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long ago torn off） in which are literally the ashes of the empress。 She was immured in it as a mummy； in a sitting position； clothed in imperial robes； and there the ghastly corpse sat in a cypress…wood chair； to be looked at by anybody who chose to peep through the aperture； for more than eleven hundred years； till one day； in 1577； some children introduced a lighted candle； perhaps out of compassion for her who sat so long in darkness； when her clothes caught fire； and she was burned up；a warning to all children not to play with a dead and dry empress。 In this resting…place are also the tombs of Honorius II。； her brother； of Constantius III。； her second husband； and of Honoria； her daughter。
There are no other undisturbed tombs of the Caesars in existence。 Hers is almost the last； and the very small last； of a great succession。 What thoughts of a great empire in ruins do not force themselves on one in the confined walls of this little chamber！ What a woman was she whose ashes lie there！ She saw and aided the ruin of the empire； but it may be said of her； that her vices were greater than her misfortunes。 And what a story is her life！ Born to the purple； educated in the palace at Constantinople； accomplished but not handsome； at the age of twenty she was in Rome when Alaric besieged it。 Carried off captive by the Goths； she became the not unwilling object of the passion of King Adolphus； who at length married her at Narbonne。 At the nuptials the king； in a Roman habit； occupied a seat lower than hers； while she sat on a throne habited as a Roman empress； and received homage。 Fifty handsome youths bore to her in each hand a dish of gold； one filled with coin； and the other with precious stones；a small part only； these hundred vessels of treasure； of the spoils the Goths brought from her country。 When Adolphus； who never abated his fondness for his Roman bride； was assassinated at Barcelona； she was treated like a slave by his assassins； and driven twelve miles on foot before the horse of his murderer。 Ransomed at length for six hundred thousand measures of wheat by her brother Honorius； who handed her over struggling to Constantius； one of his generals。 But； once married； her reluctance ceased； and she set herself to advance the interests of herself and husband； ruling him as she had done the first one。 Her purpose was accomplished when he was declared joint emperor with Honorius。 He died shortly after； and scandalous stories of her intimacy with her brother caused her removal to Constantinople； but she came back again； and reigned long as the regent of her son； Valentinian III。； a feeble youth； who never grew to have either passions or talents； and was very likely； as was said； enervated by his mother in dissolute indulgence； so that she might be supreme。 But she died at Rome in 450； much praised for her orthodoxy and her devotion to the Trinity。 And there was her daughter； Honoria； who ran off with a chamberlain； and afterward offered to throw herself into the arms of Attila who wouldn't take her as a gift at first； but afterward demanded her； and fought to win her and her supposed inheritance。 But they were a bad lot altogether； and it is no credit to a Christian of the nineteenth century to stay in this tomb so long。
Near this mausoleum is the magnificent Basilica of St。 Vitale； built in the reign of Justinian； and consecrated in 547； I was interested to see it because it was erected in confessed imitation of St。 Sophia at Constantinople； is in the octagonal form； and has all the accessories of Eastern splendor； according to the architectural authorities。 Its effect is really rich and splendid； and it rather dazzled us with its maze of pillars； its upper and lower columns； its galleries； complicated capitals； arches on arches； and Byzantine intricacies。 To the student of the very early ecclesiastical art； it must be an object of more interest than even of wonder。 But what I cared most to see were the mosaics in the choir； executed in the time of Justinian； and as fresh and beautiful as on the day they were made。 The mosaics and the exquisite arabesques on the roof of the choir； taken together； are certainly unequaled by any other early church decoration I have seen； and they are as interesting as they are beautiful。 Any description of them is impossible； but mention may be made of two characteristic groups； remarkable for execution； and having yet a deeper interest。
