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AGE OF
 THE RENAISSANCE
        
AN OUTLINE SKETCH OF THE HISTORY OF THE PAPACY
      
FROM THE RETURN FROM AVIGNON TO THE SACK OF ROME
        (1377-1527)
        
BY
        
PAUL VAN DYKE
        
&
        
WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY
        
HENRY VAN DYKE
        
CONTENTS.
        
PERIOD I. From the Return from Avignon to the
        Accession of Nicholas V. (1377-1447).  Introductory
        Retrospect.
        
CHAP. I. The Growth of Patriotism or the Sense of
        Nationality 
        
CHAP. II. New Theories of the Seat ok Sovereignty and
        the Rising Tide of Democracy 
        
CHAP. III. The New Learning. Petrarch, the Prototype
        of the Humanists
        
CHAP. IV. The Condition in which the Returning Pope
        Found Italy and the Patrimony of St. Peter. The Beginning of the Great Schism.
        Two Vicars of Christ Fight for the Tiara 
        
CIIAP. V. John Wycliff of England, and his Protest
        against Papal War 
        
CHAP. VI. Pope and Antipope. The White Penitents at
        Rome. The Siege of Avignon. The Followers of Petrarch, the Humanists, or Men of
        the New Learning
        
CHAP. VII. Orthodox Demands for Union and Reform: (1)
        Catherine of Siena and the Ascetic Prophets of Righteousness; (2) The Party of
        Conciliar Supremacy
        
CHAP. VIII. The Council of Pisa Makes the Schism
        Triple. The Protest of John Huss of Bohemia 
        
CHAP. IX. The Council of Constance and Triumph of the
        Party of Conciliar Supremacy: (1) They Depose the Popes and Force Union; (2)
        They Repudiate the Bohemian Protest and Burn Huss; (3) They Fail to Determine
        the Reform of the Church in Head and Members 
        
CHAP. X. The Papal Reaction. The Struggle for the Patrimonium. Martin V and Eugenius IV. Reestablish the
        Papal Supremacy without Granting Reform. The Protest and Abortive Schism of the
        Council of Basle
        
CHAP. XI. The Spread of Humanism
        
PERIOD II. From the Accession of the First Humanist
        Pope to the French Invasion of Italy (1447-1494).
        
CHAP. XII. Nicholas V, the First Humanist Pope, Makes
        Rome the Home of the Muses. The War of the Monks and the Humanists
        
CHAP. XIII. Calixtus III, the Old Spaniard, his Family
        Pride and his Zeal against the Infide. Pius II, the
        Cultured Man of the World who Died a Crusader. Paul II, the Splendor-loving
        Venetian Nepot 
        
CHAP. XIV. The New Learning Crosses the Alps. Its
        Spread in France. The Forerunners of German Humanism 
        
CHAP. XV. The Man of the Renascence on the Throne of
        St. Peter. Sixtus IV, the Terrible
        
CHAP. XVI. Innocent VIII, the Sultan's Jailer.
        Alexander VI, the Handsome Spanish Nepot. The French
        Invasion
        
CHAP. XVII. Savonarola and Freedom
        
PERIOD III. From the French Invasion to the Sack of
        Rome (1494-1527).
        
CHAP. XVIII. The Household of Alexander VI. The
        Prophet of Righteousness and the Vicar of Christ
        
CHAP. XIX. The Fall of the House of Borgia
        
CHAP. XX. Humanism in Europe from the Accession of Sixtus IV to the Death of Alexander VI. (1471-1503) The
        Florentine Academy and the Oxford School. Faber Stapulensis and his Pupils at Paris. John Reuchlin and the Older Humanists of Germany.
        Erasmus
        
CHAP. XXI. Julius II and Leo X. The Nephew of Sixtus IV and the Son of Lorenzo the Magnificent become
        Popes 
        
CHAP. XXII. Transalpine Humanism under Julius and Leo
        (1) The Battle of the Books about John Reuchlin; (2) The Three Disciples of the
        Philosophy of Christ; (3) The Pupils of Faber Stapulensis;
        (4) Ulrich Zwingli 
        
CHAP. XXIII. The Court of Leo X. Humanism in Italy and
        Spain. The Three Boy Kings 
        
CHAP. XXIV. The North Loses Patience with the Papacy.
        The Leaders of Revolt in Germany, Switzerland, France, and England 
        
CHAP. XXV. Adrian VI, the Honest Orthodox
        Ecclesiastic. The Older Humanists of the North Stand by the Church. The Younger
        Appeal to the New Testament. Clement VII, the Heir of the Medici
        
CHAP. XXVI. The Sack of Rome
        
A List of the Popes and Antipopes
        
A List of the Humanists Mentioned
        
        
        
INTRODUCTION
        
        
WHEN the writing of this book was proposed to me, some
        years ago, I undertook it with alacrity, on account of the interest in the
        subject which I had long cherished, and yet with some grave misgivings lest the
        pressure of other work, already promised, but not performed, should rob me of
        the time needed to accomplish this task with thoroughness and precision. For I
        knew the Age of the Renascence well enough, through previous studies from the
        literary, artistic, and philosophic points of view, to see that a man could not
        hope to make even an outline sketch of the Church in this complex period
        without much labor and steady thought.
        
The very brevity of the book proposed was an added
        difficulty. It is hard to be concise without becoming inaccurate. To make the results
        of study clear when the lack of space compels the omission of its processes; to
        justify conclusions without giving authorities; to condense volumes of reading
        into a chapter of writing, and that chapter again into a paragraph, and that
        paragraph into a single sentence; to select the characters of men who really
        embody the tendencies of their age; and to find adjectives which shall be
        equivalent to biographies, distinct and vivid, without being unjust or violent;
        in short, to draw a convincing picture, not of a single generation only, but of
        a movement which pervaded many generations and races, and to do this within the
        compass of a few hundred pages, is an enterprise not to be effected without
        serious toil.
        
Facing such a task as this, realizing its difficulties
        more and more sharply as the plan of the book took shape, and feeling at the
        same time the ever-increasing demands of other duties and literary engagements,
        I sought and gratefully welcomed the consent of my brother to make this volume
        a joint labor of fraternal authorship. Together we surveyed the field, marked
        out its limitations, rejoiced in the richness of its promise, and groaned a
        little, yet not despondently, at the prospect of the many hard places and
        obstacles.
        
On this preliminary journey of exploration we found
        ourselves in the full harmony of intellectual comradeship. The purpose, the
        method, the guiding principles of such a book as we wished to write seemed to
        us plain and self-evident. Abstract theories of the nature of the Church
        troubled us little. Special pleading for or against the Papacy disturbed us
        even less. The question of absorbing interest was not, What ought the Church to
        be in a correct scheme of doctrine? but, What was the Church in the actual
        unfolding of human life? What part did the ecclesiastical institution play in
        the conflicts of the Renascence ? What did the idea of the Papacy mean as a
        positive force, cooperating or conflicting with the other forces of the age?
        How far did it affect, and how far was It affected by, the influences which
        produced the great awakening of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries? What
        was the real relation of the Church as an organization to Christianity as a
        spiritual life? How potently did that spiritual life make itself felt in the
        progress of the world?
        
The answer to these questions was not a matter of
        theory, but of fact.
        
We felt sure that it was not to be found in the books
        of dogmatic theology or ecclesiastical history, nor in the decrees of councils,
        nor in the bulls of Popes, nor in the theses of reformers except in so far as
        all of these were veritable details in the great panorama of life. Their value
        lay, not in what they professed or claimed, but in what they actually
        represented. They were worth precisely what they expressed, reduced to the
        terms of reality.
        
The answer to our questions must be sought chiefly in
        the character of men and the history of nations. The type of ecclesiastical
        society produced by the contests between Pope and Antipope, the fashion of
        moral amelioration effected by the Reforming Councils, the style of humanity in
        which the spreading tree of Humanism bore its fruit, these were the things
        which we were drawn to study, and from which we hoped to derive some real and
        definite knowledge, to clarify our conception of the past, to broaden our
        judgment of the present, and to enlighten our vision of the future.
        
But as the work proceeded it became evident that the
        lion's share of it must fall to my brother. And of this, for several reasons, I
        was very glad; chiefly because I was sure that his leisure, his industry, and
        his long previous studies in the special department of ecclesiastical history
        fitted him for the more careful and complete accomplishment of our design.
        Moreover, there was a mortgage of other engagements, particularly in connection
        with the Lectures on Preaching at Yale University, in 1896, which more than
        covered all my time and strength.
        
To his hands, therefore, the final execution of our
        plan was committed. The collection of materials, the workmanship, the filling
        in of the outline, are all his. Such consultations as we have held in regard to
        the work are not to be considered as in any sense editorial or executive. The
        book as it stands belongs altogether to him. Whatever credit it deserves for
        scholarship, for clearness, for candor (and I hope that is not small), must be
        given entirely to him.
        
For myself, it remains only to add this brief
        introduction, which I gladly do at his request, in order that the formative
        ideas of the work may not be misunderstood, nor its limitations overlooked.
        
It is a serious misfortune for a book when people come
        to the reading of it without a perception of what it offers to them. But it is
        a still greater misfortune when they come with an expectation of finding what
        it was never meant to offer; for in the latter case they are inclined to lay
        upon the author the blame of a disappointment which belongs more properly to
        the reader, and to criticise as defects those
        necessary omissions which belong to a consistent plan.
        
Let it be understood, then, at the outset, that this
        was not intended to be a small church history in the technical sense, nor even
        a fragment of a larger church history. The plan of the book was of a different
        nature. It was to give as graphic a view as possible of a single act in the
        great life-drama of humanity.
        
This act was the crisis of the Papal Church in that
        period of intellectual and social reconstruction called the Age of the
        Renascence, which transformed the mediaeval into the modern world.
        
The scene opens with the return of the Pope from
        Avignon to Rome in 1377. It closes with the sack of Rome by the Spanish-German
        army, under the Duc de Bourbon, in 1527. Between these two points lies the
        dramatic story of a corrupt ecclesiastical body stubbornly resisting all
        attempts at reform from within and without, and at last succumbing to the
        pressure of great social and moral world-forces, which it was too prejudiced to
        comprehend, too proud to acknowledge, except for brief intervals, and too
        impotent to withstand, save with the fatal obstinacy of inherent weakness.
        
In sketching this story it was not intended to give
        full details of the various events and the manifold conflicts between nations
        and dynasties and parties and schools which entered into it. The exigencies of
        space would not permit this, even if the nature of the plan demanded it. Nor
        was it intended that the book should present references and lists of
        authorities to support its conclusions. Much as this might have been desired,
        it would be manifestly impossible in such a brief compass. Not even all of the
        great features of the Age of the Renascence could be included. The development
        of university life has been barely touched; the artistic revival has been
        altogether passed over to my own regret, but doubtless for good reasons.
        
This wholesale process of omission was necessary in
        order to make room on the small canvas for the picture which we had in mind.
        Details which were not essential must be left out, lest they should obscure the
        vital features. A process of negative exaggeration must be used to arrive at a
        clear view of the positive truth.
        
It would be better, for example, to omit the articles
        of many treaties, and the chronicles of many dynastic wars, and the records of
        many synods and councils, than to fail to give a vivid presentment of such men
        as Petrarch, Boccaccio, Poggio, and Filelfo, in Italy; Pierre d'Ailly,
        John of Gerson, and Faber Stapulensis, in France; Wiclif, Colet, More, and Tyndale, in England; Reuchlin and
        Ulrich von Hutten, in Germany; and Erasmus, that great intellectual
        cosmopolite. These men, and others like them, were, in fact, the makers of a
        new world in letters, in morals, in manners. It is impossible to know anything
        about the Age of the Renascence without getting at least a glimpse of these
        men as they lived and moved and had their intellectual being.
        
Nor can the varying and tragic fortunes of the Papacy
        during that eventful period be understood without a clear, though swift, glance
        into the interior life and personality of such popes as Nicholas V, the first
        Humanist Pontiff; Pius II, the clever litterateur and diplomatist; Sixtus IV, the terrible man with many nephews; Alexander
        VI, the Pontifex Maximus of gallantry, whose patron goddess was Venus; Julius
        II, who ruled and fought under the sign of Mars; and Leo X, whose tutelary
        deity was Pallas Athene. From the first conception of this book it was intended
        to give more space to the graphic depiction of these and other like typical
        figures than to the formal narration of what is ordinarily called
        ecclesiastical history.
        
But it was foreseen at the outset that the actors in
        the drama would be found divided, by the crisis of events, into two classes,
        antagonistic, irreconcilable, and often apparently incapable of understanding
        each other. And so, in fact, it has proved to be in the writing of the book.
        
Here they stand, distinctly marked, the two great
        parties that have always contended for the guidance of mankind: the men of
        institutions, and the men of ideas; the men whose supreme allegiance binds them
        to an organization, and the men whose ultimate loyalty is to the truth; Wycliff
        and Huss and Savonarola and Hutten and Luther and Zwingli, against the Roman
        Curia and its defenders. Many of the men whose intellectual sympathies drew
        them to the party of ideas were bound by the deeper links of character to the
        party of institutions. To this class belong Reuchlin and Erasmus, Colet and
        More, Gerson and de Ailly, and most of the elder
        Humanists. They were too fond of ancient order, too timid of change and
        confusion and possible misrule, ever to break with the Church, which
        obstinately resisted the reforming influence of ideas. But their personal
        hesitations were impotent to prevent the inevitable results of their work.
        Reuchlin might plead with his nephew Melanchthon to beware of friendship with
        the heretical Martin Luther, but the affectionate solicitation went for nothing
        against the irresistible impulses of an awakened reason, a new-born
        scholarship, and a liberated conscience.
        
The younger Humanists, almost to a man, deserted the
        party of institutions for the party of ideas. The Bible was set free from the
        bondage of tradition and given to the common people in German by Luther
        (1522), in French by Faber Stapulensis (1523), and in
        English by William Tyndale (1525). Thus the issue was clearly defined: Must a man
        believe what the Church teaches, no matter what the Bible says? or must the
        Church teach what men really believe, reading the Bible anew in the light of
        reason and the moral sense? Around this point the warfare of the Reformation
        was waged. It was the chief service of the Renascence as an intellectual and
        social movement that it brought this point of irrepressible conflict into
        distinct view, made it plain and distinct, and produced, in the service of
        literature and philosophy, the weapons which were at last used for the
        emancipation of faith.
        
In tracing the preliminary skirmishes of this mighty
        conflict, and describing the preparation of the armament with which it was to
        be fought, it was intended that this book should be impartial without being
        invertebrate. Our intention was to lay aside prejudices, but not to conceal
        convictions; to do justice to the character of men like Hadrian of Corneto, and the Cardinal Ximenes, and Adrian VI, without
        justifying their position. For, both in its conception and in its execution,
        this book proceeds from the standpoint that ideas are above institutions, and
        that liberty of reason and conscience is more precious than orthodoxy of
        doctrine.
        
Glancing forward over the contents of the volume as my
        brother has written it, I see that the composition of the picture, under his
        hands, has taken such a simple and natural form that it may be easily described
        in a few paragraphs.
        
First we have a brief review of the three forces which
        had changed the face of the world when the Pope came back to Rome from the
        Babylonian Captivity in France. The new patriotism, the new democracy, and the
        new learning, these were the equipollent and inseparable factors of the
        Renascence, now fully in action; and with these the Catholic Church had to
        reckon, if she would maintain her supremacy, or even her existence.
        
Then we have an account of the earnest efforts which
        were made to reform the Church from within. These efforts proceeded from four
        chief springs:
        
1. The revivals of religion in Italy, under the
        leadership of such enthusiasts as St. Catherine of Siena and Savonarola.
        
2. The national movement for reform in England,
        inspired by the teaching and influence of Wycliff and the Lollards.
        
3. The powerful after-echo of this movement in
        Bohemia, under the guidance of John Huss and Jerome of Prague.
        
4. The party of Conciliar Supremacy in the Catholic
        Church, resisting the encroachments of Papal absolution, and demanding, through
        men like Gerson and d'Ailly, the reform of the Church
        in head and members.
        
At the Council of Constance we see the last two of
        these forces falling foul of each other; and in the stories of Huss and
        Savonarola and the followers of Wycliff we read the fate of the men who dreamed
        that the Papacy could be reformed without the shedding of blood.
        
The four movements for the purification of the Church
        from within failed because they were essentially ecclesiastical. The tremendous
        momentum of the corrupt machine was too great to be checked by any resistance,
        save one which should have a firm foothold outside of the body to be checked,
        and abundant sources of independent strength. The ground for such a resistance
        was being prepared in Germany, in France, and in England during all the years
        of turmoil and shame and despair while the Papacy was punishing the passionate
        endeavors of the best members of the Church to reform it, and rewarding the
        successful conspiracies of its worst members to disgrace it.
        
The instrument of this preparation was the Renascence.
        It was not so much a mechanical alteration of the structure of human thought
        and society as it was a chemical change in the very elements of their
        composition. It transformed the scattered fragments of knowledge into the solid
        rock of scholarship. It metamorphosed the thoughts and feelings of men with the
        ardent heat of the love of learning, and crystallized their imaginations by the
        introduction of the historic spirit It loosened, at least for a time, the
        solidarity of European Christendom; but it substituted for the treacherous
        debris of the failing sentiment of universal brotherhood, which no longer
        afforded a trustworthy footing, new points of coherence and support, in the
        sentiments of nationality and the patriotic enthusiasms which were begotten and
        intensified by the spread of historic knowledge and by the increase of once
        barbarous countries in wisdom, wealth, and power.
        
The book traces this process, hastily, of course, and
        in mere outline, and yet, it seems to me, with a true comprehension of its deep
        significance and far-reaching results. The endeavor of the writer is not to
        show what the Reformation added to the Renascence; that is another story, and
        belongs to a later volume. But this book is an attempt to exhibit what the
        Renascence did for the Reformation.
        
There can be no question whatever, and I think it can
        be seen from this book, that the two movements which were actually crowned with
        some measure of success in the purification of Christian faith and life, namely,
        the Protestant Reformation under Luther and Zwingli and Calvin, and the
        Catholic Reaction in the latter half of the sixteenth century, were both the
        legitimate offspring of the Renascence. If there had been no liberty of
        scholarship there never would have been an open Bible. If there had been no revival
        of patriotism the Germans never would have backed Luther against the world to
        defend his right of interpreting the Scriptures.
        
And so if the book is to have a lesson drawn from it,
        it must be this: The fortunes of the Church as an institution depend upon the
        same laws which God has implanted in all human society, and through which He
        continually manifests His presence and power. There is no ecclesiastical
        history apart from secular history. The Church which rests upon authority alone
        must take its chances with the other dynasties. No appeal to the supernatural
        can shield its pretensions from the searching tests of reason and conscience.
        The Christianity which is to survive and maintain its claims in the face of the
        world must be in harmony with the primal moral forces, love of liberty, love of
        truth, love of real goodness.
        
Henry van Dyke.
        
        
        
PERIOD I.
        
FROM THE RETURN FROM AVIGNON TO THE ACCESSION OF
        NICHOLAS V. (1377-1447).
        
        
INTRODUCTORY RETROSPECT.
        
(CHAPTERS I., II., III.)
        
THE FORCES THAT HAD CHANGED THE CONDITIONS OF POWER
        DURING THE SEVENTY YEARS OF THE PAPAL ABSENCE FROM ROME.
        
        
CHAPTER I.
        
THE GROWTH OF PATRIOTISM OR THE SENSE OF NATIONALITY.
        
        
ON the 17th of January, 1377, all Rome was early
        afoot, and a great crowd streamed across the fields of Mount Aventinus to the
        gate of St. Paul, opening toward the sea. There the clergy of the city were
        gathered in festal array to receive the Pope. Landing from his galley, which
        had ascended the river from Ostia and lain at anchor all night just below the
        great Basilica of St. Paul without the Walls, Gregory XI heard mass, and the
        festal procession started to enter the gate. Two thousand men-at-arms,
        commanded by his nephew, Raymond. Vicomte of Turenne, guarded the gorgeous train.
        Behind the great banner of the Church, borne by the gray-haired Grand Master of
        the Knights of Rhodes, came the Pope, riding on a splendidly caparisoned
        palfrey beneath a baldachin carried by Roman nobles. Around him moved a
        glittering cavalcade of cardinals and bishops, and a company of white-robed
        clowns and tumblers, the usual companions of all stately processions, heralded
        his approach. In the gate stood the Senator of Rome in full armor, with the councillors and captains, waiting to put into Gregory's
        hands the keys of the city. As he passed on his long journey through the fields
        and streets to the other side of the circle of walls, the entire population
        greeted him with shouts of joy. Every bell was ringing, and from the crowded
        roofs and windows of the houses wreaths and flowers were showered into streets
        hung with tapestry and banners. It was evening before the slow procession
        reached St. Peter's, brilliant with eighteen thousand lamps, and the exhausted
        Pope could at last kneel by the tomb of the apostles to give thanks to God for
        his return to the city of the Church. So after a willing exile of seventy years
        the successor of St. Peter came back from the huge new palace on the banks of
        the Rhone to the ancient Vatican on the banks of the Tiber.
        
