With the magnificent
spectacle of the Queen's Diamond Jubilee celebrations still fresh in our mind,
it seems appropriate to mention a celebration of a rather different event, an
event of worldwide significance which occurred many years ago, but within the lifetime of our Queen, namely the ratification on 7th June 1929, of the
Lateran Treaty between the Kingdom of Italy and the Holy See,
which recognised and accepted the
sovereignty of the Holy See with its own 'Vatican City' State.
Cardinal Gasparri and
Benito Mussolini (seated) after exchanging treaty ratifications in the Hall of
Congregations, the Vatican, June 7th, 1929
Thus ended a period
of 58 years during which the incumbent Pope had been a virtual prisoner within
the Vatican itself, and ‘persona non grata’ without. The Vatican having refused
to recognize the 'Law of Guarantees' (1871) on the grounds that in the exercise
of its spiritual jurisdiction, the Law failed to guarantee Vatican
independence from political influence and interference.
After the signing of the Treaty, Pope Pius XI made his
first public appearance at a Pontifical High Mass in St Peter’s. The author H.V.
Morton, in his superb book, ‘In the Steps of St Paul’, has
this to say about this momentous and historic occasion:-
‘I obtained a ticket
for the Pontifical High Mass in St.Peter’s. Pope Pius XI, no longer “the
prisoner of the Vatican”, was to make his first public appearance. The snow had
turned to rain.
Early in the morning, and in full evening dress, I went to St Peter’s, and never have hours passed so easily, as I sat watching the crowds that swiftly filled the gigantic building. The Vatican Guard patrolled the aisles of the church. They wore bearskins, white doeskin breeches and black thigh-boots and, as their spurs rang on the marble floor, I thought that they might be a squadron that had strayed from history at the time of Napoleon.'
Early in the morning, and in full evening dress, I went to St Peter’s, and never have hours passed so easily, as I sat watching the crowds that swiftly filled the gigantic building. The Vatican Guard patrolled the aisles of the church. They wore bearskins, white doeskin breeches and black thigh-boots and, as their spurs rang on the marble floor, I thought that they might be a squadron that had strayed from history at the time of Napoleon.'
The Vatican Guard, also known as the Noble Guard - disbanded by Pope Paul VI in 1970.
'The Swiss Guard was on duty round the Baldacchino, which rises above the tomb of St Peter. They wore their full dress uniform, which is said to have been designed by Michelangelo: steel casques, doublets and hose slashed with stripes of red, yellow, and blue. Each guardsman grasped a pike. As the hours passed, Vatican officials, who might have stepped from the canvasses of El Greco, came softly down the nave to show distinguished visitors to their seats, their pointed white beards lying against starched ruffs, swords slanting against black satin breeches.'
Band of the Swiss Guards outside St Peter's Basilica
'Words of command rang out suddenly from some distant archway. Troops all over the church stood to attention with a ring of pikes and spurs. Then through St Peter’s rang a fanfare of silver trumpets at the sound of which, to my amazement, the thousands of men and women rose to their feet and began to cheer.
I looked down the nave towards the great west doors, and I saw what seemed to be the splendour and chivalry of the Middle Ages coming in slow procession up the church. I saw the burnished casques of the Swiss Guards moving slowly above the heads of the standing people. I saw the Papal Bodyguard, carrying drawn swords and wearing scarlet tunics and helmets from whose crests hung long plumes of black horsehair. I saw members of the Vatican Chapter walking two by two, representatives of every Catholic Order, and many a monk walking in a brown habit. When the cheering died down and there was a second or two of silence, I could hear the steady tramp and the ring of spurs on marble.'
The dome of St Peter's, designed by Michelangelo and others, and completed in 1590, the last year of the reign of Pope Sixtus VI. Height 136.57 metres from the floor of the basilica to the top of the external cross - the tallest dome in the world.
'As the procession came at funeral pace up the nave, the great church, lit hitherto by the pale daylight, blazed suddenly with countless lights; and the trumpets ceased their fanfare. The sound of a solemn march now filled St Peter’s, and I saw Pope Pius XI far off at the east end of the church, seated in the state palanquin, the sedia gestatoria, clothed in white. There was a jewelled tiara on his head, and he sat motionless, except when he slowly raised his hand to trace the Sign of the Cross in the air.'
Pope Pius XI
'Two 'flabella', great fans of ostrich feathers, moved slowly above the Pope’s head, and they reminded me of Constantinople and of the Byzantine emperors, and of the time when the representative of St Peter ruled the church of Eastern Christendom. There was not one meaningless thing in all this rich display. There was not one piece of embroidery that had not been pinned in position by Time. All the centuries had combined to make this progress of the Pope. St Peter’s was suffocating with its memories. I could not understand how people could find breath to cheer and shout their “vivas”. The centuries had flooded the church to the roof, and in that flood the imagination struggled like a drowning man.'
Interior of St Peter's Basilica - painting by Giovanni Pannini (1691-1765)
'People all round me were cheering, but my throat was dry, and I do not think that I could have cheered to save my life. Strangely, perhaps, I was not aware of any emotional appeal in the sight before me: the appeal was purely to the mind and imagination.
There was an elderly man in white, borne shoulder-high in a chair that trembled slightly as it advanced, but I was looking not at one man or one Pope: I was looking at all history and at all Popes. It seemed to me that everything else in the world was young. I had seen the oldest living thing in the world: I had seen the visible expression of a corporate memory that goes back into the very beginning of the Christian Age.'
“Tu es Petrus, et
super hanc petram aedificabo ecclesiam meam”
Ack. 'In the Steps of St Paul' by H.V.Morton
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'May Our Blessed Lady guide and protect
our Holy Father, Pope Benedict XVI'
'St Peter, pray for us.'
