqueror in its turn, and, not satisfied with the Belgian cities and the rich domains of the spiritual electors, went raging over the Rhine and through the passes of the Alps.
Throughout the whole of the great war against Protestantism, Italy and Spain had been the base of the Catholic operations.
Spain was now the obsequious vassal of the infidels.Italy was subjugated by them.To her ancient principalities succeeded the Cisalpine republic, and the Ligurian republic, and the Parthenopean republic.The shrine of Loretto was stripped of the treasures piled up by the devotion of six hundred years.The convents of Rome were pillaged.The tricoloured flag floated on the top of the Castle of St.Angelo.The successor of St.Peter was carried away captive by the unbelievers.He died a prisoner in their hands; and even the honours of sepulture were long withheld from his remains.
It is not strange that in the year 1799, even sagacious observers should have thought that, at length, the hour of the Church of Rome was come.An infidel power ascendant, the Pope dying in captivity, the most illustrious prelates of France living in a foreign country on Protestant alms, the noblest edifices which the munificence of former ages had consecrated to the worship of God turned into temples of Victory, or into banqueting-houses for political societies, or into Theophilanthropic chapels, such signs might well be supposed to indicate the approaching end of that long domination.
But the end was not yet.Again doomed to death, the milk-white hind was still fated not to die.Even before the funeral rites had been performed over the ashes of Pius the Sixth, a great reaction had commenced, which, after the lapse of more than forty years, appears to be still in progress.Anarchy had had its day.
A new order of things rose out of the confusion, new dynasties, new laws, new titles; and amidst them emerged the ancient religion.The Arabs have a fable that the Great Pyramid was built by antediluvian kings, and alone, of all the works of men, bore the weight of the flood.Such as this was the fate of the Papacy.
It had been buried under the great inundation; but its deep foundations had remained unshaken; and when the waters abated, it appeared alone amidst the ruins of a world which had passed away.