It was the end of the alliance of the Papacy with the
        house of France, called by all but those who caused and profited by it the
        Babylonian Captivity of the Church. Five successive Popes, each bishop of the
        bishops because he was Bishop of Rome, had never entered their cathedral of the
        Lateran, and Christendom rejoiced when Gregory had returned to his first duty.
        
But while the Popes had been neglecting their own city
        to become the allies and then the vassals of the kings of France, three
        generations had made a new world, and the opportunities and conditions of power
        were changed. Old institutions were decayed, and new social, political, and
        religious forces were finding expression.
        
The first of these great forces limiting the powers of
        the Papacy was the newly developed sense of nationality. In order to appreciate
        the bearing of this new force on problems of the government of the Church we
        must recall by suggestion the past relations of the Papacy to the political
        organization of Europe. When Christianity was made the religion of the Roman
        Empire under Constantine it became part of an ideal in which all nations were
        to form a single social organism holding one faith and obeying one government.
        And even when the barbarian invasion had broken the wall of Trajan and overrun
        Gaul, Spain, Italy, and Africa, men still mistook memories for hopes and looked
        to see order brought out of chaos by the reestablishment of the law of the
        empire. The very conquerors gazed with awe upon the mighty social organization
        they had overthrown. Able to destroy, but not to create, they respected the
        Roman law and the Roman Church, and permitted their subjects to be judged by
        the one and consoled by the other. And as successive waves of invasion poured
        in till it seemed as if the richest and most civilized lands of the ancient
        world were to become the desolate possessions of predatory tribes, the thoughts
        of men turned with increasing desire toward the unity and peace which had been
        the ideal of the empire. So when the Franks had beaten back the Saracens from
        the plain of Tours, saving Europe, like the Greeks before them, from slavery to
        Asia, they aspired to the yet greater task of reestablishing the Empire of the
        West to give peace and justice from the Mediterranean to the Baltic and from
        the ocean to the Danube. Charles the Great, perhaps the one most necessary and
        indispensable man in the history of the Western races, gathered together all
        the forms of law and religion in which there seemed a possibility of life, and
        on Christmas day of the year 800 was crowned by Pope Leo III Emperor of the
        West. The ideal which this ceremony expressed is clearly shown in a mosaic
        designed by order of the Pope. Christ appears in it twice: above, as Saviour, surrounded by the apostles, whom he is sending
        forth to preach; below, seated as ruler of the world. On his right kneels Pope
        Sylvester, on his left the Emperor Constantine; to the one he is handing the
        keys of heaven and hell, to the other the banner of the Cross. In the opposite
        arch the Apostle Peter sits, with Leo and Charles kneeling on either hand to
        receive the pallium of an archbishop and the banner of the Church militant. The
        circumscription is, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to all men
        of good will”. The makers of that mosaic hoped they had founded a divine
        institution with two heads, one supreme in spiritual, the other in temporal
        things, and both holding their power of God.
        
But the double eagle of Russia is not more impossible
        in the animal kingdom than the realization of this ideal in the realm of practical
        politics. The mediaeval Church was so much of an empire, and the mediaeval
        empire so much of a church, that neither seems to have been able to maintain
        its power for any long period without the aid of the other. But in spite of
        this common need it is difficult to find any pair of a great Pope and a great
        emperor who could dwell together in peace.
        
When the empire was weak the undefended Papacy became
        the prey of the fierce factions of the Roman nobility, and Popes who disgraced
        the throne of St. Peter sank to every conceivable depth of infamy. When a
        strong emperor defended by Teutonic soldiers the purity of elections and placed
        upon the throne a man worthy the office, he or his successor began a desperate
        struggle to secure those rights of appointing or investing bishops and abbots
        which the Emperor claimed for himself. In this struggle the Papacy had two
        favorite weapons: first, to stir up rebellion in the empire by means of the
        interdict and excommunication; and second, to create outside of the bounds of
        the empire a system of states whose rulers were willing to acknowledge, what
        the successors of Charles always denied, that the Popes not only consecrated,
        but conferred their authority and crowns. This policy, begun under Sylvester II
        (999-1003), created, by direct gift of the crown through the Pope as the Vicar
        of Christ and ruler of rulers, a tier of kingdoms between the borders of the
        Eastern and Western empires: Hungary, 1000, Poland soon after, Croatia, 1076,
        Servia and Bulgaria in the thirteenth century. Then the Popes turned to the
        south and west to create the kingdoms of Naples, Aragon, Portugal, the Island
        of Man, the kingdoms of Scotland, Norway, the double kingdom of
        Corsica-Sardinia, and the kingdom of Trinacria. The
        English King became a feudal vassal of the Pope, and some of his successors
        paid tribute in a subjection considered so complete that a legate who took off
        his cap in the presence of the King was much blamed at the Papal court. Clement
        VI, going out into the unknown, even created (1344) for Louis of Castile a
        kingdom of the yet undiscovered Fortunate Isles. The swords of the vassals of
        the Papacy and the power to give the sanctions of religion to every rebellious
        vassal of the empire made the Popes too strong for the emperors. The last
        members of the imperial house of Hohenstaufen died in a vain attempt to
        maintain their power over the kingdom of Sicily, which the Popes had given to
        Charles of Anjou to be held as a fief of the Church. For sixty years there was
        no emperor, and when Henry VII, half by force and half by entreaty, received
        the crown at the Lateran from the hands of a cardinal in a ceremony shorn of
        many of its ancient rites, his rebellious Italian subjects held St. Peter's,
        and the bolts of their crossbows fell among the guests at the imperial banquet.
        
The end and aim of the Papal policy was clearly shown
        when Boniface VIII. changed the ancient mitre for the
        modern triple Papal crown and appeared before the pilgrims of the jubilee of
        1300 one day in the Papal, the next in the imperial robes, shouting aloud, “I
        am Caesar, I am Emperor!”
        
But in destroying the empire and trusting their defence to the system of Papal States they had created, the
        Popes had prepared a weapon that could be turned against themselves. Kings, once
        grown strong, were as unwilling as emperors to submit to Papal control. France,
        from whom came the blow which revealed the hollowness of this Papal politics,
        was not, indeed, a member of the system of Papal States. Her kings had grown
        great without becoming vassals of the throne of St. Peter. But as against the
        empire she had always been closely allied to it, and the brother of King Louis
        had done homage to Clement IV (1265) for the kingdom of Sicily, and become the
        protagonist in the fight against the empire which extinguished the race of
        Hohenstaufen. Philip the Hardy however, cared little for past alliances, and
        his final answer to the pretensions of Boniface was to assault him in his own
        palace at Anagni (1303) by a band of mercenaries, a degradation so bitter to
        the proud old man that he died in a few weeks. His successor ruled a little
        more than a year, and after a conclave of nine months, the lobbying of Philip
        elected a Pope who transferred the chair of St. Peter to the banks of the
        Rhone. During the seventy years it remained there the preponderance of French
        influence became steadily more evident. The proportion of Frenchmen in the
        College of Cardinals increased. Now it was thirteen out of eighteen, now it
        rose to twenty-five out of twenty-eight, and again to nineteen out of
        twenty-one. In one short space of a few years the Papacy and the Pope’s brother
        lent 3,5ooo florins (probably equal in purchasing power to $40,000,000) to the
        French court.
        
From a Vicar of Christ who had abandoned the ancient
        capital of the world to become the tool of a French king men turned
        instinctively to the eternal King he represented, and the victorious English
        soldiers at Poitiers showed the error of the Papacy and the drift of events
        when they sang:
        
        
“If the Pope is French,
        
Christ is English.”
        
In England this Papal subservience to the interests of
        France strengthened the ancient opposition to the interference of the Pope in
        English affairs. And in particular Englishmen resented the sale of
        ecclesiastical offices to foreign incumbents, who without ever visiting their
        charges drew the rents and incomes by proxies and spent them in the luxurious
        Papal court at Avignon. England had thrilled at the letter of good old Robert
        of Lincoln protesting against the order of the Pope bestowing a canonry in his
        cathedral upon an Italian, Frederick of Lavagna (1253). He declined to obey it as unapostolic, declaring “it to be, not a cure,
        but a murder of souls”, when those who are appointed to a pastoral charge only
        use the milk and the wool of the sheep to satisfy their own bodily necessities.
        And one hundred years later the Parliament (1351-53) forbade by statute the
        introduction into England of provisors or Papal bulls which interfered with the
        filling of English ecclesiastical offices by Englishmen, and forbade appeals to
        Rome by which causes involving the persons or property of ecclesiastics could
        be freed from the law of England. It was that revolt of patriotism against
        ecclesiastical encroachment, often felt by those entirely faithful to the
        spiritual teaching of the Catholic Church, which found its classic expression,
        eight generations later, in the words which Shakespeare put into the mouth of
        King John:
        
“No Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our
        dominions;
        
But as we under Heaven are supreme head,
        
So under him, that great supremacy,
        
Where we do reign we will alone uphold,
        
Without the assistance of a mortal hand.
        
So tell the Pope; all reverence set apart,
        
To him and his usurped authority.”
        
Even in Germany, a prey to the greed of rapacious
        princelings whose people were to wait five hundred years for national unity,
        the assumptions of a Pope who seemed to use temporal control as a tool of the
        French King called out the spirit of patriotism without the form thereof. Pope
        John XXII (1316-34) longed to free Italy from foreign influence and unite the
        entire peninsula under the political headship of the Papacy. He endeavored to
        accomplish this by diplomacy, and as a move in his deep and dangerous game of
        politics it became needful to depose Lewis of Bavaria from the kingship of
        Germany. Taking advantage of the party strifes of the
        German princes, the Pope drove him by ban and interdict to the utmost straits.
        But when Lewis, in despair, was on the point of surrendering his claim to the
        crown, the publication of a single fact put all Germany for the moment behind
        him. His rival had secretly agreed to pledge the ancient kingdom of Arelat to France as security for costs incurred by the King
        in acting as mediator between the empire and the Pope. A storm of wrath
        denounced the bargain. Then the Pope issued a bull separating the Italian lands
        of the empire from all connection with the kingdom of Germany. All Germany rose
        at the insult, and for the first time in generations almost every German city
        and prince and bishop joined in common action. By the vote of six of the great
        princes, confirmed by a Reichstag at Frankfort, disordered and disunited
        Germany declared that “the imperial dignity and power proceeded from of old
        directly through the Son of God... Because, nevertheless, some, led by ambition
        and without understanding of Scripture... falsely assert that the imperial
        dignity comes from the Pope... and by such pestiferous dogmas the ancient enemy
        moves discord... and brings about seditions, therefore we declare that by the
        old right and custom of the empire, after any one is chosen emperor... he is in
        consequence of the election alone to be called true king and emperor of the
        Romans, and ought to be obeyed by all subjects of the empire.”
        
        
CHAPTER II.
        
NEW THEORIES OF THE SEAT OF SOVEREIGNTY AND THE RISING
        TIDE OF DEMOCRACY.
        
        
THIS political change, by which during the thirteenth
        century the peoples became conscious of their national aspirations, found
        expression in theories concerning the seat of authority and the nature of
        power. Literature, which in the hands of the schoolmen had become the advocate
        of Papal claims, began to express the strongest and most searching criticism of
        them. About the court of the Emperor gathered a little knot of men of different
        nations, whose brilliant polemic writings attracted attention by the boldness
        and skill with which they attacked the whole logical edifice of the scholastic
        theory of Papal Supremacy. The English Franciscan, William of Occam, the most
        distinguished philosopher of his day; the Fleming, Jean of Jandun,
        celebrated dialectician of the Paris schools; the Italian, Michael of Cesena,
        General of the Franciscans; Brother Bonagratia, the
        distinguished theologian and jurist; the German, Henry of Thalheim,
        and others, formed the strongest literary coterie of the age, with Marsilius of Padua, a well-known lawyer and physician, as their
        brightest star. His book, The Defender of Peace against the Usurped
          Jurisdiction of the Roman Pontiff, was a daring arraignment and reversal of
        traditional judgments about the source of authority in Church and State. For
        instance, he asserts that “church” in its apostolic use means the entire body
        of Christian men, and that all Christians, be they clergy or laymen, are
        churchmen. Temporal pains and penalties do not belong to the law of the Gospel,
        which is not a law at all, but a doctrine. “Bishop” and “priest” are used
        interchangeably in the New Testament. The popedom, a useful symbol of the unity
        of the Church, is an institution begun later than the apostolic age, whose
        historical growth is clearly traceable. The bishops of Rome gained
        preeminence, not as St. Peter's successors, but from the connection of their
        see with the ancient capital of the Roman Empire. The sovereignty of the State
        rests with the people. By them the laws are properly made, and their validity
        comes from the people’s sovereignty. The community of the citizens, or their
        majority, expressing its will by representatives, is supreme. Government
        requires a unity of office, not necessarily of number. But if, as is usually
        wisest, a king be chosen, he must be supported by enough force to overpower the
        riotous few, but not the mass of the nation. In the ecclesiastical
        organization, also, the authority rests not with the hierarchy, but is derived
        from the whole Church, and the priestly class are only their executives,
        responsible to a General Council formed of clergy and laity alike. The clergy
        are the executives of the Church only in spiritual affairs. Their property and
        incomes are as much subject to the civil law as those of their lay brethren.
        His office does not change the responsibility of a clergyman to the civil law,
        for if he should steal or murder, who would say that these were to be regarded
        as spiritual acts? These opinions were formally condemned by the ecclesiastical
        authorities, and Marsilius was denounced as a radical
        innovator who would destroy Church and State.
        
Such bold denials of the theories which had been
        formed to support the social and ecclesiastical institutions of the middle ages
        had but little direct effect outside of the circle of clerks and theologians to
        whom they were addressed, but they were dimly felt and half-unconsciously
        formulated during the fourteenth century in political changes by which the
        feudal power and privileges of civil and ecclesiastical lords were in some
        places checked, in others destroyed, by the efforts of a middle class of
        burgher merchants or manufacturers and small landed freeholders. And behind and
        beneath these political changes there could be heard the half-articulate murmur
        of the rising tide of democracy, with its claim that men are equal before God
        and the laws, and its hope of a society so organized and governed that none
        should ever want but the idle and vicious.
        
It has been well said that mediaeval man was chiefly
        occupied with the acquisition or defence of
        privileges. Feudal society was divided into very strictly separated classes,
        and the unwritten principle at its foundation was that all rights not expressly
        granted to a lower class were reserved for the higher. Time had been when the
        enjoyment of these privileges meant the performance of certain necessary
        duties. The castle of the lord, around which the wattled mud huts of the peasants
        clung like swallows' nests, may have been the abode of tyranny, but it was also
        a refuge from robbery. To be unbound to any community, large or small, which
        thus possessed a leader and the means of self-protection, was to be exposed to
        unlimited outrage in a time when every man did that which was right in his own
        eyes to all who did not belong to his own community. And it came to pass that
        to be a landless man was to be thought an outlaw, and to be a lordless man a
        thief. But as society became more orderly and private war less incessant, these
        privileges became oppressive to a people no longer bound to their superiors by
        perils shared, or grateful for defence against
        danger. And peasant and burgher, chafing under the bondage of those to whom
        they were compelled to render services without service in return, began
        everywhere to long passionately for legal equality or freedom. A single
        circumstance gave force to this long-cherished desire. Misery alone is sterile,
        and the dead weight of injustice will either crush a people to a servile temper
        or provoke a despair that perishes by its own ferocity. The consciousness of
        power is needed to animate a useful revolution. And during the fourteenth
        century this consciousness was diffused among the common people in some parts
        of western Europe by the demonstration of the irresistible force on the
        battlefield of a properly drilled and handled infantry. So long as the knight,
        with a couple of esquires and a score of professional men-at-arms cased in
        steel, mounted on heavy horses, and trained to ride and fence, was more than a
        match for the men of a dozen villages who had never learned how to march or to
        hold the simplest formation, revolt among the lower classes meant only the
        treacherous and useless murder of some isolated oppressors.
        
It was just at the turn of the thirteenth century
        (1302) when the shock of Courtrai sounded through the world. Twenty thousand
        Flemish artisans were brought to bay in a great plain by the much larger army
        of France. The few dispossessed nobles who were their military leaders killed
        their horses and knighted thirty merchants as a sign of fellowship, and
        shouting their war-cry of “Shield and friend!” the solid mass of men stood
        stoutly with boar-spears and iron-shod clubs against the French charge. In two
        hours fifteen thousand fallen men-at-arms choked the ditch which guarded their
        front, or were scattered over the plain. They covered the walls of the
        cathedral of Courtrai with the gilded spurs of the knights, and the roll of the
        dead sounds like a muster of the nobility of France “fallen”, as the chronicler
        laments, “by the hands of villeins”. This consciousness of power gave hope, and
        from hope came effort. Therefore the fourteenth century is marked in many parts
        of the world by desperate struggles for liberty on the part of the peasant and
        artisan classes rising out of a half-servile condition.
        
The relation of this struggle to religion, and to the
        social and moral conditions with which religion is concerned, may best be
        illustrated by the English peasant revolt of 1381, which, long misjudged
        through the reports of its enemies, apparently a failure, is now recognized as
        one of the most remarkable and successful of revolutions. In the middle of the
        century the power of the English peasant was suddenly increased by a singular
        cause. The black death, starting in those crowded cities of Asia which have
        always been the homes of pestilence, spread slowly but steadily over Europe. It
        is difficult to appreciate the horror of its visit in an age when the simplest
        rules of sanitary science were unknown and medical practice little more than
        superstition. Cautious judges concede that twenty-five millions of people
        perished. In England alone a conservative estimate allows that eight hundred
        thousand people, one third of the total population, died by a “foul death”,
        which smote the children of the king and the children of the slave, so that
        there was not a house where there was not one dead. As a consequence labor
        became so scarce that the price of it rose at once. The noble whose crop cost
        to harvest £$ 15s. 9d. the year before the plague had to pay £12 19-s. 10d. the
        year after. This situation hastened the process of freeing the nativi, or serfs, which had begun years before. For
        those personal services, such as ploughing one day every week in the year,
        gathering the lord’s nuts, making the lords’ park walls over against his land,
        carrying the lord’s corn home every fortnight on the Saturday, which reminded
        the tenants of their descent from bondsmen and thralls, were then quite largely
        commuted by the impoverished lords for money payments.
        
But the landowners who farmed by bailiffs were not
        disposed to see their profits impaired and their rents lowered without a
        struggle. And as soon as the cessation of the plague enabled Parliament to
        meet, they passed the Statute of Laborers, which stood on the books for two
        hundred and fifty years. It provided that every able-bodied man or woman under
        sixty must work for any employer who sought him for suitable service at the
        wages of the year 1347, prohibited him from leaving his employer before the end
        of his term of service, forbade his employer to pay him higher wages, and
        provided penalties of fine or imprisonment for disobedience. It even forbade
        the employer to fulfil contracts for higher wages made before the passing of
        the act.
        
This law was met by the establishment of a vast secret
        combination of artisans and peasants, the first trade-union, which was so
        successful that twenty years after the plague the price of harvest labor was
        double that enforced by the statute. Then the lords, in despair, attempted to
        reverse the commutations to their ancient equivalents in forced labor. The
        result was to them a tremendous astonishment. The villeins of all England rose
        in revolt. For this they had been partly prepared by preaching, which gave the
        sanction of religion to their demand for justice. Men like John Ball, a priest
        of Kent, out of whose sermons were made such popular rhymes as :
        
“When Adam delved and Eve span,
        
Who was then the gentleman?”
        
had for years been denouncing the wickedness of the
        rich and the injustice of social and political conditions. They were now
        reinforced by priests armed with the new knowledge of the Bible which was
        spreading rapidly from the teaching of the friends and pupils of Wycliff. And
        many a hamlet heard the stern appeals of the prophets from tyranny to God
        applied to their own times. So it was that when the southern force of the
        insurgents, entering London by the help of their sympathizers among the
        citizens, fired the palace of the Duke of Lancaster, they flung a plunderer
        caught with a silver cup back into the flames saying they were seekers of truth
        and justice, not thieves. It was this moral and religious basis of the rising
        which made the northern army of insurgents, when London lay at their mercy,
        receive the simple promise of their boy King to “free them and their lands
        forever, that they should be no more called serfs”, with shouts of joy, and to
        quietly disperse to their homes with charters which, before the ink was dry,
        their King was secretly promising his councillors to
        wash out in blood. But though the insurrection was conquered by treachery, and
        its leaders died by hundreds on the gallows, it did not fail. Parliament
        revoked the concessions of the King and professed a willingness to perish all
        together in one day rather than grant “liberties and manumissions to their
        villeins and bond-tenants”, but the peril had been too great for a second risk.
        From that day to this many English-speaking men have ground the face of the
        poor; but since 1381, when the peasants were taught by the Poor Priests to use
        their power in the demand for the rights of humanity in the name of God and
        justice, no one has attempted to make serfs of the English laborers. And this
        spirit of democracy, the desire for freedom or equal rights before God and the
        laws, appealing against every caste and privilege in Church or State to
        conscience and the Bible, had during the seventy years of the Papal absence
        from Rome become a force which had everywhere to be reckoned with.
        
