With it died the splendor and the power of the second city in the world; and of all the glories of the city of Serapis nothing now remains but a mighty column--[Known as Pompey's Pillar.]--towering to the skies, the last surviving fragment of the beautiful temple of the sovereign-god whose fall marked so momentous an epoch in the life of the human race.

But, like this pillar, outward Beauty--the sense of form that characterized the heathen mind--has survived through the ages.

We can gaze up at the one and the other, and wherever the living Truth--the Spirit of Christianity--has informed and penetrated that form of Beauty, the highest hopes of old Eusebius have been realized.

Their union is solemnized in Christian Art.
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