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when the organ peals and the choir
cries aloud Salve Regina or the Kyrie
Eleison. Sure no artist ever had a
greater gravestone than that pure
marble sanctuary gives to him in the
heart of his birthplace in the chancel
of St. Jacques.

Without Rubens, what were Ant-
werp? Adirty, dusky, bustling mart
which no man would ever care to
look upon save the traders who do
business on its wharves. With Ru-
bens, to the whole world of men it
is a sacred name, a sacred soil, a
Bethlehem where a god of Art saw
light, a Golgotha where a god of Art
lies dead.

O nations! closely should you
treasure your great men, for by them