        
CHAPTER III.
        
THE NEW LEARNING.
        
PETRARCH, THE PROTOTYPE OF THE HUMANISTS.
        
        
THE general movement of the human spirit during the
        fourteenth century, producing patriotism, new theories of the seat of
        authority, and the desire for freedom, found a special expression for itself in
        Italy in the beginnings of the New Learning or the movement of the Humanists.
        This used, by a narrowness of thought and diction, to be called the Renascence,
        but is now rightly regarded as only the intellectual centre of that broad movement which affected every side of life.
        
To define so complex a movement as the New Learning is
        impossible. It can best be made clear in a sketch of the work and character of
        Petrarch, the prophet and prototype of Humanism, who died at Arqua, near Padua, three years before the return of the
        Papacy from Avignon.
        
His father was a Florentine notary, banished by the
        same decree with Dante, who finally settled at Avignon to practise his profession in the neighborhood of the Papal court. In the jurists’ library
        were some manuscripts of Cicero, and as soon as Petrarch could read he loved
        them. Doubtless his father, who destined the lad for the law, smiled approval
        at such appropriate tastes. But he soon found out his mistake. This youngster
        with a voice of extraordinary power and sweetness, who loved to play his lute
        and listen to the song of the birds, was not seeking in the works of the great
        Roman lawyer legal information. It was the majestic swing, the noble music, of
        the Ciceronian Latin which charmed him, and as the years went on he suffered
        the pangs which have been common in all ages to the lovers of the Muses held by
        parental worldly wisdom to the study of the law. Bad reports came back from the
        tutors of Montpellier and Bologna. Reproaches and excuses ended in a parental
        raid, which discovered under the bed a hidden treasure of tempting manuscripts.
        They were promptly condemned to the flames, and only the tears of the lad saved
        a Virgil and one speech of Cicero, to be, as the father said, smiling in spite
        of himself at the desperate dismay of the convicted sinner, one for an occasional
        leisure hour, the other a help in legal studies. And Virgil and Cicero became
        to Petrarch lifelong companions. The copy of the Aeneid thus saved from the
        flames had been made by his own hand, and he wrote in it the date of the death
        of his son, his friends, and the woman he loved. It was stolen from him once,
        and returned after ten years, and he wrote in it the day of its loss and the
        day of its return. To Petrarch Virgil was “lord of language”, a character noble
        as his genius, half poet and half saint, a divine master. But to say this was
        only to repeat Dante, and Petrarch did little for the influence of the Mantuan
        could not, indeed, escape from that habit of allegorical interpretation which
        thought of a poet as a riddle-maker whose object was not to make truth clear
        and beautiful, but obscure.
        
But Petrarch may with truth be called the modern
        discoverer of Cicero. Not, indeed, that Cicero’s name was before unknown, but
        that Cicero's works were little read and still less understood. Many of his finest
        pieces had not been seen for generations. And from his youth up Petrarch
        followed like a sleuth-hound every possible trace of a lost manuscript. When,
        riding along the roads, he caught sight of an old cloister, his first thought
        was, “Is there a Cicero manuscript in the library?” In the midst of a journey
        he suddenly determined to stop at Liege, because he heard there were many old
        books in the city, and his reward was two unknown speeches of Cicero. He not
        only hunted himself, but as his circle of friends and his means increased, he
        spread his efforts to Germany, Greece, France, Spain, and Britain, wherever any
        chance of a find was suggested. Of course he had his disappointments. Once he
        imagined he had secured the lost Praise of Philosophy; but though the
        style was Cicero’s, he could read nothing in it to account for Augustine's
        enthusiasm, which had first put him on the track. At last the doubt was ended,
        for he found a quotation in another writing of Augustines which was not in his manuscript. He was the victim of a false title. And when
        he discovered that what he had was an extract of the “Academica” he always
        afterward rated it as one of the least valuable of Cicero's works. Then he
        thought that he had found the treatise on Fame. He loaned the volume
        which contained it, and neither he nor the world has ever seen it since surely
        the costliest book loan on record.
        
But no disappointment damped his enthusiasm. When the
        manuscript of Homer was sent to him as a present from Constantinople, though he
        could read no word of Greek, nor find anyone who could, he knew that this was
        the book beloved of Horace and Cicero. He took it in his arms and kissed it.
        How great must have been his joy when, in the cathedral library of Verona, he
        unexpectedly stumbled on an old half-decayed manuscript of some of Cicero's
        letters! He was sick and tired, but he would trust his frail treasure to no copyist.
        He announced his find to Italy in an epistle to Cicero himself, and henceforth
        he enriched literature by a stream of citations whose source, warned by
        experience, he never trusted out of his own hands. Why he never allowed it to
        be copied during his lifetime can best be explained by those collectors who
        dislike to have replicas made of their pictures. Nor was he content with the
        writings of antiquity. The portraits of Roman emperors on coins excited his
        imagination. Others had collected coins and medals as rarities, but he was the
        first modern to understand their value as historical monuments.
        
From the great men of the past he learned to exercise
        a common-sense criticism on the methods and results of the traditional learning
        of his time. In scorn and enthusiasm he flung himself with all his powers on
        the scholastic system of instruction, and denounced the universities as nests
        of ignorance, adorning fools with pompous degrees of master and doctor. In
        particular he objected to the division of disciplines. If he were asked what
        art he professed he would answer that there was but one art, of which he was a
        humble disciple : the art of truth and virtue, which made the wisdom of life.
        But he was not content with vague denunciation. The professors of every
        discipline, history, arithmetic, music, astronomy, philosophy, theology, and
        eloquence heard his voice accusing them of an empty sophistry without real
        relation to life.
        
The objects of his first and bitterest attacks were
        astrology and alchemy, whose pretensions then flattered the ear of princes and
        dazzled the hopes of peasants. He denounced astrology, stamped with the
        authority of a teacher's chair at Bologna and Padua, as a baseless
        superstition, and, in the very spirit of Cicero toward the augurs, related with
        glee how a court astrologer of Milan had told him that, though he made a living
        out of it, the whole science was a fraud. He accused the physicians also of
        being charlatans. When Pope Clement VI was ill, Petrarch wrote a letter warning
        him against them. He was wont to say that no physician should cross his
        threshold, and when custom compelled him to receive them in his old age, wrote
        with humor of his persistence in neglecting all their orders and his consequent
        return to health. But he made far more effective attacks than any mere witty
        expression of a personal mood. To his friend the distinguished physician Giovanni Dondi he gave strong reasons for his scorn of the
        ordinary practitioner. He did not deny that there might be a science of
        medicine. He suggested that the Arabs had made the beginnings of it. But he
        denied to the empirics and pretenders who were imposing on the people by wise
        looks and long words every title of real learning. And he pointed out as the
        path to a science of health and disease the entirely different method of modern
        medicine. The lawyers so hated in his youth felt the lash of his invective. He
        called them mere casuists, splitting hairs in a noble art once adorned by the
        learning and eloquence of Cicero, but sunk to a mere way of earning bread by
        clever trickery in the hands of men ignorant and careless of the origin,
        history, and relations of the principles of law. And he took a keen delight in
        pointing out the blunders in history and literature made by the greatest jurist
        of his time. But it was in philosophy that he came into sharpest conflict with
        the scholastic method, which hung like a millstone around the neck of learning.
        To make dialectics an end instead of a means he called putting the practice of
        boys into the place of the finished wisdom of men. Logic was only an aid to
        rhetoric and poetry, and ideas worth far more than the words which the
        schoolmen put in their place. When they hid behind the shield of Aristotle,
        Petrarch was not dismayed. In the pamphlet Concerning his Own Ignorance and
          that of Many Others  he dared to say
        that Aristotle was a man and there was much that even he did not know. And he
        finally asserted that, while no one could doubt the greatness of Aristotle’s
        mind, there was in all his writings “no trace of eloquence” a word which took
        as much courage to cast as the stone from the shepherd's sling that freed Israel.
        
It was the word of an independent. And this
        independence, this assertion of his personal individual judgment, marks the
        second service of Petrarch. He was not only a critic of scholastic methods and
        an instaurator of learning, but he threw a high light
        on the value of the Individual.
        
We have seen why the mediaeval man instinctively
        regarded himself as one of a class. The serf or burgher, noble or ecclesiastic,
        was a member of a great corporation, and his chances and duties were limited
        not only by circumstances and abilities, but by obligations joining him to his
        fellows in every direction. The necessities of a half-barbarous condition had
        made the social unit, not the man or his family, but the community. And the
        ideal of the feudal system was a single great organization, ruled in ascending
        stages by a civil hierarchy of overlords, with every detail of life guided and
        directed by the spiritual hierarchy of the clergy, who bound or loosed the
        oaths that held society together, directed consciences by the confessional,
        and, by denying the means of grace in the sacrament, could cast any man out
        from the fellowship of God and man in this world and the next. Hence mediaeval
        society lacked the mobility and freedom needed to develop individuality. In
        those days travelling was difficult. For the most part a man expected to die
        where he was born, and do his duty in that rank of life to which God had called
        him, unless, indeed, his relation to the social corporation drew him from his
        home on war or pilgrimage. As against the overwhelming pressure of this
        corporate sense there was little to develop the consciousness of the ego. Even
        if the man of the middle ages went to the university, travelled, and mingled
        with his fellows, his mind was still confined. He found there no chance or
        impulse to measure the heights and depths of his own nature, or to investigate
        freely the world without. The authority of tradition defined the objects and
        methods of study, and in every university of the middle of the thirteenth
        century the “freedom of academic teaching” was limited with a strictness from
        which even the narrowest denominational institutions of learning would shrink
        today. The organized discipline of study had largely sunk into a base mechanic
        exercise, a mere gymnastic of the mind. In this social and intellectual
        atmosphere it was difficult for man to know himself.
        
The literary instinct of Petrarch has presented in
        dramatic form the moment when he first broke these bonds and realized the value
        of self. That love of nature which appears in his sonnets in such close
        connection with his power of self-analysis gave the occasion. So far as we
        know, Petrarch was the first modern man to climb a mountain for the sake of
        looking at the view. About the year 1336, when he was thirty-two years old, he
        and his brother Gerard set out from Vaucluse to climb Mount Ventoux.
        Gerard was evidently very much bored, and remained all day in that state of
        subacute irritation common to men who have been seduced by the enthusiasm of a
        friend into a tiresome expedition for which they have no taste. But Petrarch
        wrote: “I stood astonished on the top. Under my feet floated the clouds; before
        my eyes the snow-covered heads of the Alps towered over the beloved plains of
        Italy. I knew them, alas! far from me, and yet they seemed so near that I could
        almost touch them. Then I remembered the past. I ran over in thought my student
        years in Bologna, and saw how wishes and tastes had indeed changed, but vices
        and faults remained unchanged or were grown worse. Again I turned my gaze on
        the wonderful spectacle of nature that had drawn me to the top of the mountain,
        saw round about me mountains and valleys, land and sea, and rejoiced at the
        view. Thus gazing, now singling out some single object, now letting my sight
        range far into the distance, now raising eyes and soul to heaven, I
        unconsciously drew out of my pocket Augustine's Confessions, a book I always
        carry with me, and it opened at this passage:
        
“Men go to wonder at the peaks of the mountains, the
        huge waves of the sea, the broad rivers, the great ocean, the circles of the
        stars, and for these things forget themselves. I trembled at these words, shut
        the book, and fell into a rage with myself for gaping at earthly things when I
        ought to have learned long ago, even from heathen philosophers, that the soul
        is the only great and astonishing thing. Silent I left the mountain and turned
        my view from the things without me to that within.”
        
And this dramatic announcement marks the beginning of
        the modern habit of introspection. Naturally he developed the defects of his
        qualities, and complains constantly of a spiritual malady he calls acedia.
        Melancholy, the mood of heavy indifference to all objects of thought and
        feeling, the malaria of the soul, had long been known. The early fathers
        denounced it, and the medieval theologians, who saw much of it in the
        cloisters, ranked it among the deadly sins. But a single trait of Petrarch's
        character developed this old-fashioned melancholy into the modern Weltschmerz.
        He was the victim of a ceaseless appetite for fame which no praise could
        satisfy a passion which tormented most of the early Humanists and spread from them
        to the whole society of Italy during the fifteenth century. This passion led
        him constantly to do things he despised and made such a gulf between his
        knowledge of what he was and his ideal of what he ought to be that he despaired
        at times of himself and the world.
        
For no sketch of Petrarch is complete which fails to
        show him not only as an instaurator of learning and
        an asserter of individuality, but also as a humbug. Even Napoleon, with the
        resources of France to help him, could not pose with the ceaseless subtlety and
        variety of Petrarch. Every strong and true passion of his soul was mingled with
        self-seeking and self-consciousness. He was a lover of nature and of solitude;
        but lie always took care to select an accessible hermitage and to let all the world
        know where it was. When lie dwelt in his house by the fountain of Vaucluse,
        with an old housekeeper and two servants to look after him, and an old dog to
        lie at his feet, he describes his life among the simple peasants as that of one
        busily content with watching the beauties of nature and reading the words of
        the mighty dead, who was willing to let the striving world wag on as it will.
        But in reality it was that of a scholar listening eagerly to every echo of his
        fame which reached him from the outer world, and counting the pilgrims drawn to
        his solitude by his growing reputation. He was fond of beginning his letters, In
          the stillness of dusky night, or, At the first flush of sunrise, and
        perfectly conscious of the interest aroused by the suggested figure of the pale
        student bent over his books in mysterious and noble loneliness. With that
        curious weakness which leads inveterate vanity to find pleasure in betraying
        itself, Petrarch has written that when he fled from cities and society to his
        quiet houses at Vaucluse or Arqua, he had done it to
        impress the imaginations of men and to increase his fame; which, like all the
        acts and words of a poseur, was probably about half true and half false.
        
One who thus enthroned and adored his own genius
        demanded, of course, tribute from his friends. And in all the letters he
        exchanges with his intimates we find that the topic is never their concerns,
        but always the concerns of Petrarch. He is fond of decorating his epistles to
        them with Ciceronian phrases on the nobility of friendship. All the great men
        of antiquity had friends. But he who stepped aside from the part of playing
        chorus to Petrarch's role of hero did so at his peril. To criticise his writing even in the smallest was to risk a transference to the ranks of his
        enemies.
        
His love for Laura was undoubtedly genuine. There is a
        breath of real pain in his answer to a teasing friend: “Oh, would that it were
        hypocrisy, and not madness!”. But Petrarch was not unaware that all the world
        loves a lover. No one felt more acutely than he did the patient dignity
        conferred by a hopeless passion for an unattainable woman. As his fountain of
        Vaucluse became more beautiful to him because he had made it famous, so he
        loved Laura more because he had sung his love for all the world to hear.
        
Petrarch was religious, and in spite of his admiration
        for Plato and Cicero, wrote that he counted the least in the kingdom of heaven
        as greater than they. He is continually denouncing the profligacy of the Papal
        court at Avignon, whose members deserted their duties at home to live in luxury
        on the income of benefices they never visited. But Petrarch himself was priest,
        canon, and archdeacon without ever preaching a sermon or saying a mass,
        residing near his cathedral, or caring for the poor. And no man of his time was
        more persistent in the attempt to increase his income by adding new benefices
        to the ones whose duties he already neglected. He who runs may read this in a
        mass of begging letters, where pride and literary skill ill conceal the
        eagerness of the request and the wrath and bitterness of disappointment. He was
        a lover of freedom, whose praises he sang with all his skill. But he shocked
        even his most faithful friends by accepting the hospitality and making gain of
        the favor of the Visconti, whose unscrupulous power was threatening every free
        city of North Italy.
        
His devouring ambition, the appetite for success as
        symbolized by fame or wealth, appears perhaps most plainly in his attitude to
        the memory of Dante. This became so notorious that it was openly ascribed to
        envy, and his friend Boccaccio bravely wrote to tell him of the slander,
        expressing in the letter his own boundless admiration for the great dead.
        Petrarch's reply is cold. He does not use Dante's name. It is the charge of envy
        which troubles him. How could he be charged with envy of one who had written
        nobly, indeed, but in the common speech and for the common people, while he had
        only used it in his youth and half in play? How could he who did not envy even
        Virgil envy Dante?
        
This egotism was fed by such a banquet of admiration
        as has been spread for few men. The cities of Italy did not wait for his death
        to rival each other in honoring him. A decree of the Venetian Senate said that
        no Christian philosopher or poet could be compared to him. The city of Arezzo
        greeted him with a triumphal procession and a decree that the house of his
        birth might never be altered. Florence bought the confiscated estates of his father
        and presented them to the man “who for centuries had no equal and could
        scarcely find one in the ages to come, in whom Virgil's spirit and Cicero's
        eloquence had again clothed themselves in flesh.”
        
Wherever he went men strove who should do him most
        honor. An old schoolmaster made a long journey to Naples to see him, and,
        arriving too late, followed over the Apennines to Parma, where he kissed his
        head and hands. Letters and verses in basketfuls brought admiration from every
        part of Italy, from France, Germany, England, and even from Greece. Perhaps the
        most prized of all these symbols of admiration was the bestowal of the poet's
        crown a revival of a traditional and seldom-practised rite. At the age of thirty-six two invitations to receive it reached him on the
        same day: one from the University of Paris, and one from the Roman Senate. He
        chose Rome as the inheritor of imperial dignity, the true centre of Christendom. Led by a stately procession through the city to the Capitol, he
        received the crown from the hand of a Senator, delivered a festal speech, and
        went in procession to St. Peter’s, where he knelt before the altar of the
        apostles and laid his wreath upon it. The day closed with a great banquet in
        the house of the chief of the Roman nobles. And these distinctions, sentimental
        as was their form, exaggerated as was the rhetoric in which they were phrased,
        were the tributes for great service to humanity. Not that Petrarch discovered
        anew classic literature, the rights of criticism, or the value of the
        individual. He accomplished little that was definite in criticism or history.
        Roger Bacon was a more original reformer of the methods of science, and there
        were men before Petrarch. But he came in the fullness of time, and by the force
        of genius gathered together and expressed the tendencies of his own age in a
        work and a personality strong enough to break the road which was to be followed
        by four generations of the New Learning. And they were to be the spiritual centre of the great social movement of the Renascence, and
        the strongest of those forces which were to limit the new opportunities and
        duties of the Papacy, returned to the dignity of its ancient seat in the
        Eternal City.
        
        
CHAPTER IV.
        
THE CONDITION IN WHICH THE RETURNING POPE FOUND ITALY
        AND THE PATRIMONY OF ST. PETER. THE BEGINNING OF THE GREAT SCHISM. TWO VICARS
        OF CHRIST FIGHT FOR THE TIARA.
        
        
THE Pope had come back to Rome not simply out of
        veneration for the ancient seat of the Papacy, but because he was forced to
        defend to the utmost his temporal authority in Italy.
        
During his absence the cities of Italy had been
        exposed to two dangers. The first was the presence of great bands of mercenary
        soldiers with just discipline enough to hold together and fight. The loosely
        ruled kingdom of Naples, swarming with brigands, was the regular school of
        leaders for these bands, and their ranks were recruited by adventurers from
        France, Germany, and England. When unemployed they plundered, and when hired
        for war they were equally dangerous to friend and foe. Werner of Urslingen, one of the earliest of their commanders (1348),
        had this inscription on his sword: “I am Duke Werner, leader of the Great
        Company, the enemy of God, of mercy, and of pity.”
        
