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The cardinal patiently waited in the shadow of a taxus-bush until the

street become for a moment empty and solitary Then he hastened to a

side-door of the building, and, sure of being unobserved, entered

A deep and quiet silence pervaded these long and deserted

cloister-passages It see--as if it were depopulated, desolated Nowhere the least trace

of that busy, stirring life, usually prevailing in these corridors--no

longer those bands of scholars that fores--the

doors of the great school-room open, the benches unoccupied, the

lecturer's chair, from which the pious fathers formerly with such subtle

wisdoerous doctrines, these also are

desolate The reign of the Jesuits was over; Ganganelli had thrust

them from the throne, and they cursed him as their murderer! He had

suppressed their sacred order, he had commanded them to lay aside their

peculiar costume and adopt that of other monkish orders, or the usual

dress of abbes But from their property he had not been able to expel

thee Il Jesu--within their cloisters his power had

not been able to penetrate There they remained, what they had been,

the holy fathers of Jesus, the pious defenders of craft and Christian