cold.

And Durtal came to this conclusion: "The exterior of the cathedral of
Chartres may be summed up in three words: _Latvia_, _hyperdulia_, and
_dulia_. _Latria_, the worship of Our Lord, on the west front;
_Hyperdulia_, the worship of the Blessed Virgin, in the north porch;
_Dulia_, the worship of the Saints, in the south porch.

"For although the Redeemer is magnified in this south portal in His
character of Supreme Judge, He seems to make way for the Saints. And
this is quite intelligible, since He is enthroned there for two
purposes, and His true palace, His real throne, is in the triumphal
tympanum of the royal doorway in the west front."

Before quitting this side of the building, as he glanced once more at
the ranks of the Elect, Durtal stopped in front of Saint Clement and
Saint Gregory.

Saint Clement, whose extraordinary death almost casts his life into
oblivion--a life exclusively occupied in harrowing souls. Durtal
recalled the narrative of Voragine. After being exiled to the
Chersonesus, in the reign of Trajan, Clement was cast into the sea with
an anchor tied to his neck, while the assembled Christians kneeling on
the strand besought Heaven to restore his body. Then the sea withdrew
three miles, and the faithful went dry-shod to a chapel which the angels
had just erected beneath the waters, where the body of the saint was
found reposing, lying on a tomb; and for many centuries the sea retired
every year for a week, to allow pilgrims to visit his remains.

Saint Gregory, the first Benedictine to be elected Pope, was the creator
of the Liturgy, the master of plain-song. He was alike devoted to
justice and to charity, and a passionate patron of art; and this
admirable Pope, with his broad and comprehensive spirit, regarded it as
a temptation of the Devil that made the bigots, the Pharisees of his
day, proclaim their determination not to read profane literature; for,
said he, it helps us to understand that which is sacred.

Made Pope against his will, he led a life of anguish, mourning for the
lost peace of his cloister; but he fought none the less with incredible
energy against the inroads of the Barbarians, the heresies of Africa,
the intrigues of Byzantium, and the Simony of his own priests.

He stands out in a dark age, amid a witches' sabbath of shrieking
schisms; he is seen in the midst of these storms, protecting the poor
from the rapacity of the rich, feeding them with his own hands, kissing