In one compartment of the tribune is the figure of the Emperor Justinian； holding a vase with consecrated offerings； and surrounded by courtiers and soldiers。 Opposite is the figure of the Empress Theodora； holding a similar vase； and attended by ladies of her court。 There is a refinement and an elegance about the empress； a grace and sweet dignity； that is fascinating。 This is royalty； stately and cold perhaps： even the mouth may be a little cruel； I begin to perceive； as I think of her； but she wears the purple by divine right。 I have not seen on any walls any figure walking out of history so captivating as this lady； who would seem to have been worthy of apotheosis in a Christian edifice。 Can there be any doubt that this lovely woman was orthodox？ She； also； has a story； which you doubtless have been recalling as you read。 Is it worth while to repeat even its outlines？ This charming regal woman was the daughter of the keeper of the bears in the circus at Constantinople； and she early went upon the stage as a pantomimist and buffoon。 She was beautiful； with regular features； a little pale； but with a tinge of natural color； vivacious eyes； and an easy motion that displayed to advantage the graces of her small but elegant figure。 I can see all that in the mosaic。 But she sold her charms to whoever cared to buy them in Constantinople； she led a life of dissipation that cannot be even hinted at in these days； she went off to Egypt as the concubine of a general； was deserted； and destitute even to misery in Cairo； wandered about a vagabond in many Eastern cities； and won the reputation everywhere of the most beautiful courtesan of her time； reappeared in Constantinople； and； having； it is said； a vision of her future； suddenly took to a pretension of virtue and plain sewing； contrived to gain the notice of Justinian； to inflame his passions as she did those of all the world besides； to captivate him into first an alliance； and at length a marriage。 The emperor raised her to an equal seat with himself on his throne； and she was worshiped as empress in that city where she had been admired as harlot。 And on the throne she was a wise woman； courageous and chaste； and had her palaces on the Bosphorus； and took good care of her beauty； and indulged in the pleasures of a good table； had ministers who kissed her feet； a crowd of women and eunuchs in her secret chambers； whose passions she indulged； was avaricious and sometimes cruel； and founded a convent for the irreclaimably bad of her own sex； some of whom liked it； and some of whom threw themselves into the sea in despair； and when she died was an irreparable loss to her emperor。 So that it seems to me it is a pity that the historian should say that she was devout； but a little heretic。
A HIGH DAY IN ROME
PALM SUNDAY IN ST。 PETER'S
The splendid and tiresome ceremonies of Holy Week set in； also the rain； which held up for two days。 Rome without the sun； and with rain and the bone…penetrating damp cold of the season； is a wretched place。 Squalor and ruins and cheap splendor need the sun； the galleries need it； the black old masters in the dark corners of the gaudy churches need it； I think scarcely anything of a cardinal's big； blazing footman； unless the sun shines on him； and radiates from his broad back and his splendid calves； the models； who get up in theatrical costumes； and get put into pictures； and pass the world over for Roman peasants （and beautiful many of them are）； can't sit on the Spanish Stairs in indolent pose when it rains； the streets are slimy and horrible； the carriages try to run over you； and stand a very good chance of succeeding； where there are no sidewalks； and you are limping along on the slippery round cobble…stones； you can't get into the country； which is the best part of Rome： but when the sun shines all this is changed； the dear old dirty town exercises； its fascinations on you then； and you speedily forget your recent misery。
Holy Week is a vexation to most people。 All the world crowds here to see its exhibitions and theatrical shows； and works hard to catch a glimpse of them； and is tired out； if not disgusted； at the end。 The things to see and hear are Palm Sunday in St。 Peter's； singing of the Miserere by the pope's choir on Wednesday； Thursday； and Friday in the Sistine Chapel； washing of the pilgrims' feet in a chapel of St。 Peter's； and serving the apostles at table by the pope on Thursday； with a papal benediction from the balcony afterwards； Easter Sunday； with the illumination of St。 Peter's in the evening； and fireworks （this year in front of St。 Peter's in Montorio） Monday evening。 Raised seats are built up about the high altar under the dome in St。 Peter's； which will accommodate a thousand； and perhaps more； ladies； a