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Saint Peter's is a cathedral, and is managed by a chapter of Canons, each of whom has his seat in the choir, and his vote in the disposal of the cathedral's income, which is considerable. The chapter maintains the Choir of Saint Peter's, a body of musicians quite independent of the so-called 'Pope's Choir, which is properly termed the 'Choir of the Sixtine Chapel, and which is paid by the Pope.

The interior is the usual little hall church of the XI century, with its aisle-less nave of five bays, and plain piers supporting a tunnelled roof, with double vault arches. Beyond the last bay, over the choir, is the Cathedral's octagonal dome, and from the rounded windows of its lantern comes much of the light of the interior, which is sombre and without other windows of importance.

As they left the cathedral by the door that led into High Street Glenormiston remarked, with a mysterious smile: "I'm thinking Edinburgh can do better by wee Bobby than to banish him to the Castle. But wait a bit, man. A kirk is not the place for settling a small dog's affairs." The Lord Provost led the way westward along the cathedral's front. On High Street, St. Giles had three doorways.

Examined as a detached edifice, it impresses favourably as regards the height and length of the galleries, which show it to be one of the largest cloisters in Spain. The cathedral's crypt is one of its most peculiar features, and certainly well worth examining better than has been heretofore done.

The Cathedral's exterior is so surrounded by irregular old houses that the traveller had discovered it with some difficulty.

And then lifting suddenly above the level far-off sky-line, there appeared a very miracle of beauty; the delicate tracery of the great Cathedral's spire of frozen lace, glowing like a thing of spun gold, set against the sapphire velvet of the horizon. Antwerp was in sight.

Catherine's Hill, and in the valley beneath reposed the gray cathedral's lengthened nave and square tower, its lesser likeness, St. Cross, and the pinnacles of the College tower. 'A very pretty view, said Mr. Martindale. 'The old buildings are very fine, but it is not like our own hills. 'No, it is hard on Hampshire downs to compare them to Cumberland mountains.

Catherine's had gone the low-lying meadows the winding stream the cathedral's stunted tower it was all gone, like a dream. 'Dreadful hole of a place, said Brian, contemptuously; 'a comfortably feathered old nest for rooks and parsons and ancient spinsters, but a dungeon for anybody else. 'I think it is the dearest old city in the world.

One Sunday, three days after the going of the Zouaves, while out in Jackson Square "Roaring Betsy" sang a solo of harrowing thunder-claps, the Callenders and Valcours, under the cathedral's roof, saw consecrated in its sacred nave the splendid standard of the Chasseurs-

Yet there had been an armistice, quite unperceived, from the day of the cathedral's dedication. He had lonely possession of the battle-field. His enemies had fled. All was well with his people. They had reached and passed the frontier, as it were, on that day when the great temple opened its sanctuary to God and its portals to the nation.