The second danger which threatened the Italian cities
        was the power of tyrants, who, with the help of mercenaries, absorbed or seized
        the rights of many municipalities and turned them into personal possessions.
        These men everywhere refused to pay their tributes to the Pope as their feudal
        overlord. And to defend its own rights and answer the cry of the suffering
        cities the Papacy had, in 1353, sent the Spaniard Gil de Albornoz as legate to
        Italy. The situation taxed even his abilities, for the Free Companies roamed
        like human locusts, devouring what the tyrants spared. Bernabò Visconti, the
        greatest of these tyrants, serves as their type. He was the nephew of that
        Giovanni Visconti who, as Archbishop of Milan, completed the long process of
        usurpation by which his family had become lords of the city and a great
        tributary territory. Bernabò’s power was unlimited, his wealth enormous, and he
        used both in a way which suggests the worst of the old Roman emperors. The
        central object of the administration of home affairs was the Prince's hunting,
        and his people were compelled to keep five thousand boar hounds and be
        responsible for their health. To interfere with the savage brutes meant death
        by torture; and the unfortunates upon whose hands one of these unwelcome guests
        died ran no small danger of being fed to the rest of the pack. He it was who
        gave a Papal messenger carrying a bull of excommunication the choice of being
        thrown off the bridge into the river or swallowing his own parchment; and
        answered the Archbishop of Milan, who refused his commands: “Know you not that
        I am Pope, emperor, and king in my country, and that God himself can’t do
        anything in it against my will?”
        
Against this big tyrant Albornoz could do little, even
        with the help of Florence, the type and ideal of those cities that were
        struggling to maintain their ancient privileges as chartered municipalities of the
        Holy Roman Empire. But the horde of little tyrants felt his hand, and at his
        death in 1367 a large number of the cities of the Papal States, defended by new
        citadels filled with Papal garrisons, enjoyed some measure of local privilege
        as vassals of the Pope. But he found no successor. And his death let loose on
        Italy a horde of hungry legates who used his citadels for oppression and
        plunder. For the most part Frenchmen, they trampled not only on the chartered
        liberties, but also on the feelings, of their cities and provinces.
        
Gerard von Puy, for instance, Abbot of Montmajeur and Legate of Perugia, held the city by the
        terror of his mercenaries as with a hand of iron. He himself banished and
        killed and extorted money. His nephew and favorite openly carried off two
        noblewomen of the city. The Governor answered the protests of the burghers in
        the first case with an indecent jest, and in the second by condemning his
        nephew to death unless he returned the woman in fifty days. And the facts would
        seem to justify the words of that ardent lover of the Church, St. Catherine of
        Siena, who, in a letter to Gregory XI, called his legates “incarnate demons.”
        
The year before Gregory started to return to Rome, the
        city of Florence, which through the long strife with the empire had been a
        faithful ally of the Popes, raised a blood-red banner with the word Libertas in
        silver letters, and united eighty cities of Tuscany in a League of Freedom
        against “the barbarians who have been sent to Italy by the Papacy to grow fat
        on our goods and blood.”
        
City after city rose at the call of the League. Citta di Castello, Montefiascone, and Narni were up in November. Viterbo threw open her gates to the Florentine Prefect,
        and the burghers joined his troops in storming the citadel. The first week in
        December the streets of Perugia rang with shouts: “The people! the people!
        Death to the abbot and the pastors!” In quick succession, Spoleto, Assisi,
        Ascoli, Forli, Ravenna, all the cities of the Mark, the Romagna, and the
        Campagna caught the flame of enthusiasm, drove the garrisons from their
        citadels, and raised the red banner of the League. And finally in March,
        Bologna, mightiest of the Papal vassals, rose, crying, “Death to the Church!”  Almost all Italy, except the great maritime
        states of Genoa and Venice, stood united against the Pope in a league whose
        watchwords were “Freedom” and “Italy for the Italians.” From Avignon the
        alarmed Gregory struck with all his power at the head of the League. He
        thundered at Florence the sternest anathema on the Papal records. It declared
        every single burgher of Florence outlawed in goods and person, bade every
        Christian country banish all Florentines, and gave the right to anyone who
        wished to seize their property and make slaves of them and their families. But
        Florence would not give way. When the bull was read in full conclave to their
        ambassador, he fell on his knees before a crucifix in the audience-room, and
        appealed to Jesus Christ, the Judge of the world, against this sentence of his
        Vicar. It was this spirit that had brought Gregory back to Italy to save the
        patrimony of St. Peter. And he found himself at once plunged in a miserable and
        desperate game of war and diplomacy. For he could put no dependence except on
        brutal mercenaries whose plundering and massacres under his banners foretold
        the miseries which Italy was to suffer from their kind for a hundred and fifty
        years. Gregory sickened under the anxieties and horrors of his position, and on
        the 27th of March, 1378, he died, longing for France and regretting his return.
        
The dangerous position of the Papacy at once became
        apparent when the cardinals met to elect his successor. The lack of any true
        political basis for its governmental authority over Rome exposed it constantly
        to the danger of mob violence; and the house thus shaken by storm from without
        was divided against itself. For the Papacy was not even in theory a despotism,
        but an oligarchy of ecclesiastical princes. And the Pope was supposed to seek
        constantly the advice and assistance of those whom Urban V (1362-70), in a
        letter to the Roman people, called “our brothers the cardinals.” The cardinals
        were the leaders of the Roman clergy, and bore the titles of the principal
        bishoprics, parish churches, and deaconries in and around Rome. In the election
        of the Bishop of Rome, as in that of every other bishop, there had been
        originally, according to the ancient phrase, three elements: the will of God,
        the choice of the people, the vote of the clergy. The choice of the turbulent
        Roman populace had no weight for centuries; but now they were determined to
        exert their power at least far enough to prevent the choice of any one born out
        of Italy. Sixteen cardinals went into the palace of the Vatican to hold the
        election. Four were Italians, one a Spaniard, and the rest Frenchmen. Already an
        embassy from the city magistrates had represented to the College their need of
        a Roman, at least of an Italian, Pope, that the city might not be again sunk
        into poverty and dishonor by the withdrawal of the Papacy. They had promised a
        quiet election, but they either could or would not keep their promises. The
        great square in front of St. Peter's was filled with a mob, and as the
        cardinals entered the Vatican the Roman populace entered with them. For there
        was a report that the cardinals were bringing in French troops, and suspicious
        eyes searched every room from garret to cellar, and even poked halberds and
        swords under the beds to make sure that no soldiers were hidden there. At last
        they left, but only to pass the night in the square drinking, sounding trumpets,
        and calling for a Pope.
        
The next morning, after mass, the cardinals began to
        vote. Instantly the bells of the city rang storm; and again the whole populace,
        in arms, flooded the square and surged against the very doors of the palace.
        Under these auspices twelve votes were cast for the Archbishop of Bari, a good
        canonist, who had for a time served as vice-chancellor at Avignon. Ten days
        later, for the first time in ninety years, a Pope was crowned in Rome.
        
The new Pope, who took the name of Urban VI, was a man
        of strict personal morals and stern ideas of the duty of ecclesiastical
        princes, and he had his work cut out for him. St. Bridget, a highly honored
        ascetic reformer, in a letter to his predecessor, Gregory XI, thus concisely
        expressed the prevalent opinion of the Papal court: “To be sent to the court of
        Avignon is like being sent to hell. There rules the greatest pride, an
        insatiable greed, the most horrible voluptuousness. It is a dreadful sink of
        awful simony. A house of ill fame is already more honored than the Church of
        God.”
        
And making due allowance for the exaggerations usual
        both in the compliments and invectives of the time, the statement is probably a
        fair one. But, after all, the men of the Papal court were only the results of a
        system of abuses so inveterate that they regarded its wrongs as rightful
        privileges. The administration of the Church, steadily centralized by the great
        Popes from Hildebrand to Boniface for purposes of reform and to humble the
        empire, had during the Babylonian Captivity grown into a great ecclesiastical
        bureau, the profits of whose patronage were enormous and its corruption
        notorious. The Papal court was to a great extent flooded by the scions of noble
        houses spending the incomes of accumulated benefices in luxury, and finding in
        the purple of a prince of the Church only the opportunity to advance the
        fortunes of their friends by ecclesiastical politics. The reformer Urban was
        forced without supporters upon this corrupt old machine by an uprising of the
        people, and the stout, red-faced little man, with his rash temper and his
        unforgiving mood, honest and brave as he was, possessed neither the breadth nor
        the self-control for his task.
        
Within a week of the day when he set the crown on his
        head Urban publicly called the Cardinal Orsini a “ninny”. He fell upon the
        Cardinal La Grange in full conclave, accusing him of having betrayed France for
        gold and of trying to betray the Church. Finally La Grange rose. “You are Pope
        now,” he said, “and I cannot answer you. But if you still were what you were a
        few days ago, a little Archbishop of Bari, I would say to you, Little
        Archbishop, you are a shameless liar”.  And turning on his heel, he left the room. “Holy
        Father”, said Robert of Geneva, “you show little honor to the cardinals, which
        is against the customs of your predecessors. Perhaps our turn will come to show
        little honor to you.”
        
It seemed an evil hour for dissension, when Urban had
        to guide the ship of St. Peter through so great a storm. The war with the
        League of Freedom still dragged along its fruitless horrors. And yet this
        outward danger seemed greater than it was. For the centre of the revolt was broken when the Pope came back to Rome. The power of the
        splendid ideal of the Papacy over the minds of men could only be obscured by
        the most pressing abuses, and the return from Avignon had changed the Dominium Temporale itself from a symbol of French tyranny
        into a centre and visible expression of that moral
        and religious headship of Rome which was a pride to every Italian. The people
        of the Italian cities had neither the patience nor the self-control to be
        worthy of freedom. They would not accept military discipline and could do
        nothing but street fighting; and their local hatreds were so strong that nothing
        but the pressure of unbearable suffering could unite them. When the chief cause
        of their revolt was thus removed, religious feeling, jealousy, and diplomacy
        began to. break the League. Urban did not play his part badly, and three months
        after his coronation he made peace with Florence, the last antagonist of the
        Church.
        
But civil war was breaking out in the Curia. By the
        end of June all but the four Italian cardinals were assembled in Anagni, and
        the Papal treasurer joined them with the tiara and the crown jewels.
        Negotiations were in vain. On the 9th of August the thirteen non-Italian
        cardinals announced that the election of Urban was forced and uncanonical. And
        on the 31st of October, 1378, having been joined by three of the Italians, they
        elected and crowned a new Pope, who took the name of Clement VII. He was the
        Cardinal Robert of Geneva, a little pale-faced man of distinguished manners and
        a defect in gait which he strove sedulously to hide. The second son of the Duke
        of Savoy, he was connected by blood or marriage with many of the greatest
        houses of Europe, understood four languages, spoke eloquently, and dressed
        magnificently.
        
The impending schism had everywhere horrified the
        faithful churchmen, who hoped for better days. St. Catherine of Siena wrote
        beseeching Cardinal Pedro de Luna to avert the danger of a quarrel between the Christ
        on earth and his disciples. “Everything else, war, shame, sorrows of all kinds,
        were only a straw and a shadow compared to this misfortune.”
        
But the schism once made, in spite of its horror, the
        world promptly chose sides. Flanders, England, the greater number of the states
        of the German Empire, and all North Italy renewed their allegiance to Urban.
        But France, Savoy, Scotland, Spain, and Naples received the legates of the
        Antipope. And two Vicars of Christ waged pitiless war with mercenary troops
        around the walls of Rome.
        
To sustain his falling cause, Urban, deserted by all
        the Princes of the Church, appointed twenty-nine cardinals at one creation, of
        whom twenty-two were Italians. But five refused the dignity; and the rest could
        hardly bear the harsh temper of the Pope who made them. In the winter of 1385
        Urban was in the strong castle of Lucera, perched
        among the great chestnuts of the hills between Salerno and Naples. Seven
        cardinals suspected of conspiracy languished half-clad and fed in the cold
        dungeons. One of them, broken by disease and age, was brought into the great
        arched hall and tortured until the Papal secretary who has left the
        description, unable to bear the sight, begged permission to leave the castle
        because of a pretended headache. But Urban, walking up and down on the terrace
        below, read aloud the office for the day, that the executioners, reminded of
        his presence by the sound of his voice, might not be slack in their work. When
        a Neapolitan army camped among the vineyards around the castle, the besiegers
        might see how the fierce old Pope, his face flaming with impotent rage, hurled
        out every day another anathema that devoted them to perdition, even as the
        lights borne at his side were hurled into darkness at the end of the curse.
        
Freed by a sudden attack of mercenaries collected by
        his allies, Urban sought refuge in Genoa. One of his wretched captives, unable
        to bear the rapid journey, was put out of the way on the road. An Englishman
        among them owed his freedom to the intercession of his King. Five others were
        carried into the gates of the building of the Knights of St. John, assigned by
        the city for Urban’s residence. One tradition says they were sewn up alive in
        sacks and cast into the harbor by night; another that they were starved or
        strangled and buried in the cellar. It is only certain that men never saw them
        come out of those gates into the light of day.
        
        
CHAPTER V.
        
JOHN WICLIF OF ENGLAND, AND HIS PROTEST AGAINST PAPAL
        WAR.
        
        
THE scandal of open war for the Papal crown, between a
        ruthless tyrant and a jaded man of the world who loved the game of
        ecclesiastical politics, aroused indignant protest in the hearts of all lovers
        of religion. And one great churchman was driven by the shock of it to change
        his lifelong demand for reform into an attack on the organization of the Church
        and the theory of the Papacy. John Wycliff, a doctor of Oxford, was
        acknowledged to be the most learned man of England, and his fame abroad would
        probably have ranked him in the international guild of scholars as the most
        distinguished university teacher of his day. In addition to this fame as a
        scholar he possessed great popular influence as a bold and powerful preacher in
        the mother tongue. In each of these two characters he had protested against the
        abuses of the Papacy at Avignon. As a scholastic he expressed his protest in
        the treatises De Dominio Civili and  De Dominio Divino, which were probably intended under the
        single title De Dominio, to form the
        introduction to his great work, Summa in Theologia.
        
The prologue to the treatise De Dominio Divino announces his intention of beginning a
        course of divinity by an exposition of the doctrine of Lordship based upon
        Scripture proofs; and the author at once proceeds, with unlimited learning, to
        seek a base for his doctrine in scholastic metaphysics. He discusses, in
        passing, the nature of being; the relation of universal to sensible objects;
        the different stages of being, such as essentia and esse, pro se esse, esse intelligibile, and esse actuale,
        and their mutual relations; the possibility of demonstrating faith, and the
        right of free inquiry; the eternity of the world, with a criticism of various
        opinions on the subject; the question of necessity and free will, and the
        relation of the persons of the Trinity; and the demonstration of such ideas as :  “The process by which the primary ens is specificated is
        substantiation, rendering it capable of acquiring accidents makes it rather
        difficult reading for these degenerate days”. It is only in the last chapter
        that he becomes practical and to us readable. For he then develops the idea
        that God being the immediate Lord of all things, human property and authority
        are always held as vassals of God by a tenure tested by due service to him.
        When this conclusion was again fed into the mill of scholastic logic there was
        ground out the conclusion that property and authority were forfeited by sin, a
        conclusion which, when applied, not as a practical judgment to any given
        unendurable wrong, but held as an abstract principle, was fatal to the
        existence of every institution of human society.
        
But when Wycliff stepped out of his study he showed
        the man behind the great scholastic. The traditional logic of his class bore
        him at times, with the clumsy gallop of an animated hobby-horse, whither he
        would not. But when he dismounted he could give effect to the keen common sense
        of his practical judgment in phrases which spoke to the noble and the ploughboy
        phrases which smote spiritual wickedness in high places like winged arrows of
        the wrath of God. What gave point to these weapons was the knowledge of the
        Bible which he was spreading among the common people of England. The art of
        preaching had sunk very low. Large numbers of the parish priests had given it
        up altogether, and those who practised it were apt to
        inflict upon their hearers the linked dulness, long
        drawn out, by which syllogism gave birth to syllogism in the endless
        genealogies of scholastic discussion. The popular begging friars, on the other
        hand, amused and demoralized their hearers by coarse jests and old wives’
        fables, drawn from the legends of the saints, from the Gesta Romanorum, or even from the distorted stories of Greek and Roman mythology.
        These abuses were flagrant, and known of all men; and Wycliff, the most
        celebrated teacher in England, ex-member of Parliament and royal ambassador,
        voluminous author and faithful parish priest, who had voiced, amid the applause
        of a people, the nation’s protest against Papal aggression, set himself to the
        task of showing a better way. He was too much a child of his age to be free in
        the pulpit from some of the very faults he condemned. But beneath the rhetorical
        ornaments and cumbrous construction of the celebrated scholastic, his
        parishioners and the chapels of Oxford heard a new tone of manly directness
        denouncing sin and calling them to the life of faith. And from chapel and
        lecture-room went an organized band of “Poor Priests”, clad in coarse red
        garments, barefoot, and staff in hand, to carry the sacred fire now into a town
        market-place, now to the village church of a friendly rector, and, when that
        was closed, standing upon some convenient tomb to preach to the living among
        the graves of the dead.
        
Selecting the best of these friends and pupils,
        Wycliff began and, by their help, finished a translation of the Latin Bible.
        The noble who read Norman French had long known the Bible in that tongue; so
        long as the churl had spoken Anglo-Saxon he could read much of it; but now for
        generations there had been no version intended for the men and women of England
        who worked with their hands. And Wycliff, laying aside the hindrance of a
        Latinized style formed in the practice of the subtle hair-splitting of his
        traditional metaphysics, made or inspired one which, together with the poems of
        Chaucer, exerted on Middle English the same creative power that Shakespeare and
        the King James version had on Modern English.
        
To the man who was thus passing from the discussion of
        the Church to the truth she symbolized, behind the official to the idea of his
        duty, through worship and theology to religion as a new life, the fires of war
        blazing between two cursing Popes seemed the very blast of hell. He had hailed
        with joy the election of Urban as a “Catholic head, an evangelical man, a man
        who, in the work of reforming the Church, follows the due order by beginning
        with himself and the members of his own household. From his works, therefore,
        it behooves us to believe that he is the head of our Church.” But when Urban,
        going from bad to worse, called England to arms for his cause, and the Bishop
        of Norwich used the authority of the Vicar of Christ to urge all Christians to
        bring fire and sword among the meadows and cities of Flanders, Wycliff poured
        out pamphlets of protest in Latin and English. And his wrath, slowly gathering
        head and finding ever sterner and clearer expression, bore him where his logic
        had never carried him, through indignant appeal to the Pope to obey Christ, to
        the total rejection of the whole system which made such a perversion possible,
        and, finally, to a denunciation of the Papacy as Antichrist.
        
For this revolt made by Wycliff the man, Wycliff the
        scholar had been slowly preparing by progressive changes in theology. Not that
        these changes ever carried him entirely outside the limits of mediaeval thought
        in regard to the teaching of the Bible. The great system of Catholic theology
        had come into being, to use the mixed metaphor of Paul, as a growth and a
        building, owing much to the unconscious logical development which led the
        thoughts of men from age to age, as the novelty of one generation became the
        orthodoxy of another, and much to the labor of the great thinkers who served
        the Church.
        
Wycliff was led to criticise parts of this edifice, but he never rejected the chief corner-stone, the idea
        that Christ was a second Moses, a divine Lawgiver, and the Gospel a new law. Of
        the three elements of the relation of the soul to God, knowledge, trust, and
        obedience, he emphasizes the first and last, but scarcely touches the second.
        He does not image salvation as a gift of God’s love, coming to whosoever will
        receive it in the childlike confidence which gives to all life a filial
        character, but is vain to regard it as given by God in some sort as an exchange
        for the effects wrought in a man’s thought, feeling, and deeds by faith. He
        ought not, therefore, to be ranked according to our modern nomenclature among “Protestants”.
        For, disregarding the isolated heresies ultimately condemned by the Church, his
        theological system as a whole is to be classified as “Catholic”. His most
        important attack upon the theology of his time was in that point where the
        doctrines of God as the Author, man as the object, Christ as the Mediator, of
        salvation, and the Church as his visible representative, meet the sacrament of
        the Lord’s Supper. Stripped of technical language, the process which led him to
        this may be briefly indicated as follows. So far as that department of theology
        which discussed the Church was concerned, the Catholic theory had its logical
        base in the idea that clergy were a distinct order of men. They might differ
        among themselves in honor through all the ascending scale of a complex
        hierarchy, but between all of them and the laity there was a great gulf fixed.
        The impulse which developed this idea, and defended it by the practice of
        celibacy and the doctrine of the sacrament of ordination, was the desire to
        give to the clergy a superior sanctity because they were priests ministering at
        the altar of God in the sacrifice of the Eucharist, in which they made
        sacrifice for the sins of the people and were the mediators of the grace needed
        for daily living. Upon the clergy the Church rested, not, indeed, in the fully
        and clearly developed doctrines of Catholic theology, but in those phrases and
        conceptions which were popularly taught and accepted as representing that
        theology. In opposition Wycliff taught that the centre of gravity of the Church was not in earth, but in heaven, in the counsel of
        God; for the Church consisted of “the whole body of the elect”. So, while he
        nowhere uses the Pauline phrase, “the universal priesthood of believers”, he
        asserts the duty of believers to rebuke an unworthy priest, nay, if need be, to
        judge and depose him; and he defended this assertion by such precedents from
        the canon law as the order of Gregory VII that congregations should not hear
        mass from married priests. He even asserts, “Nor do I see but that the ship of
        Peter may be filled for a time with laity alone”. It is easy to understand that
        one who wrote thus for the early chapters of his Summary of Theology should be led, just before the end of his life, to criticise the doctrine of the sacraments.
        
