DOI issue:
Nr. 333 (February 1925)
DOI article:Hervey, Antoinette B.: Cathedral of St. John the Divine
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.19984#0154
mceRnACionAL
CHAPEL OF ST. SAVIOUR
iron screen of St. Ambrose Chapel where we follow At first you may see a face of noble purpose, tem-
the saint from boyhood through his eventful life pered by perfect calm and peace. Viewed from
to his lying in state at the end. another angle he has a half smile, as if he were
In the Chapel of St. Ansgarius stands a group looking at the world sub specie seternitatis, for-
executed in Caen stone by Miss Malvina Hoffman, ever above all petty troubles.
The group is a memorial of Robert Bacon and of A tyro in photography always begins with the
the Harvard men who lost their lives in the World choir and crossing which are the most difficult to
War. A dead crusader lies upon a cross with his photograph. After going five years at every hour
head resting in the lap of a woman who kneels of the day from 8 in the morning to 5.30 at night
with face uplifted and hands with palms open, as at last the view in the picture was captured. The
if offering him as a sacrifice for the world. The lighting of the altar, the detail of the pulpit, the
crusader's look is as baffling as that of Mona Lisa, height of the bishop's chair and the faces of the
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CHAPEL OF ST. SAVIOUR
iron screen of St. Ambrose Chapel where we follow At first you may see a face of noble purpose, tem-
the saint from boyhood through his eventful life pered by perfect calm and peace. Viewed from
to his lying in state at the end. another angle he has a half smile, as if he were
In the Chapel of St. Ansgarius stands a group looking at the world sub specie seternitatis, for-
executed in Caen stone by Miss Malvina Hoffman, ever above all petty troubles.
The group is a memorial of Robert Bacon and of A tyro in photography always begins with the
the Harvard men who lost their lives in the World choir and crossing which are the most difficult to
War. A dead crusader lies upon a cross with his photograph. After going five years at every hour
head resting in the lap of a woman who kneels of the day from 8 in the morning to 5.30 at night
with face uplifted and hands with palms open, as at last the view in the picture was captured. The
if offering him as a sacrifice for the world. The lighting of the altar, the detail of the pulpit, the
crusader's look is as baffling as that of Mona Lisa, height of the bishop's chair and the faces of the
Jour fourteen
FEBRUARY I 9 2 5