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264 ROMAN DA YS.
fetters, when he lifted his voice with the others, to praise
Him, the God of freedom.
The jailors—their names were Processus and Martin-
ianus—heard, with amazement, from the pestilential pit,
joyful psalms of Christ who had conquered death, arise.
They had Peter and Paul summoned and scourged, as pun-
ishment, because they had changed the worst of all dun-
geons to the home of peace and hope. One of the
wretches struck Peter’s head violently against a stone
wall ; and where this happened, a mark in the wall like
that of a human face, is yet shown. It was not long,
however, before Processus and Martinianus, even they,
were seized by the Holy Spirit, issuing from the apostles,
and took part in the captives’ songs of praise. From the
floor of the Tullianum, close to the pillar to which Peter
and Paul were chained, leaped up a cool spring, in which
they baptized their guards and fellow-prisoners.
The Mamertine prison—a subterranean passage from
which, leading under the market of Trajan, has lately
been discovered—is best known to the Roman people
under the name of S. Pietro in carcere. If you go from
the Roman market past the triumphal arch of Septimius
Severus, you will see on the left hand near the end of the
Via Marforio, a chapel, over the door of which a grated
window is painted, and behind this, the two apostles,
with their customary symbols: Peter, with the keys,
Paul, with the sword. This little chapel is at the same
time the crypt of a church, 5. Giuseppe de’Falegnami,
v/hich rises directly above it, at the end of the Capitoline
rock. Often my way took me past this place, and I
never was inside of it, without finding in the vestibule of
the chapel, women upon their knees. An iron grating
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