In the sacrament of the Lord's Supper, as Wycliff
        received it from the Church, were involved a practice and two ideas not found
        in the New Testament: the withholding of the cup from the laity,
        transubstantiation, and .the sacrifice of the mass. And he was the first of
        three successive protesters, each of whom rejected one of these things. John
        Huss (burned 1415) was to bequeath to his followers a protest against the
        withholding of the cup. Martin Luther (protested 1517), passing for the first
        time entirely outside of mediaeval theology, was to attack the fundamental
        conception of the mass, as a repetition of the death of Christ to deny that the
        sacrament was a sacrifice offered to God to make continually renewed
        propitiation for those sins by which the people break the law of salvation.
        Wycliff attacked the doctrine of transubstantiation. This doctrine was formed
        by the schoolmen, and can only be stated in the technical terms of their logic.
        It asserts that after the words of consecration the bread and wine are changed,
        not in their accidents, but in their substance, into the body and blood of
        Christ. The accidents of a thing are the phenomena by which it is perceived,
        such as taste, smell, hardness. The substance is a non-sensible something, only
        to be laid hold of by the mind, which is behind all accidents. And the doctrine
        of transubstantiation asserts that, while the bread and wine of the Lord’s
        Supper taste and look like bread and wine, they are actually and substantially
        the flesh and blood of Christ. Before the Papal schism Wycliff certainly
        accepted this teaching, as when, for instance, he wrote of Christ, “He was a
        priest when in the supper he made his own body”. But the mood induced by what
        seemed to him a flagrant reductio ad absurdum of the Papal theory, led him to
        reexamine and reject the doctrine of transubstantiation on threefold grounds:
        of Scripture, which never suggests the idea and by implication several times
        denies it; of tradition, because it originated in the later and corrupt ages of
        the Church and was unknown to Jerome and Augustine; of reason, because it
        assumes ideas which, tested by the very logic it employs, are false and
        self-contradictory. And he drew his argument to a point in a stern denunciation
        of the “idolatry of the priests of Baal, who worship gods they have made”, and
        the presumption of attributing to “sinners the power to make God.”
        
Members of the Church were, as in the Roman communion
        they still are, trained by the whole drift of the usual discipline and by every
        act of their public worship to centre the expression
        of belief and religious feeling in this sacrament. And her apologists
        instinctively feel that it is the means by which the mediaeval theology
        summarized by Thomas Aquinas passes over into the religious life of the people.
        It is easy to understand, therefore, that all who reverenced the ancient and
        accepted forms of learning and piety felt a shock of horror at this attack and
        the words in which it was expressed. And all the hirelings and greedy men who
        had fought Wiclif so long were quick to take
        advantage of this revulsion of honest religious feeling. When he had been
        summoned before the Bishop of London for resisting Papal aggression upon the
        rights of England, he had walked into court between the Grand Marshal of the
        realm and the King’s uncle, and they could do nothing against him, because the
        people held him for a prophet. When a bull from Rome had summoned him to trial
        on a charge of heresy based on nineteen theses drawn from his writings, the organized
        scholarship of England, as represented by Oxford University, rose in his defence, the burghers of London filled the court-room with
        menacing murmurs, and Sir Henry Clifford, in the name of the Princess of Wales,
        peremptorily demanded a suspension of judgment. But from the time when he
        passed beyond demands for the reform of abuses to an attack upon the
        organization of the Church, his enemies and her defenders began to gain upon
        him. Groan as men might under ecclesiastical abuses, peremptory as were the
        demands for reform from every quarter of Europe, the love of the ancient mother
        was still strong and tender, and the power of the great ideal of a visible
        Vicar of Christ still unbroken over the human heart. There was as yet no social
        institution whose ruling powers were willing to defend any one whose protest
        involved a clear denial of any essential or fundamental element of Church
        doctrine or organization. William Courtenay, Bishop of London, fourth son of
        the Earl of Devonshire, and on his mother's side a great-grandson of Edward I,
        had been made Primate of England after the murder of the mild Sudbury by the
        insurgent peasants. He was an able, stern, and zealous ecclesiastic, and a
        court under his presidency, in the spring of 1382, condemned ten theses as
        heretical. One, “that God ought to obey the devil”, was probably only Wiclif’s statement, in the form of one of those paradoxes
        loved by the schoolmen, that God permitted evil and Christ suffered himself to
        be tempted. The rest related, directly or indirectly, to the sacrament of the
        altar. Armed with this general condemnation, which mentioned no names, the
        Archbishop silenced first Wiclif’s scholars. By the
        help of the young King he repressed the itinerant preaching, and with the aid
        of the conservative minority of Oxford, frightened, arrested, or silenced the
        ablest of Wiclif’s friends. He was too cautious to
        attack Wiclif himself, who, defended by the gratitude
        of the people, the power of a skilful appeal to
        Parliament, and their jealousy of the abuse of the royal prerogative in the
        proceedings, remained untouched in his rural parish of Lutterworth.
        The net was drawing round him, and he lectured no more at Oxford. But in the
        English speech, to which he had given form, he spoke by sermon and tract to the
        people of England. And then he passed suddenly from strife to peace. His
        assistant has told how a stroke of paralysis, falling on him at the moment of
        the elevation of the host, while he was hearing mass in his own church, lamed
        that powerful tongue and, three days later, stilled the brain and heart.
        
It is impossible to say how numerous his followers,
        who came to be called Lollards, were. At all events, though spared for nearly
        twenty years by most of the bishops, and protected by a party in Parliament,
        they never gained cohesion and power enough to make any effective move for the
        reforms demanded by their teacher. The accession of the house of Lancaster to
        the throne seems to have been accompanied by an ecclesiastical reaction,
        strengthening the conservative hierarchy. In 1401 Parliament passed the statute De Haeretico Comburendo,
        which for the first time made all heretics guilty of death by the law of
        England. And under its pressure Lollardy rapidly sank out of sight, emerging
        dimly behind the abortive revolt for which Sir John Oldcastle suffered death in
        1414. After that its doctrines, practices, and protests may have lived secretly
        among the peasants, but it never appears again as a recognized force in life or
        an effective power in Church or State.
        
It was Wiclif the scholar
        whose work lived on most clearly from age to age. His English Bible was a
        lasting appeal from all tradition back to the earliest records of the source of
        Christianity, an assertion that the knowledge of religion belongs to the common
        people, and that its plainest and most direct appeals must always be submitted
        to the common judgment and conscience of mankind. His other writings also lived
        when he was dead. Adalbert Ranconis, a great teacher
        of the recently founded University of Prague, bequeathed a foundation for
        travelling scholarships, to enable Bohemian students to visit Oxford and Paris.
        Their transcriptions of Wiclif's later manuscripts
        are still in existence, and through them his ideas became the source of the
        first truly national reform, the first demand for the abolition of
        ecclesiastical abuses which united a whole people in willingness to resist the
        authority of Rome to determine doctrine and rule the conscience.
        
Five years later Urban died, fighting to the last for
        the possessions of the Church and his own authority. Theodoric of Niem, the vivid chronicler of the schism, says, “He had a
        hard heart”, and quotes upon him the proverb, “Sudden honor always makes a poor
        man over-proud.” He took up with rash and obstinate self-confidence the
        tremendous burden of the Papacy, before which the good have always shrunk and
        the strong and wise trembled. And he died hated even by those who obeyed him.
        The proud puritan, with narrow sympathies and intolerant temper, was not large
        enough for his opportunity. Because he could not distinguish between his
        personal animosity and zeal in the cause he fought for, he brought upon the
        Church evils greater than those from which he tried, with the sternest honesty
        of intent, to save her.
        
        
CHAPTER VI.
        
POPE AND ANTIPOPE. THE WHITE PENITENTS AT ROME. THE
        SIEGE OF AVIGNON. THE FOLLOWERS OF PETRARCH, THE HUMANISTS, OR MEN OF THE NEW
        LEARNING.
        
        
THE death of Urban did not check in the least the
        struggle for the Papal tiara, which was to drag its slow length along amid
        treachery, bloodshed, and bribery for forty years. The Popes on either side are
        distinguished by nothing but their names and the varying degrees of skill with
        which they avoided yielding to the growing demand of Christendom for a General
        Council to allay the schism. The record of their intrigues is dull and
        unprofitable, and even the steady discharge of their mutual anathemas has a
        stereotyped and unreal tone, like stage thunder. About the only things in the
        story of the Papacy during these years which the muse of history can record
        without yawning are, perhaps, the scattered evidences of the deep religious
        feeling of Europe, and the firm attachment of men to the institutions and
        customs of the Church, which remained unshaken through all confessed abuse, and
        unrebuffed by the steady refusals of the demand for reform.
        
Boniface IX proclaimed, in 1390, a jubilee pilgrimage
        to Rome, and the gifts of the pilgrims from Germany, Hungary, Bohemia, Poland,
        and England filled up the empty treasury. In advance his agents had sold all
        over the world vast numbers of indulgences, which secured to the purchasers all
        the spiritual benefits of the pilgrimage for the price the journey would have
        cost. Ten years later the century jubilee brought crowds of pilgrims, some even
        from France, which obeyed the other Pope.
        
More remarkable evidences of attachment to religion
        were the processions of the White Companies of Flagellants. The habit of
        flagellation grew up in the cloisters as a means of keeping the flesh under, an
        expression of penitence for sin, and a method of prepaying the penalties of
        purgatory. It was strongly defended as a useful discipline and a pious exercise
        by the celebrated Peter Damiani in the eleventh century. Mutual public
        flagellation by companies of laity had, however, been discountenanced by Church
        and State. But when the black death desolated Europe in the middle of the
        fourteenth century such companies had appeared, journeying through the cities
        of Germany, beating one another in the market-places, and reading a letter from
        Christ, which they said had dropped from heaven. Nine thousand of them passed through the city of Strasbourg in three months. At first the
        clergy were powerless to stop the custom, but in six months the hysteric excitement
        was repressed by the civil and ecclesiastical authorities, and before the end
        of the year a Papal bull forbade it as schismatic. It thus became a method of
        expression for heretic and anti-hierarchical spirits, and a number of its
        secret practisers perished at the stake. But in the
        year 1397 there suddenly appeared in Genoa companies of people clothed in white
        and wearing great masks with holes cut for the eyes. They marched in
        procession, singing hymns, and beating each other in pairs with scourges. The
        habit spread over all Italy. The Flagellants of Florence were reckoned at forty
        thousand. Some cities forbade their entrance, and when they approached Rome the
        Pope sent four hundred lancers to turn them back. But the Captain and all his
        men joined the procession, which included also many priests and bishops, and as
        they marched forward the inhabitants of Orvieto, ten thousand in number, joined
        them. The day after their entry into Rome most of the inhabitants put on the
        white robe. All the prisons were opened and the prisoners set free. The most precious
        relics of the city were exposed in special services, and the Pope gave the
        apostolic benediction to an immense multitude crying out, “Mercy! Mercy!” while
        he was moved to tears. Two contemporaries wrote that all Italy prayed and took
        the sacrament, while everywhere injuries were forgiven and deadly feuds healed.
        But these effects passed as swiftly as they had come. The opening of the
        prisons, the enormous crowd of strangers in the city, the intense excitement,
        brought their natural evils. The Pope forbade the flagellation processions. The
        leader of a new train of pilgrims was arrested and afterward executed for
        frauds, and the movement dissipated itself, leaving behind a bad outbreak of
        the plague.
        
The Antipope, Benedict XIII, was facing a different
        sort of pilgrimage. Marshal Boucicault led the royal army against the castle of
        Avignon in the summer of 1398. But the huge pile that still towers on its rock
        above the Rhone was not easy to take, and the obstinate Spaniard, apparently
        giving way in straits, and breaking his convention as soon as he was
        reprovisioned, maintained his position until 1403, when, in disguise, and
        carrying only the consecrated host, “the prisoner of Avignon” escaped.
        
But meanwhile, in all stillness, the new intellectual
        force whose first exponent was Petrarch was finding broader expression. Its
        development may be briefly indicated in the slow increase of the numbers and
        influence of the Humanists, or followers of the New Learning. Among the
        thousands of these men who for several generations loved letters or sought the
        glory of them there was every variation in character, but marked common traits
        betray a secret law by which they must have drawn their being from the spirit
        of the age. They can be arranged, without too much forcing, around groups of
        three in successive generations.
        
Boccaccio was a contemporary of Petrarch’s, for he was
        only nine years younger and died only one year later; but he took toward his
        friend so entirely the attitude of a disciple that he is always looked upon as
        a follower and successor. He had neither the greatness nor the meanness of his
        master. He did not, because he could not, do as much, but he did nothing for
        effect. He longed for fame, but he scorned riches, not in words alone, but with
        the pride which several times refused to change the independence of a scholar
        and a citizen of free Florence to become the favorite of a court. Once only he
        tried to sit at the table of Maecenas. When the rich Florentine, Niccola Acciaijuoli, became Grand
        Seneschal of Naples, Boccaccio accepted a pressing invitation “to share his
        luck” and become his biographer. But when he was given in the splendid palace
        of his patron a room and service far below that of his own simple house, the
        proud poet resented the insult by leaving at once, and answered a sarcastic
        letter from the Seneschal's steward by the only invective which, in an age of
        quarrels, ever came from his pen. The plump little man, with his merry round
        face, and twinkling eyes never dimmed by envy, and a clear wit untinged with
        malice, lived all his life among the bitterest party and personal strifes, he became a distinguished citizen, and conducted
        with success three important embassies, but he died without an enemy. His
        enthusiasms were deep and self-forgetful. When he spoke of Dante, whose poem,
        by a vote of the City Council, he expounded in the cathedral every Sunday and
        holy day, his eyes moistened and his voice trembled with wonder and love. He
        writes to Petrarch with a humble and touching joy in his friendship to one so
        unworthy, which asks for no return. Petrarch used this feeling, which he
        accepted as if it were a homage due to him, as incense to burn on the altar of
        his insatiable egotism; but, after all, he loved the faithful Florentine, and
        left him by will fifty gold florins to buy a fur-lined coat to wear cold nights
        when he read late.
        
Boccaccio is known to the untechnical reader only as
        the author of the Decameron. The book is the beginning and still a model of
        Tuscan prose, and ranks him forever among the rarest masters of the art men
        love best the art of story-telling. He took his material wherever he could, and
        it is difficult to believe that to offer some of the tender and pure stories of
        the collection to those who were willing to enjoy some of the others was not
        casting pearls before swine. But we must remember that it was written for a
        princess by a man of the world, who gives no sign that he is offending against
        good manners. For there existed in that and for succeeding generations an incredible
        freedom of speech. Whether this of itself indicates a larger license in living
        than that which prevails among the idle and luxurious of this age, in which
        vice is spoken of chiefly by double entendre, is hard to decide, at least for
        those who know the vast distinction between essential morality and social
        custom. But whatever may be the truth of this comparison, it is certain that
        Boccaccio had lived openly, after the fashion of the age, the life of a
        libertine, and it is difficult to see how any moral defense of the Decameron as
        a whole can be accepted by a serious-minded person. The only consolation under
        the brand-mark of a Philistine which is certain to follow the confession of
        such a judgment is that Boccaccio himself thought so; for he begged an old
        friend not to give the book to his wife, who would certainly judge him unfairly
        by it; or, if he insisted on doing it, at least to explain that he wrote that
        sort of thing only in his youth. In his vulgarity, and also to some extent in
        his repentance, he is a representative of the Humanists. In every generation,
        from Petrarch down, many of their leaders were willing to use the utmost skill
        of their pens in promoting the worship of the goddess of lubricity amid the
        laughter and applause of Italy.
        
Nothing could have astonished Boccaccio more than to
        know that fame would come to him as the writer of the Decameron, and not
        through his great service to scholarship. Not, indeed, that his work marks any
        real advance in scholarship. Although he offered hints valuable to the future,
        like the idea of correcting texts by collating manuscripts, he lacked strength
        to cut out the paths to which he pointed. He never shook himself free from
        reverence for tradition and awe before all that was written. When, for instance,
        he finds in Vincentius Bellovacensis that the Franks were descended from Franko, a son of Hector, he does not
        believe it, but he is unwilling to denounce it as a fable, because “nothing is
        impossible with God”. His service was to give the inspiration of an example and
        to spread by the contagious influence of personality the enthusiasm for
        letters. Petrarch, when he left his dying gift, knew the real Boccaccio, the
        man who showed Italy the image of the student happy in the companionship of his
        books, a living picture of scholarship powerful to hold and fire the
        imagination, like Durer’s beautiful little etching of St. Jerome in his cell.
        When the first teacher of Greek came to Italy Boccaccio hastened to meet him at
        Venice, took him to Florence, and kept the dirty old cynic in his house,
        learning from him the Greek letters and the elements of grammar. He never
        seemed to get farther, and knew Homer only in the stiff translation of the
        master which he copied with his own hand, buried under the extraordinary
        comments of the old man as he read it.
        
Enthusiasm like this could not fail of a strong
        impression among the Florentines, and soon after his death we find his friends
        organized into a learned club for stated discussion. The place of meeting was
        in the convent of the Augustins, San Spirito, to which
        Boccaccio had left all his books and in whose church he wished to be buried.
        The soul and leader of the association was Luigi de Marsigli,
        an Augustinian monk, son of a noble Florentine family. At first a student of
        the University of Pavia, he took his master's degree in theology at Faris. But
        the meetings under his guidance used no scholastic methods of discussion. It
        was more a free conversation between the finest spirits of Florence on Livy and
        Ovid, Augustine, or some question of archaeology as to the origin of Florence,
        or a historical personage like Ezzelin or Frederick
        II. We do not know much about this club, except that in it for the first time
        men could get the elements of education and the tone of scholarship outside of
        the Church and the university, still in bondage to the ghost of a mediaeval
        Aristotle and a mediaeval theology.
        
The most striking of these younger men who formed the centre of learning in Florence for their generation was Coluccio Salutato. Trained in the
        University of Bologna as a notary, he spent two years as an undersecretary of
        the Curia, and carried from the service a lasting hatred for the corruptions of
        the Papal court. Afterward he led for several years the wandering life of a
        knight-errant of the pen seeking for fortune, and finally settled in Florence
        as a clerk in the service of the government. At the age of forty-five he rose
        to be Chancellor of State, having charge of the records and correspondence of
        the Republic. And during all his life there streamed out from the government
        house of Florence upon the eyes of a weak and restless generation the light of
        a steadfast soul that loved liberty and feared only God. It was his ideal for
        Florence that she should be a city not only “hating and cursing tyranny within
        her own walls, but always ready to defend with all her strength the privileges
        of the other cities of Italy”. He put this eloquence of sincere and bold
        conviction into the letters and proclamations of the Republic, clothed in
        swinging rhetoric and ornamented by the phrases of Seneca and Petrarch. They
        were copied and circulated even beyond the Alps, while men wondered to find
        life and beauty in State documents. Gian Galeazzo Visconti, the most dangerous
        enemy of the Republic, who hid like a spider in the palace at Milan, strove to
        draw all the cities of Italy into the meshes of his crafty tyranny, said, “One
        letter of Salutato's can do me more harm than a
        thousand Florentine men-at-arms.”
        
Salutato died in the harness at the age of seventy-six,
        honored by all his neighbors; for he had brought up ten sons to be honest and
        honorable, and, except forty-five florins and his collection of manuscripts,
        this man, who had for thirty years dealt with the rich tyrants of Italy and
        known all the secrets of the State, left neither house nor property outside his
        paternal inheritance. He has one lasting claim to the enduring gratitude of
        posterity: he was the first man to make an index to a book. Over his head as it
        lay on the bier, wreathed by public order with the laurel of the scholar and
        poet, the banners of the city and all its guilds were dipped, and a marble
        monument told to coming generations the gratitude of the Republic to the honest
        chancellor who had brought the power of the New Learning into the service of
        the State. He had to defend his love of letters against ascetics, to whom all
        beauty was a snare, he was accused of being a heathen philosopher by those who
        could not reconcile piety with the continual quotations of Seneca and Cicero,
        but his letters show the spirit of one who loved religion. And therefore some
        of the strongest of them denounce the party strife and personal ambition which
        was degrading the ideal of the Papacy, devastating Italy with wild mercenaries,
        and threatening to destroy the liberties of Florence and her allies.
        
        
CHAPTER VII.
        
ORTHODOX DEMANDS FOR UNION AND REFORM:
        
(1) CATHERINE OF SIENA AND THE ASCETIC PROPHETS
        OF RIGHTEOUSNESS; (2) THE PARTY OF CONCILIAR SUPREMACY.
        
        
        
THE corruption of the Curia, now so apparent in the
        schism it caused, this war between two factions of the Princes of the Church
        fiercely contending for wealth and power, while the hungry sheep looked up and
        were not fed, aroused not only the root and branch dissent of Wiclif, but also created two distinct classes of protesters
        loyal to the Church and of an orthodoxy never seriously questioned.
        
The prototype of the first class is Catherine of
        Siena, canonized soon after her death. She was the daughter of a dyer, and from
        her earliest youth began to scorn delights and live days of prayer and praise,
        visiting the prisoners, clothing the poor, and tending the sick. Visions and
        dreams came to her. She had seizures in which she lay without speech or feeling,
        to awake and tell of conversations with Mary and the angels, whether in the
        body or out of it she knew not. At an early age she gained the privilege of
        wearing the robe of the order of St. Dominic as an associate sister without a
        vow. She became an ambassador of the Florentine Republic and a correspondent of
        princes. When Gregory, largely at her intercession, came back from Avignon and
        at once began to answer the revolt of his misgoverned cities by war, she poured
        out a flood of letters throbbing with righteous wrath and grief. “Peace, peace,
        peace, my sweet father”, she wrote; “no more war; war against the enemies of
        the cross by the sword of the holy Word of God, full of love”. In two things
        she never wavered: her loyalty to the Pope as the visible Vicar of Christ, and
        her readiness to rebuke the sins and follies of Papal policy; as when she told
        Gregory to his face that she found in Rome “the stench of intolerable sins”.
        The holiness of her life and the earnest piety of her intent, symbolized in that
        extreme asceticism which, comparatively uninfluential upon the mind and heart
        of Teutonic peoples, has always appealed forcibly to the more intense and
        artistic temperament of the South, gave her enormous power. All Italy held her
        for a prophet; and a vigorous intellect and a strong common sense woven
        through all the mystic web of her visions enabled her to use her influence
        well. She died a few years before Urban, at the age of thirty-three (1380),
        worn out by privations, labors, and the griefs and ecstasies of a fervent
        spirit, exclaiming with her last breath, “I come not because of my merits, but
        through thy mercy only through the power of thy blood”. And Italy did not lack
        in any generation faithful witnesses in her likeness ascetic, mystical, given
        to visions, mingling patriotism with religion, denouncing sin with a fervid
        eloquence that swayed the people like leaves in the wind, or reasoning of
        righteousness, temperance, and judgment to come with a courage before which the
        most reckless tyrant or the greediest ecclesiastical politician secretly
        quailed. Lack of space compels the omission of the portraits of these prophets
        fallen on evil days until we come to Savonarola the most splendid of their
        line.
        
From the earliest days of the schism voices had been
        heard calling for a General Council of the Church to heal the schism and check
        the corruption and demoralization which had followed in its train. This demand
        created an unorganized party, and the party formulated a theory of the church
        rejecting the Papal Supremacy, and maintaining that the source of
        ecclesiastical and dogmatic authority was in a General Council. They were, of
        course, at liberty to do this without transgressing the bounds of orthodoxy,
        for, however strenuously the Infallibility and Supremacy of the Pope were
        maintained by argument and force, they were not dogmatically defined as a
        portion of the Catholic faith until our own generation.
        
The party of Conciliar Supremacy can best be seen in
        the centre where it found a voice, the University of
        Paris. And its best spirit is incarnate in two Rectors of that famous school,
        which had been the alma mater of so many Popes and owed its income and most of
        its privileges to the Curia. Pierre d'Ailly was the
        son of an artisan, born in 1350. When he came up to the University of Paris at
        twenty-two he was a pious and able youth, much given to the study of the Bible.
        His ability was soon noted. The students elected him a procurator, and the
        authorities appointed him preacher to open a Synod at Amiens. He chose as his
        theme the corruptions of the clergy, and laid on the lash well. But the zeal of
        the youth for reform went hand in hand with a zeal for orthodoxy, and the same
        year he published his Letter to the New Jews. It sternly rebukes those
        who dared to question the finality of the Vulgate, the translation of a holy
        man used by the infallible Church; and concludes that if we question this
        translation we might question any other and the Catholic would be set afloat on
        a devil’s sea of doubt.
        
It was in 1380 that he came up for his doctor’s
        degree, and his thesis discussed the Church. He defended the whole hierarchical
        organization, but claimed that the power of the Church was not material, but
        spiritual. Christ answered before Pilate and bade us give to Caesar the things
        that are Caesar’s. The foundation of the Church was Christ, and Peter was a
        pillar of the great building, which consisted of the fellowship of believers in
        Christ. These conclusions he based on the Scriptures, which pointed to Christ
        as the only foundation, and plainly taught in Galatians ii. that Peter had
        erred. The new law of Christ was therefore the law of God's kingdom. But that
        new law of Christ recorded in the Holy Scriptures was not to be understood by
        the human intellect and accepted by the human will. The Kingdom of God could
        only enter into a man by the supernatural gift of faith. To give this God had
        founded his visible Church, and without her none could hear or obey the law of
        Christ. Outside the Church, therefore, none could be saved. When he came to
        define how the Church expressed the final authority given her for salvation he
        fell into embarrassment. He mentions several opinions: that the Universal
        Church cannot err, nor a General Council, nor the Roman Diocese, nor its representative,
        the College of Cardinals, nor a canonically elected Pope. Of these he expresses
        approval only of the first. In regard to the second he seems to be in doubt,
        and the general impression of his thesis is that the infallible Church has no
        infallible organ of expression. But he rather indicates this conclusion as the
        abstract result of a scholastic discussion than as a distinct practical
        judgment. On the burning question of the day, how to get rid of the schism, he
        showed himself a man of compromise, standing half way between the Papalists,
        who thought the Pope independent of the Council, and the Conciliarists, who
        thought that a General Council would be independent of the Pope.
        
The demoralization of the schism was complete, and the
        condition of the French Church was now unbearable. The churches were empty, the
        hospitals closed, parish priests begging in the streets, while the hungry
        cardinals at Avignon consumed the ecclesiastical funds. In 1381 an assembly of
        the University voted unanimously to demand a Council. The Regent of France was
        enraged, and imprisoned the delegates who presented the request. The University
        protested, and appointed the young Professor Pierre d'Ailly as their advocate before the Duke. He did his dangerous duty like a man and came
        off safe, but the plan for a Council was stifled at its beginning. Then d'Ailly took to the pen and wrote a Letter from Hell. It
        was signed by Leviathan, the Prince of Darkness, ordering his vassals, the
        prelates, to be careful for the maintenance of the schism. “I had worked in
        vain”, he writes, “to injure the Church while her sons loved one another, when
        suddenly her prelates brought the whole heavenly Jerusalem into confusion and
        began to cry, I am for Clement, I for Urban, I for the General Council, I for
        union, I for the resignation of both, I for the Lord , I for the King , I for
        the rich benefices I have got from so-and-so. Oh, what joy for all my true
        subjects to see the city thus surrendered to me! Therefore have I crowned my
        true servants, the prelates of the Church, with glory and honor, and made them
        rulers of all the work of my hands, giving them all the kingdoms of this world
        and the glory thereof. But now, behold, a miserable remnant like mice crawling
        out of their holes dare to challenge my prelates to battle, and cry, General
        Council! let the people of Christ come together. If they do not recant, kill
        them, my sons. Let no one take your crown. No sympathy must soften your heart,
        no pity cause it to tremble; be hard as rock and let the whole earth perish
        rather than give your honor to another. Stand by your advantage till the last
        breath. I count on you, for I know your obstinacy and stiff-neckedness. Blessed
        be your wrath, that is so strong, and your hate, that is so fixed. Make broad
        your phylacteries, and the borders of your garments great. Love the first
        places at feasts and the chief seats in synagogues. Tithe mint and anise and cummin, but neglect the weightier matters of the law. Make
        proselytes that are worse than yourself. Be wise in your own conceits. Be
        strong and steadfast, for I am your shield and great reward. Run, that ye may
        receive the prize. Amen.”
        
But these brave words were scarcely heard in the storm
        of ecclesiastical politics. The University, despairing of a Council, gave in
        its obedience to Clement VII, and in 1384 d'Ailly became Rector of one of its best colleges. There he soon gathered round him a
        band of distinguished scholars who all loved him and became Gilles Deschamps,
        the  Sovereign Doctor of Theology,
        Jean of Gerson, the Most Christian Teacher, and Nicolas of Clemanges, the Cicero of his Age. D’Ailly's reputation as a wise and forceful speaker grew,
        and in 1387 he was chosen as head of a deputation to defend before the Pope the
        action of the University in condemning as heretical the theses of a Dominican
        applicant for a degree who had attacked the Immaculate Conception of the Virgin
        Mary. His mission was difficult, for Thomas Aquinas had denied the Immaculate
        Conception and Urban V had approved Thomas as the teacher of the Church. But,
        nevertheless, Clement condemned the denial of Immaculate Conception as
        heretical, and the Dominican transferred his obedience to the other Pope. There
        was wide rejoicing at this triumph. D'Ailly received
        the name of the Eagle of France, and at almost the same time the young
        King chose him as confessor, and the University elected him Rector.
        
He soon had a second mission to Clement. A certain
        Prince Peter of Luxembourg, having been made Bishop of Metz at fourteen, and
        Cardinal at sixteen, died two years later, in 1387, and d'Ailly was sent to advocate his canonization. He preached twice to the Pope, once from
        the text, “Father, the hour is come; glorify thy Son, that thy Son also may
        glorify thee”. The preacher proved Peter’s holiness by a catalogue of 2128
        miracles; e. g., dead raised, 73; blind healed, 57; cured of gout, 6, etc; his faith was illustrated by the zeal with which he
        flung into the fire a Dominican writing attacking the Immaculate Conception;
        and it was suggested as the peroration that God had given these wonderful
        powers to show that Clement was the rightful Pope and thus heal the schism.
        
In 1394 the University asked the written opinion of
        all its members on the schism. The result was negotiations. And d'Ailly, being sent to the new Pope, was made to believe he
        would resign in due time and appointed Bishop of Cambrai. He was succeeded in
        the rectorship of the University by his favorite scholar, John, born at Gerson
        in 1363. He had gained under his master a tendency to mysticism, a good
        training in theology, a love of the Scriptures, and a thorough devotion to the
        Church, Catholic and visible. He added to these a deep piety and an intense
        love of the young. The five folio volumes of his works, moral, mystic,
        exegetic, dogmatic, ecclesiastical, polemic and homiletic, show how laboriously
        he used his powers and how faithfully he followed the bent of his genius. There
        is a practical turn to all his mystical and keenly critical mind thinks and
        feels. This Chancellor of the University used to devote much time to hearing
        the confessions of little boys. This learned theologian thought that all
        learning was only to teach the clergy to preach better. This skilful writer on ecclesiastical law was a stern preacher
        against the sins of the clergy, and his criticism and piety moved entirely
        within the self-chosen limits of the Catholic orthodox faith, which was to him
        a supernatural gift of God, through the Church, to every man who was obedient
        to God’s servants. The system of faith the Church preserved, the system of
        government by which she preserved it, was more important to him than any
        opinion or any reform. Hence, like d'Ailly, in spite
        of the sceptical spirit he inherited with his nominalistic philosophy, he was always a safe theologian. And
        he shared not only his master's reforming zeal, but also his love for a “middle-of-the-road
        policy”. “It is better”, he wrote, that many truths should be unknown or
        concealed than that charity should be wounded by speaking of them”. He
        anxiously warned every theological teacher to use the old forms, even if, in
        his judgment, he could find better. He even wished that, as the Church had one
        Head and one faith, so it might have only one theological faculty and be kept safe.
        Naturally this was to be the faculty of Paris. He loved the Bible, but he
        opposed its translation into French, as full of danger of spreading heresy
        among unlearned folk, as an injury and a stumbling-block for the Catholic
        faith. All these early utterances are prophecies of his tractate written over
        Jerome of Prague, that, when it comes to obstinacy in heresy against the
        command of the Church, the conscience must be laid aside. While this able
        successor followed him as Rector and first orator of the University, d'Ailly was inaugurating reforms in his new diocese. He
        found need, for in his first synodical sermon he said that, while in our Lord's
        day there was one devil among the twelve apostles, today among twelve baptized
        there were eleven. It was from this herculean task of cleansing, which he
        sketches in his convocation sermons, that he was summoned to try and persuade
        both Popes to resign. The double embassy was a double failure, and France
        withdrew obedience from both. But only for a while. Five years later d'Ailly was summoned to preach the sermon at the
        celebration of the return of France to the obedience of Benedict an obedience
        which in five years was again withdrawn.
        
CHAPTER VIII.
        
THE COUNCIL OF PISA MAKES THE SCHISM TRIPLE. THE
        PROTEST OF JOHN HUSS OF BOHEMIA.
        
        
WHEN, on the death of Innocent VII in 1406, the
        fourteen cardinals of the Italian party met, they were evidently sincerely
        touched by the desperate condition of Christendom. The simple and honest way to
        express this feeling was to refuse to elect a Pope until it could be done by
        the representatives of the whole Church. For this they were not large enough.
        They feared lest their party should lose some advantage in the union, and after
        a short hesitation entered into conclave. But they bound themselves by a solemn
        agreement that if any of them were elected Pope he would at once begin to
        negotiate for union, and lay down the tiara whenever the interests of the
        Church demanded it. Then they chose the noble Venetian, Angelo Coraro. He was nearly eighty years old, and they thought
        that one so near death would not be tempted to forget duty for a singular want
        of knowledge of human nature, for all experience teaches that egotism is never
        so all-engrossing as in the few last years left to an ambitious or avaricious man
        for the exercise of passion. And the world soon became aware that behind all
        the edifying and friendly messages sent to his rival there was the fixed will
        of a crafty old man neither to promote nor permit a union which did not secure
        the gains of his party and leave him Pope. When the pressure of France
        compelled both Popes to agree to meet at Savona in September of 1408, there
        began a double-sided comedy. Each approached the place of meeting, but neither
        would go there, and by letters curiously mingled of piety and malice each tried
        to lay the whole blame for the schism at the door of the other.
        
Then the French authorities forbade any one to obey
        either Pope unless the schism were ended by a certain day. The enraged Benedict
        XIII, of the old French faction, threatened excommunication, and the Parliament
        of France and University of Paris declared him deposed. Gregory, triumphing
        over the loss of his rival's strongest supporter, seized the opportunity for
        breaking his oath to create no new cardinals, by naming two of his nephews and
        two of his partisans for the scarlet hat. He already suspected his electors and
        kept them surrounded by soldiers. Remembering the fate of the cardinals of
        Urban VI, most of them fled and appealed to a Council. Benedict had already
        summoned one to his native place of Perpignan, whither he fled for refuge.
        Gregory called another to assemble near Ravenna. Meantime some cardinals of
        both parties, Frenchmen and Italians, met and called a Council, to be held at
        Pisa, to arrange a basis of union and reform; and Christendom, which had so
        long asked for a Council, found itself overwhelmed with three.
        
It was a brilliant assembly that convened at Pisa in
        1409: twenty-three cardinals, the prelates and ambassadors of kings, princes,
        and nations, the representatives of the universities, and one hundred doctors
        of law and theology. But in spite of its splendor and authority the council
        knew that its assemblage against Papal authority was an innovation, and hailed
        with gladness the tractates of d’Ailly and Gerson,
        claiming that as Christ was the corner-stone of the Church, she had power to
        exercise her authority without any visible Vicar if it were necessary to
        preserve her life. They added the characteristic and wise advice not to run the
        risk of adding schism to schism by electing a Pope until they were sure that
        Christendom would unanimously obey him.
        
The Council proceeded to depose and excommunicate both
        Gregory and Benedict as schismatics and heretics. The Cardinals then took oath
        that whoever was made Vicar of Christ would not dissolve the Council until the
        Church was reformed. And the Conclave elected Pietro Filargo.
        He was seventy-nine years old, came from the island of Candia, had no living
        relatives, and, report said, had been a beggar boy adopted by the monks to
        whose order he belonged. He was crowned under the name of Alexander V; and, to
        use the words of a contemporary pamphleteer, the world saw “that infamous
        duality, now, indeed, become a trinity, not blessed, but accursed, fighting in
        the Church of God.”
        
For the two Antipopes, each backed by his Synod,
        returned with interest the excommunications of the Council. Benedict was
        supported by Aragon and Scotland, Gregory in Naples, Friauli,
        Hungary, and Bohemia. Alexander could not conciliate them, and he had no
        resources to crush them. For, as he said, “I was rich as a bishop, poor as a
        cardinal, but a beggar as Pope.”
        
Baldassar Cossa, Cardinal Legate of
        Bologna, who succeeded him under the title of John XXIII, was popularly
        reported to have been a pirate in his youth and to have poisoned Alexander. But
        these ought probably to be regarded as mythical details suggested by better
        authenticated facts of his career and character. For these the day of judgment
        was approaching. Driven by the exigencies of the triple contest to seek help
        from Sigismund, ruler of Germany, the Pope had no resource but to join him as
        emperor elect in calling a General Council at Constance in November, 1414. And
        at last the middle-of-the-road policy of d'Ailly and
        his scholar Gerson triumphed in the call for a General Council issued by a
        Pope.
        
Meanwhile in the opposite corner of Europe another
        party of reform had been taking shape. It also was national, headed by a
        university, and represented by two protagonists, a master and his scholar. But
        nation and university were new and feeble, and both were divided on the
        question of reform into bitter factions.
        
Bohemia was a section of the empire which, by the
        force of the tendencies of the age, was fast acquiring an independent national
        feeling and existence.
        
It was a bilingual land, whose original German
        population, driven but in the eighth century by an irruption of Slavs, had since the thirteenth century been returning and mingling with
        them. Germans formed the bulk of the burghers, or city dwellers, engaged in
        commerce, manufactures, and mining, while the peasant farmers and the nobles
        were Slavs. In the middle of the century the growing national feeling had
        received, by the efforts of the King, two centres of
        expression. The Bohemian Church was freed from the control of the Archbishopric
        of Mayence, whose seat was on the Rhine, and given
        its own Primate by the erection of a new Archbishopric in Prague; and in 1348
        Bohemia became a centre of learning by the foundation
        of the University of Prague; the first university in Germany.
        
John Huss, born of a peasant family about 1369, first
        appears in close connection with these two organs of the national feeling. He
        gained no special distinction at the University while a student, but rose
        steadily through the academic grades till he became a master of the liberal
        arts. As a lecturer and teacher he won the respect of his fellows, and in 1402
        was chosen to act as Rector or chief executive of the University for the usual
        term of six months. In the same year he was ordained a priest in order to take
        charge of the Bethlehem Chapel, built some ten years before by a wealthy
        merchant of Prague, and endowed by one of the royal councillors,
        for the maintenance of preaching to the common people in the Slavic tongue. He
        soon showed himself a not unworthy successor of the two great folks' preachers
        of Prague, dead about a generation before, Konrad and Miltitz.
        Konrad, because there was no church large enough to hold his congregation, had
        preached often in the great open square of the city. He became, by the
        appointment of the Bishop, pastor of the largest parish in Prague, and preached
        repentance to the German burghers and to the clergy, denouncing sin with
        tremendous power. His successor was Miltitz, a Slav,
        whose success was so great that he was sometimes compelled to preach five times
        a Sunday, thrice in Slavic and once each in German and Latin. He was so
        powerful in the truth that the worst street of the city, known because of its
        houses of prostitution as Little Venice, was abandoned by its inhabitants. The
        King bought and gave it to him, and he tore down the houses and built a
        Magdalen asylum named Little Jerusalem. He did not hesitate in a great assembly
        to point out the King, his friend, and afterward still more his friend, as an
        antichrist who needed instant repentance. It is not to be wondered at that one
        who preached in this apocalyptic strain got into trouble in those days with his
        ecclesiastical superiors. But he boldly went to Rome to meet his accusers.
        After vainly waiting for a hearing he posted on the door of St. Peter’s the
        notice of a sermon on The Present Antichrist. Arrested by the
        inquisitor, he lay for some time in prison; but on the arrival of the Pope was
        released, treated with honor, and sent home in triumph. As a preacher Huss
        lacked the ability, but not the courage, of these two men.
        
He formed his style and borrowed much of his material
        from the works of Wiclif. He had already sat eagerly
        at the feet of the great scholastic, some of whose tractates he copied with his
        own hand. And now, following in the footsteps of Wiclif the preacher, he began to call men to repentance by the law of Christ,
        obedience to which was the only sign of membership in the true church of God’s
        chosen ones.
        
Wiclif, it will be remembered, passed through three stages
        of thought in regard to the Church, which would be labelled by the enormous
        majority of his contemporaries reform, revolution, heresy. Huss followed him in
        two of these stages. And while he remained in the first stage, exhorting all
        ranks of the church to do their duty and rightly use their authority, he came
        into close connection with the second centre of
        national feeling, the new Archbishopric. The new incumbent, the descendant of a
        noble Slavic family, and skilled in everything except theology, was an honest
        man, for whose moral character Huss kept until the end the highest respect. He
        at once asked the new preacher’s assistance in the reform of his province,
        applauded Huss's sermon before the Synod on the sins of the clergy, which did
        not spare even himself, and appointed him one of the commission to investigate
        the miracles of the blood of Christ at Wilsnach.
        Accepting the report upon that fraud, he forbade all pilgrimages from his province
        to the shrine of the alleged miracles.
        
But within six years, either because the Archbishop
        began to grow more conservative, or because Huss was becoming more radical in
        his criticism of the Church, a coolness arose between the two which grew until
        the Archbishop removed his favorite from the position of synodical preacher.
        But the final break with the hierarchy came when, under the lead of Huss, the
        Bohemian teachers and students of the University stood against the Bishops, and
        with the King, in favor of remaining neutral in the schism of the Church and
        awaiting the decision of a Council. The three other nations of the University
        voted, with the clergy, to obey Alexander V, and the King issued a decree
        giving hereafter three votes to the Bohemian nation, and one to the Polish,
        Bavarian, and Saxon nations together. Whereupon the German students abandoned
        Prague and founded the new University of Leipzig, while the triumphant
        Bohemians elected Huss as rector. Meanwhile the Archbishop had obtained two
        bulls from Pope Alexander V, commanding the surrender of all writings of Wiclif’s and forbidding preaching in any places which had
        not acquired the right by long usage. When these orders were published, Huss,
        before a large assembly in the Bethlehem Chapel, entered his protest against
        both points, and appealed to the Pope. A month later the Archbishop
        excommunicated Huss, and two months later two hundred volumes of Wiclif's writings were publicly burned. The students
        resented the first by singing mocking songs about an “A B C archbishop who
        burned books and didn't know what was in them”. And the people resented the
        condemnation of their favorite preacher in sterner fashion. A tumult in the
        cathedral broke up the high mass and compelled the Archbishop to withdraw. And in
        St. Stephen's Church six men with drawn swords fell upon the priest as he read
        the excommunication of Huss and drove him from the pulpit. Then the Archbishop
        used his last weapon, the dreaded interdict that forbade baptism, burial,
        marriage, and the Lord's Supper in the rebellious city of Prague. But Huss
        stood by his post, and the sudden death of the Archbishop, and the appointment
        of the King's physician and trusted friend as his successor, brought peace.
        
A new cause for war soon followed. John XXIII
        proclaimed a crusade against Gregory XII, and an agent of the Curia appeared in
        Prague to cause the proclamation from every pulpit of a sale of indulgences to
        raise funds, and an enlistment of soldiers for a holy war in the name of the
        Vicar of Christ. Huss, like Wiclif before him, sprang
        to his spiritual arms. His pulpit rang with denunciations, and in university
        disputation he and his friends, notably the eloquent Jerome of Prague, attacked
        the crusade and the sale of indulgences against the majority of the theological
        faculty. The excitement spread. A mock procession, organized by a well-known
        nobleman, drew through the streets a wagon on which sat a woman of the town
        with the Pope's bull around her neck. Halting for a while before the palace of
        the Archbishop, the huge rude train went to the market-place, where the bull
        was laid on a scaffold and publicly burned. The King did not punish the act,
        but forbade all disorder in future, under pain of death. Three young men of the
        common people, in spite of this edict, interrupted the services of several
        churches by denouncing the indulgence as a cheat and lie. They were arrested by
        the magistrates and beheaded. The people gathered the bodies, and in a
        procession, headed by a band of students chanting the song of the breviary for
        the commemoration of the martyrs, “Isti sunt sancti”, bore them to the Bethlehem Chapel for a solemn
        funeral service. The German City Council endeavored to suppress Huss's
        preaching by force, and his congregation appeared in arms for his defence. Then, to relieve the city from the interdict and
        avoid the chances of riot in the streets, Huss, at the request of his King,
        withdrew to voluntary exile, leaving behind an open letter in which he appealed
        from the Curia to Christ.
        
Soon after he was visited by two messengers from
        Sigismund, who invited him, under promise of a safe-conduct, to appear before
        the General Council at Constance, where he might have an opportunity to clear
        himself of the charge of heresy and save the ecclesiastical honor of Bohemia.
        Nothing could have pleased Huss more. He had himself appealed from the Pope to
        a Council, and his one desire had always been to persuade the Church to accept
        his ideas, or at least permit them. Nevertheless, forebodings of evil haunted
        his prophetic soul. His letter to the Emperor spoke of his desire to confess
        Christ, and if need be suffer death for his true law. He wrote his will and
        gave it to a favorite scholar, with directions not to break the seal until he
        heard of his death. And he left a farewell letter to his friends in Bohemia, in
        which he asked for their prayers that he might stand firm, and if need be
        suffer death without fear. They shared his anxiety. A shoemaker of the city
        bade him, “God-speed; I think you will not come back, dear, true, and steadfast
        knight. May the heavenly King, not the Hungarian, give you the eternal reward
        for the faithful care you have given to my soul.”
        
Sigismund appointed three Bohemian nobles as imperial
        deputies to enforce the safe-conduct which protected him against illegal
        violence, and Huss set out for Constance.
        
        
CHAPTER IX.
        
THE COUNCIL OF CONSTANCE AND TRIUMPH OF THE PARTY OF
        CONCILIAR AUTHORITY: (1) THEY DEPOSE THE POPES AND FORCE UNION; (2) THEY
        REPUDIATE THE BOHEMIAN PROTEST AND BURN HUSS; (3) THEY FAIL TO DETERMINE THE
        REFORM OF THE CHURCH IN HEAD AND MEMBERS.
        
        
ALMOST the first to arrive at the fair little city by
        the lake was the Pope, who had ridden up from Italy with a splendid train of
        nine cardinals and many prelates. He entered the gates in state, with two great
        nobles walking at the bridle-reins of his palfrey, while the burgomaster and
        rulers of the city carried the glittering baldachin over his head. And for
        three months the boys of Constance must have revelled in the almost daily spectacle of some stately entry. The legates of Gregory and
        Benedict, who had been courteously invited to come to the Council, princes,
        ambassadors, great nobles, archbishops and splendid prelates, little companies
        of University doctors, all with as many horses and servants in their train as
        they could master, straggled through the streets in spasmodic parade. The
        Emperor came by torchlight on Christmas eve. He was accompanied by the Empress
        and several Princes of the Empire, and followed by a thousand horses laden with
        articles of luxury, from his service of table silver down to many pack-loads of
        embroidered pillows, silk bolsters, and carpets. Before midnight, clothed in
        the dalmatic and with his crown on his head, he read the Gospel for the day as
        deacon, while the Pope conducted mass in the cathedral.
        
One meeting had already been held, but nothing done,
        except formally open the Council, arrange for proper secretaries, and discuss
        the order of business. The first important question was the manner of voting,
        and its discussion plunged the Council into the troubled sea of curial politics.
        The Italian prelates numbered almost half the voters, for Italy was cut up into
        many petty bishoprics. If the Council voted in a mass, the Pope held the
        balance of power. The friends of union and reform therefore rejected this usual
        custom, and it was decided that all present should be divided into four
        nations, German, English, French, and Italian. (The Spanish was added
        afterward.) Each nation was represented by a fixed number of deputies, with a
        president, changed every month. All questions were first discussed in national
        assemblies. The results were communicated and discussed in common meetings of
        the deputies. Any point on which all agreed was then discussed in a general
        congregation and, if adopted, solemnly affirmed in the next General Session of
        the Council.
        
Armed with this conclusion, the friends of union
        proceeded to deal with John.
        
They had no easy task to force him to face the
        situation. It was hard for such a man, an adventurer fighting for his own hand,
        to whom the idea of duty was unknown, to get any glimpse of what it meant to be
        head and servant of a great institution. He knew no better than to keep on as
        Pope doing what he had done all his life, use every circumstance and event as
        something to be squeezed for his own gain. Nor was he without support. The
        cardinals probably had no illusions in regard to him as a man, but it was
        natural they should stand by him as Pope. For when men have risen by work or fortune
        to the top of any institution, it takes unusual greatness of mind or character
        to be very much dissatisfied with it; and they are always apt to be disinclined
        to any changes not absolutely necessary to its life. D'Ailly therefore, stood almost alone among the Princes of the Church in desiring
        thoroughgoing reform, reform checked and guarded at every point, but reform
        based, if need be, on amendment of the constitution. He stood by his order, of
        course, but Gerson working without and he within, soon forced upon John, in
        spite of every subterfuge and attempt to dissolve the party by personal
        diplomacy, the solemn declaration “to give peace to the Church by the method of
        simple cession of the Papacy whenever Benedict and Gregory, either in person or
        by proper procurators, shall do the same”. But already the report was in the
        air that John would break up the Council by flight. Several princes warned the
        Archduke of Austria, whose dynastic ambition would be flattered by having a
        Pope to protect and control, to keep out of any such plot, and Sigismund
        visited John and bluntly told him of the current suspicions. It is even said
        that the Bishop of Salisbury, who was in the Emperor's train, forbade the Pope
        to his face to dare any such rebellion against the authority of the Council.
        John promised “not to leave before the dissolution of the Council”; which his
        party afterward excused by the statement that the absence of the Pope ipso
        facto dissolved the Council.
        
Two days later the evasion was skillfully carried out.
        By this time a crowd of one hundred thousand strangers, with thirty thousand
        horses, was assembled at Constance. It was a mixed assembly of members of the
        Council and idle sight-seers, and was anxious to be amused. Musicians and
        jugglers, estimated at seventeen hundred, ministered to the pleasure of the
        visitors, and a great crowd of the victims and tempters of the vices of society
        served its sins in a commerce of evil which, to the great scandal of all honest
        men, even involved some of the worldly prelates of the Church. The princes, in
        the spirit of perpetual circus day which was common to the time, vied with one
        another in display at feasts and processions; and when the Duke of Austria gave
        his great tournament on the 20th of March all Constance went to see. At
        nightfall the Pope, dressed like a groom, mounted on a mean horse with an arquebuse at the saddle-bow, and, covered with a coarse
        gray cloak, coolly rode out of the gates with only one boy in his train. Two
        hours later a hungry traveller asked food of the
        village pastor of Ermatingen, and getting into a
        little boat, was carried across the sea to Schaffhausen, where he was joined
        the next day by the Duke, its Sovereign. The news of this evasion, brought by a
        letter from John to the Emperor, threw all Constance into panic. The timid
        members of the Council prepared for instant flight. The mob began to plunder,
        and rumor reported an army at the gates. It seemed as if the Council would
        break up at once. Sigismund first rallied the terror-stricken city. Riding
        through the swarming streets, he put down disorder with a strong hand, scoffed
        at the idea of an assault, and bade everyone be of good cheer. He called two
        assemblies, one of the German princes, and another of the four nations. In the
        first he announced his purpose to hold the Council together if it cost his
        life, and by deputation obtained from the cardinals the promise to join in
        conducting business, if necessary, without the Pope. They even agreed to
        abandon him altogether in case his continued absence prevented union and
        reform. Meanwhile they asked that all action against him be suspended until an
        embassy could confer and report. 
        
The Council itself was steadied by a sermon from
        Gerson on John XII. 35, which maintained that the Church might take counsel
        without the presence of the Pope and, if need be, force him to close the
        schism. The cardinals refused to be present at the sermon, and the Council,
        after waiting in vain for their cooperation, proceeded to a General Session
        without them. Only two of them seemed to have been aware of the danger. The
        Council at Pisa had met without a Pope, but here was the more fatal innovation
        of a Council without cardinals. D'Ailly, the most
        progressive, and Zabarella, one of the more
        conservative of the body, were alike too old and trained ecclesiastics to be so
        caught. It was bad to be outvoted; it was worse to be ignored. While their
        brother princes sulked in their tents, they rushed at once to the Hall, where
        one acted as President, and the other read the conclusions of the Nations.
        
In the next two sessions, under presidence of the cardinals, and after heavy debating carried on amid a double fire of
        pamphlets, it was decided that the Council of Constance, as a true Ecumenical
        Council, held its power direct from God; that every Christian, even the Pope
        himself, was bound to obey it in all that concerned faith, the destruction of
        the schism, and reform in head and members; and therefore “it was not dissolved
        by the blameworthy and scandalous flight of the Pope, but remained in all its
        integrity and authority, even though the Pope should declare the contrary.”
        Thus the party of union and reform threw down the glove before the defenders of
        an autocratic Papacy. Their victory was certain. As long negotiations made plainer
        and plainer the unwillingness of John to forget himself in his duty, even the
        cardinals, who wanted to stand by him as long as possible, yielded to the
        pressure of circumstances or the logic of events, and in the eleventh sitting,
        on the 29th of May, the President of the College of Cardinals added their placet to the decree by which John XXIII. was
        solemnly deposed from the Papacy as a notorious simoniac, a squanderer of the
        goods of the Church, an evil steward, and a man whose horrible life and indecent
        manners both before and after his election had given scandal to the Church of
        God and all Christian people. The first stumbling-block on the way to union and
        reform was removed.
        
Then the Council proceeded to remove the second : the
        heresy so widespread in Bohemia. For though Huss hoped to appear at the Council
        as a man slandered by a charge of heresy, but really representing a great body
        of true Catholics desiring to persuade the Church to necessary reforms, his
        Bohemian enemies and the leaders of the other parties were too clever to let
        him appear in any such light. They did not propose to have a discussion, but a
        trial, and they made up their minds that, in spite of the imperial
        safe-conduct, Huss’s first public appearance must be as a prisoner.
        
The 21st of November, three weeks after his arrival,
        two bishops appeared in Huss's lodgings to lead him to an audience with the
        cardinals. Baron von Chlum, as the representative of
        the royal honor, at once interfered and declined to allow anything to be done
        in Huss’s case until Sigismund had arrived. The Bishop of Trent replied that no
        harm was intended to Huss; the invitation was simply a friendly one. Whereupon
        Huss at once agreed to go. They took him to the palace of the Pope, where he
        had an audience with the cardinals, and in the afternoon the Baron von Chlum was informed that he might withdraw whenever he
        desired, but Magister Huss must remain. The knight at once demanded to see the
        Pope, and using the respectful forms of address due to his office, accused him
        of treachery and falsehood. For he did not fail in duty or friendship.
        Influential noblemen, prelates, and burghers of Constance were shown the
        safe-conduct, and begged to defend the royal honor. Then, unable to do more, he
        nailed his public protest, in Latin and German, on the door of the cathedral.
        Meanwhile Huss was put into a cell of the Dominican cloister so unwholesome
        that in a short time he fell ill, poisoned by sewer-gas. When Sigismund, met on
        the road to Constance by John von Chlum, heard of
        Huss’s arrest without any legal process, he flamed into wrath and sent an order
        for his instant release, with a threat to break the doors of his prison and
        fetch him. But before the resistance of the Curia his purpose melted, and even
        when the flight of John put the keys of Huss’s prison into his hands, he simply
        sent them to the Bishop of Constance, and the prisoner, worn by illness, was
        thrust into the tower of the episcopal castle at Gottlieben,
        near Constance, badly fed, compelled to carry chains by day, and to sleep with
        his hands fastened to the wall beside his bed. Meantime the Council had
        condemned forty-five propositions drawn from the works of Wiclif,
        and declared him a hardened heretic whose body ought not to rest in consecrated
        ground; a sentence carried out twelve years later by the Bishop of Lincoln, who
        dug up his bones. Then, as soon as the Pope was deposed, Huss was summoned
        before the Council for his first public hearing.
        
Public rumor and the efforts of the emissaries of the
        Bohemian clergy, the majority of whom were contributors to a fund to pay the
        costs of Huss's prosecution, had surrounded him with such an air of heresy and
        violent revolution that in the minds of the Council he was condemned before he
        appeared, and they listened with scant patience at his first informal hearing.
        He was interrupted by exclamations. When he claimed that he had been misquoted
        they cried, “Stop your sophistry; answer yes or no”. When he kept silence they
        said, “Silence gives consent”. And such an uproar finally arose that it was
        thought best to dismiss the assembly. In future hearings there was fair play,
        for the presence of Sigismund kept order. But his words told strongly against
        Huss; for he declared that any single one of the propositions from his books on
        which he was arraigned was enough to prove him a heretic, and demanded that if
        he did not recant he should be burned. He warned them not even to trust his
        recantation, for if he was not forbidden to preach or see his friends he would
        resume his heresy on his return to Bohemia. If there was any lingering doubt about
        his fate this speech sealed it.
        
John von Chlum stood by him
        like a man, and as he left the assembly seized him boldly by the hand and bade
        him be of good cheer. There were others who would have saved him if they could.
        He was visited again and again in his prison, and the utmost was done to frame
        a formula of adjuration he would accept. The final result was skilful and fair, for it limited his recantation to literal
        transcriptions of propositions from his books, and, embodying his denial of
        utterances put into his mouth by witnesses, simply rejected them
        hypothetically. To lead him to accept this formula the leaders of the Council
        sought the intercession of John von Chlum and his
        companion, von Duba. John visited Huss in company
        with many prelates, and said: “See, Magister John, we are laymen and cannot
        advise you. But if you are guilty you must not be ashamed to be taught and
        recant. If, however, you do not feel yourself guilty, you must on no account
        disobey your conscience and lie before God, but rather stand steadfast in the
        truth till death.” These words of honest friendship were good to the prisoner
        who had written to the University of Prague that he was determined to retract
        nothing unless it were proved to be false by the Word of God, and failing
        acquittal, he would appeal from the Council to the judgment-seat of Christ.
        Such an attitude, denying the authority of the Church to determine belief and
        rule conduct, was in itself heresy and, according to the law, a sufficient
        ground of condemnation.
        
Huss was brought before the Council for sentence the
        6th of July, 1415. He was clad in the garments of a priest about to say mass,
        and the pieces were taken from him by the bishops, according to the usual
        formula. When they took from his hand the cup they said, “Judas, who hast left
        the councils of peace and joined thyself to the council of the Jews, we take
        from thee the cup of salvation.” To which Huss answered with firm voice, “I
        trust in the Lord, the Almighty God, for whose name’s sake I patiently bear
        these blasphemies. He will not take from me the cup of salvation, and I hope to
        drink it with him even today in his Kingdom.”
        
Arrived at the place of execution, he fell on his
        knees at sight of the stake, crying, “Lord Jesus Christ, I will bear this
        horrible and shameful death humbly and patiently for the sake of thy gospel and
        for the preaching of thy Word.” He was bound to the stake, and wood and straw
        piled around him as high as his chin. Pappenheim, the Marshal of the Empire,
        begged him to recant and save his life. Huss refused, and the fire was lighted.
        The smoke rolled up, and before his Latin prayer, “Jesus Christ, Son of the
        living God, have mercy upon me,” could be three times intoned he died. They
        gathered the ashes from around the stake and cast them into the Rhine.
        
Eleven months afterward Jerome of Prague, having once
        recanted and anathematized the works of Wiclif and
        Huss, was called to a second trial on new charges. He closed his defence by declaring that “the writings of his master were
        holy and right, like his life”, and, refusing to recant, was burned as “a
        sharer in the errors of Huss and Wiclif.”
        
Huss and Jerome died when they were condemned, because
        heresy was as much a crime by the law as stealing or murder. Their condemnation
        was inevitable, because, when they met d'Ailly and
        Gerson, two types of men stood face to face. Huss and Jerome were not, indeed,
        wanting in reverence for inheritance of the past and the institutions of
        society. Their defence was full of quotations from the
        men of old, and they came to Constance of their own free will, because they
        loved the Church. But to them the truth was greater than the symbol and
        religion more vital than any of its institutions. They felt that Christ had
        left in the world a teaching, not a visible authority, and it was the duty of
        every man to do and believe what his mind and conscience told him was in accord
        with that teaching. D'Ailly, Gerson, and their
        followers were, on the other hand, not indifferent to truth. Gerson's mystic piety
        was deep, and we may well believe that he would have died for the truth as
        freely as the two Bohemians. But he did not believe that the truth could
        continue to exist apart from the visible authority of the institution he
        served. Neither Huss nor d'Ailly were without
        personal ambition. The acute Frenchman tried to catch the debate-loving
        Hungarian in a scholastic dilemma over universals and prove him a heretic on
        the doctrine of the Trinity. And Huss writes with unmistakable glee to his
        friends how he escaped the subtle snare and silenced “the chief Cardinal of
        them all”. D'Ailly was so well contented to be the
        chief Cardinal that he was willing to give a despised heretic the last word.
        But after all, both judge and prisoner, in spite of the weakness of the flesh
        and the gaudium certaminis,
        stood resolutely and honestly for their convictions. Both believed in reason
        and conscience; but the one submitted his reason and conscience to the
        invisible Christ, the other to the visible Christ, the Holy Church.
        
What was expected of Huss had he been an orthodox
        Roman Catholic has been plainly exemplified in this generation by those
        prelates who, after combating the dogma of Infallibility at the Vatican
        Council, afterward felt it their duty to accept it for the sake of charity and
        on the authority of the Church. The Bohemians died for refusing this authority.
        They indignantly asserted their fidelity to the entire received doctrine of the
        mass. Jerome began his defence by invoking the Virgin
        Mary and all the saints, and when bound to the stake sang the creed as a proof
        that he died in the true faith.
        
Huss was not a great thinker. The parallel column has
        shown unmistakably that the chief of his new opinions, and even the forms of
        their expression, were borrowed from Wiclif. It has
        been mistakenly claimed that he shared in the theological scheme afterward
        asserted by Luther, the sola fide. But his writings refute the claim,
        and his dying assertion of faith in Jesus Christ, a quotation from the
        prayer-book, is no more a proof that theologically he was an evangelical than the similar dying confession of St. Catherine of Siena, or a score of
        other orthodox Roman Catholic worthies of all ages. He did not possess the
        force or originality of intellect needed to express religious experience in new
        theological formulas. And this makes clear his courage and illuminates the
        significance of his death. He sealed his fate when he cried, “I appeal from the
        Council to Christ”. More plainly, perhaps, than any man in the history of the
        Church, he and his friend died for the dignity of the individual soul and the
        idea that, in the last analysis, religion is a personal matter between the
        Teacher sent from God and every disciple.
        
The result of the death of Huss and Jerome was the revolt
        of Bohemia against the commands of the Church and the Empire. When their King
        died the peasants and nobles refused to receive his brother Sigismund as King
        because he had broken his word and betrayed Huss to death. He has never lacked
        for apologetes, and they have a case, because the
        formal safe-conduct was not intended to protect against the law, but only
        against violence. But the instant they step outside of those formalities by
        which gentlemen of every age and people have always declined to limit their
        honor, Sigismund's defenders are in great embarrassment. Huss came to Constance
        on reliance on his word. The least Sigismund could have done was to secure fair
        play, to defend him against being cast into a noisome dungeon without due
        process of law, to have stood by h m to the end, and not to have sealed his
        fate even before he was condemned. Charles V, when he was urged to permit the
        arrest of Luther, who came to Worms under his protection, refused because he did
        not care to blush like Sigismund. For it is said that Huss, before he left the
        cathedral on his way to the stake, turned and looked at Sigismund, who looked
        down and colored. History finds no basis for the anecdote, but the judgment of
        most honest men is that if Sigismund did not blush he ought to have blushed.
        
The war in Bohemia, animated by the two forces of race
        hatred and religious zeal, soon took on a character of singular ferocity. When
        the crusade was proclaimed against the heretics, adventurers of all nations,
        led by the offer of indulgences and the promise of plunder, joined the German
        army. The Bohemians met the cross, now become the sign of oppression and
        cruelty, with the symbol of the cup. It signified their habit of communing in
        both kinds. In the orthodox Roman Catholic communion only the bread is given to
        the people, and the wine is drunk by the priest. This custom, originally caused
        by the fear lest the blood of Christ should be spilled, had come to be
        associated with the special privileges of the clergy as priests needed to mediate
        between the people and God. The habit of giving the cup to the laity started in
        Bohemia during Huss's captivity. After some hesitation it was approved by him
        as agreeable to the example of our Lord and his apostles. It soon became to the
        people the visible expression of that appeal from the authority of tradition to
        the word of Christ found in the Scriptures and interpreted by reason and
        conscience, for which he had died. Under this rallying signal they hurled back
        five crusades in slaughterous defeat; and crossing the borders, ravaged Germany
        almost to the Rhine with fire and sword, so that the name Bohemian or Hussite
        remained for generations in German villages a word to frighten children. It was
        eighteen years before the Bohemians came back again to the fellowship of the
        Church.
        
The Council, having thus decided that the centre of ecclesiastical authority was in itself, having
        deposed one Pope and received the resignation of another, having cut off the
        heresy which denied the supreme authority of the Church, was free to proceed to
        that task for which all these things were only the preparation the reform of
        the Church in head and members.
        
The general good will for this work is suggested in
        three sermons, preached in the end of August and beginning of September, 1416.
        The first one asserted that the Roman Curia is diabolic and almost all the
        clergy of the Church subject to the devil. The second, by Professor Theobald,
        going into particulars, accuses the clergy of open vices, and sums up the
        situation in the phrase, “Praelati nutriunt tot meretrices quot familiars”.
        The third, delivered by the representative of the University of Vienna, on the
        word of Christ to the leper, “Go show thyself to the priests”, cited the entire
        clergy, patriarch, archbishops, bishops, etc., as being afflicted with the
        leprosy of worldliness, dissoluteness, avarice, and simony, and called on the
        Council to heal this foul disease.
        
They began with the deposition of Benedict XIII. An
        embassy was sent to his mountain fortress of Peñiscola to announce it. The old Spaniard’s will was unbroken by isolation and the
        weight of over ninety years. He received the embassy of assembled Christendom
        in full regalia, and they began to read the sentence of the Council. The words “heretic”
        and “schismatic” brought an outburst of wrath. “It is not true; you lie. Here,
        he cried, beating the arm of his chair with his hand, here is the ark of Noah.
        I am the true follower of the unity of the Church. Those at Constance are
        heretics and schismatics, not I.” For eight years longer the unconquerable
        graybeard held his empty state, and bound his two remaining cardinals, under
        penalty of his dying curse, to elect a successor. They solemnly shut themselves
        into conclave and elected the Canon Mugnos, who maintained
        the pomp and circumstance of the little mountain Papacy for four years more and
        then resigned, A.D. 1429.
        
The evils which demanded reform at the hands of the
        Council were of two kinds: the unworthy character and irregular lives of the
        clergy, and the exactions and corruption of the administration of the Church by
        the Roman Curia. To meet these evils the party of which Gerson was the ablest
        spokesman demanded the reform of the Church in head and members. The cause of
        this corruption, so far as it exceeded that measure of weakness and personal
        ambition which may be expected in all institutions managed by men, was the same
        as that which lies at the root of the worst corruptions of our politics, the
        temptations of an enormous patronage. The Church was a very wealthy
        institution. Its property was not dispersed by inheritances, and grew
        constantly by gift and bequest. The ecclesiastical lands in England, for
        instance, were reckoned at a third of the entire real estate of the kingdom.
        Much of this wealth was honestly spent in the care of the poor and the building
        of those mediaeval churches which are among the most beautiful things ever made
        by human hands. Much of it was spent in luxury and display, by which numbers of
        unworthy men were tempted to enter the priesthood and the manners and morals of
        the clergy corrupted. By steady usurpation of privileges the Roman Curia had
        succeeded in imposing a heavy burden of complicated taxes on the ecclesiastical
        salaries and incomes of the world. The foundation of direct taxes was the
        so-called right of reservation, by which the Popes had acquired the right to
        fill vacancies in a large number of bishoprics and abbacies by direct
        appointment. All such appointees were compelled to pay heavy taxes, the first
        year's income of the benefice, and various other sums to the Papal treasury. A
        second kind of tax, direct and indirect, was indulgences; by which the Pope,
        usurping the rights of local discipline, sold by his agents all over the world
        dispensations from the Church penance imposed upon various sins. The right of
        appeal to Rome in all ecclesiastical causes was another great source of
        revenue. For dispensations were sold through the dioceses of the world, by
        which a clergyman of lower rank was freed from some given claim or right of his
        superior, and made secure of acquittal in the event of an appeal to Rome. Then
        exemptions against these exemptions were sold to the ecclesiastical overlord,
        until the rights of some of the bishops were so tied up with a tangle of Papal bulls
        that it would have puzzled the shrewdest canonical lawyer to define just what
        power remained to them in many cases. To these abuses of the power of provisors
        and indulgence were attached two scandals which everybody had denounced and no
        one dared to defend for generations, and yet which had steadily increased
        plurality of benefices, resulting in absenteeism and simony or the sale of the
        offices of the Church. It was common for one man to hold several offices and
        perform the duties of none. There were bishops who knew nothing of the state of
        religion in their dioceses, and cared less, canons who had never seen the
        cathedral to which they belonged, and priests who had never entered the bounds
        of their parishes. And the sale of the salaried positions of the Church, from
        the Papacy and the red hat of a cardinal down to doorkeepers of the churches,
        was notorious.
        
To drive out these tables of the money-changers from
        the house of God the Council needed something more than invective. The times
        demanded the repression of the usurpations by which the Curia had encroached
        upon episcopal rights, and the restoration of local government throughout the
        dioceses; an absolute prohibition of pluralities, and rules strictly regulating
        absenteeism ; the devising of some means to convict simoniacs and enforce upon them the stern penalties of the canon law, so long mere dead
        letters. But ecclesiastical assemblies, always apt to be cautious, are often
        cowardly. And against the advocates of a thorough and sure reform, those whose
        principles or whose interests led them to defend the privileges of the Curia
        could appeal to the fears of the conservatives that reform would become
        revolution. They had two arguments to use. The Papal States were in rebellion
        and but little income came from them. If the Papal taxes were reduced, how
        could the Church have any Pope and cardinals at all? Secondly, though the
        Council had rightly deposed the Pope for the preservation of the Church, the
        Church was only rightly constituted when she had a head, and reform ought to be
        preceded by the election of a Pope.
        
After long discussion the twenty-three cardinals,
        accompanied by six deputies from each of the five nations, Spain, Italy,
        France, England, and Germany, went into conclave on the 4th of November, 1417.
        The great hall of the merchants' house had been divided into fifty-three little
        rooms by canvas walls. All access to doors or windows was shut off by guarded
        barriers, and no ship might approach within bowshot of the walls. Two bishops
        sat before the door to inspect all food carried in, lest notes might be
        concealed in it; but the ancient rule that after three days they were to
        receive only two meals a day, and after eight more only one, was suspended
        perhaps out of consideration for the carnal weakness of the deputies associated
        with the cardinals in the conclave. On the third day the anxious city learned
        that after a long strife between the five nations, each of which wanted a Pope
        of its own tongue, the unanimous choice had fallen upon the Cardinal Deacon
        Otto, of the ancient Roman house of Colonna, a man of ability and honorable
        record, with a fine personal appearance and dignified manners. The Emperor
        rushed into the conclave and kissed his feet, hailing him as the morning star
        that at last had risen out of darkness, and all Christendom rejoiced that the
        schism was safely closed. Five months later the Cardinal Deacon Raynald called out, “!Domini ite in pace!”, all answered,  “Amen”, and the
        great Council was over. But the reform of the Church in head and members was
        scarcely begun. For the curial party, under the lead of Martin V, had but
        little difficulty in foiling every attempt to unite the nations in any plan of
        general reform. Amid distrust and despair, each began to scramble for national
        privileges, secured to them in a series of concordats signed by the Pope. And
        these compromise reforms recognized the rights of the Pope in the matter of the
        very usurpations and abuses they abated.
        
The Council of Constance has involved the orthodox
        Roman Catholic theologian and canonist of this century in considerable
        embarrassment. The Papal succession depends upon its ecumenical authority, for
        it deposed two Papal claimants as schismatics, compelled a third to resign, and
        elected a new Pope by an untraditional method. But the decree necessary to its
        work, that the authority of a General Council was greater than the authority of
        a Pope, is of course a denial of that dogma by which the Vatican Council of
        1870 completed the Catholic system and defended it against all change the
        Infallibility of the Pope. The judgment of the learned Bishop Hefele, in his
        great Conciliengeschichte, is characteristic: “There
        can, therefore, be no doubt that, according to the ecclesiastical law of today,
        which considers the approbation of the Pope upon General Councils necessary to
        constitute them such, all conclusions of Constance which do not prejudice the
        Papacy are to be considered ecumenical, but all, on the other hand, which
        infringe upon the privilege, the dignity, the preeminence of the apostolic
        chair are to be held for reprobated”.
        
        
CHAPTER X.
        
THE PAPAL REACTION. THE STRUGGLE FOR THE PATRIMONIUM.
        MARTIN V AND EUGENIUS IV REESTABLISH THE PAPAL SUPREMACY WITHOUT GRANTING
        REFORM. THE PROTEST AND ABORTIVE SCHISM OF THE COUNCIL OF BASLE.
        
        
THE new Pope was face to face with a situation that
        might well have daunted a bolder man. He entered Rome by streets almost
        impassable, past ruined churches and empty or fallen houses, through a crowd as
        wild and miserable-looking as their city. The States of the Church were all but
        dissolved into strange or hostile municipalities and communes, while petty
        tyrants and soldiers of fortune were striving to make principalities for
        themselves out of the patrimony of St. Peter. And behind this was the task of
        the reform of the Church in head and members, to which he was solemnly pledged.
        
To meet his political difficulties he was fitted by
        many characteristics. He was firm, clever, had an engaging personality that
        inspired confidence, and lived simply; for he desired
        the reality and not the shows of power. Rome began to become prosperous; the
        citizens rebuilt their houses, streets and bridges were repaired, and, led by
        his example, some of the cardinals rebuilt their titular churches. Order was
        restored around the walls of the city by the destruction of robbers, and an
        annalist exclaims with wonder that one could go through the country with gold
        in the open hand. Teachers of religion began to appeal with success to the
        people. Bernardino of Siena, for instance, came to Rome three years after
        Martin's return, preaching repentance. He was the son of a noble family, who,
        feeling in his heart the call to preach Christ, entered the order of St.
        Francis while still a youth. He had acquired great influence throughout various
        cities of Italy, and his success at Rome was striking. Many blood-feuds were
        reconciled by him. He was accustomed to denounce the luxury of the times as a
        chief cause of sin, and on the 25th of June, 14.21, he publicly set fire to a
        great scaffold on which was piled false hair, cosmetics, instruments of music,
        worldly books, and many other articles of luxury. Three days later another pyre
        was lighted in the presence of all Rome, which was crowned by a living woman,
        burned for witchcraft.
        
In the attempt to recover the Papal State lost to
        tyrants and rebellious vassals, Martin's chief opponent was Braccio Fortebraccio, a condottiere, or soldier of fortune. For the
        Breton or German leaders of the Free Companies of the fourteenth century were
        now quite largely replaced by Italians trained in their troops and rising from
        the ranks. The two most celebrated of these were Jacopo Sforza and Braccio Fortebraccio. Sforza, the son of a peasant, had run away
        from home and enlisted at the age of thirteen. Rising to fame, he had used his
        twenty brothers and sisters to extend and hold his power. His frank manners,
        strict honesty in all money engagements, the care with which he protected the
        peasants from pillage, and his reluctance to destroy conquered cities made him
        respected even while feared, and he was called “the common father of the
        men-at-arms”. His rival, Braccio, seems to have been a rougher sort a breaker
        of his word, a layer of plots, and a burner of harvest-fields, who put the
        country-side in terror. But he was firmly fixed in his usurpations, and the
        Pope could only get into Rome by receiving him at Florence and naming him Vicar
        for the rule of some of his best cities.
        
Two traits prevented Martin from having a good will
        for the reform of the Church pride and the greed of gold. The latter was so
        notorious that a celebrated writer among the curial secretaries hesitated to
        publish an essay On Avarice, lest it should be thought an attack on the
        Pope. No avaricious Pope could honestly desire reform. Nor would the head of
        the Colonna consent to lessen the wealth and power of the city which was the
        background of the dignity of his race. His nepotism was as marked as that of poorer
        Popes, who thought it necessary to create great relatives for their own
        support. And during his life the family of Colonna were everywhere advanced and
        enriched. The sale of benefices and the whole system of fees and perquisites,
        which crushed all poor appellants to the justice of the Papal court, increased,
        and the Papal usurpations of episcopal rights on which these abuses were
        founded were silently maintained, in spite of the protests and agreements of
        Constance. It was not to be supposed that this was done without opposition. It
        had been agreed at Constance that a new Synod was to be assembled at Pavia
        within five years, but its temper was so dangerous when it met that the Pope
        adjourned it to Siena, and then closed it to await the General Council which
        had been appointed for the tenth year after Constance. Meantime he pleased
        Christendom by appointing to the College of Cardinals half a dozen men whose
        wisdom or piety fitted them in the eyes of all for the dignity of Princes of
        the Church. Then, just on the eve of the assembly of an Ecumenical Council at
        Basle, he died (1431).
        
Martin had in every way repressed the powers of the
        cardinals, and before they proceeded to a new election, the College, the most
        weighty and dignified for many years, passed the first of the capitulations
        which hereafter every Pope was compelled to accept. It was an attempt to
        preserve the Papacy in the form of an aristocratic oligarchy where the Pope was
        the first of the cardinals, and to defend their rights as a senate governing
        the Church with him. In practice, however, it always failed of its purpose and
        never seriously checked the growing absolutism of the Papacy.
        
The so-called rhythm of the Papacy, by which the
        opposition party generally elects the new Pope, gave the votes to the candidate
        of the Orsini, the Roman family which rivalled the Colonna. Eugenius IV was
        forty-eight years old and had been made Cardinal by his uncle, Gregory XII, in
        1408. His appearance, writes a chronicler, was so majestic that once, when he appeared
        upon a platform to intone the prayer in a service at Florence, the people who
        crowded the great square were moved to tears before the figure “of the Vicar of
        Christ, who seemed to be he whom he represented”. His pious habit never varied.
        Amid all his business, four monks, two of his own order, were always with him
        to conduct the proper offices of day and night, in which he never failed to
        join. He was free from nepotism and avarice. His relatives, who flocked to him,
        received nothing from the goods of the Church. He answered that he could not
        give away what was not his. But many stories are told of his generosity. Once
        he offered to a poor Florentine who begged for help a purse of gold pieces and
        told him to help himself. The abashed man took only two or three. “Oh”, laughed
        Eugenius,  “put your hand in. You are
        welcome to the gold”.
        
The nepotic and avaricious Martin had ruled Rome in
        peace, but the generous and unworldly Eugenius lived in the midst of civil war.
        For the sins of his predecessor were visited on his head. The castles and cities
        of the patrimonium were garrisoned by the soldiers of
        the Colonnas; the Papal jewels and a large part of
        the treasure of St. Peter were in their hands. When summoned they declined to
        surrender them to a Pope who had been the candidate of the rival family of
        Orsini. When Eugenius became peremptory they assaulted the city, seized and
        held one of the gates, and the slaughter and burning of civil war filled the
        streets of a part of Rome for a month.
        
Scarcely was this bloody trouble ended by the entire
        submission of the Colonna and the surrender of everything claimed by the Pope
        than the Council met at Basle, and the Papacy had to face again that great
        episcopal system whose rights it had so continuously usurped. The prelates
        reaffirmed the decision of Constance that the Council was independent,
        indissoluble, except by its own consent, and superior to the Pope, and summoned
        Eugenius to appear within three months for trial. These things strengthened the
        local enemies of the Pope. Different bands of condottieri, the chief of whom
        called himself General of the Holy Council, besieged him in Rome. Thus driven
        to a corner, Eugenius recalled the bulls dissolving the Council, acknowledged
        it as the highest authority, and put himself under its protection. By this time
        many prelates, including seven cardinals, were assembled; the Council was
        supported by all the powers, and it seemed that the principle of Conciliar
        Authority had obtained a second and lasting victory over Papal absolutism.
        
But Eugenius could not make his peace with the Romans.
        Wearied by the endless war which wasted their lands, they rose with the old cry
        of “The folk” established the Republic, and forced the captive Pope to renounce
        the worldly power. Then Eugenius fled. A reformed pirate, Vitellius of Ischia,
        had recently been taken into the Papal service, and his galley lay at Ostia.
        Disguised as a Dominican monk, the Pope slipped out of the back door, while
        some bishops appeared to wait his immediate coming to the audience-chamber. A
        mule brought him to the river-bank, and a servant of the ex-pirate carried the
        Pope on his back through the shallow water to a boat. But suspicion was
        aroused, for it was full daylight, and a great crowd pursued. They put the Pope
        in the bottom and covered him with a shield, and the seamen of Vitellius rowed
        down the river amid a storm of stones and arrows until they distanced the
        cursing Romans and landed their passenger on the galley. The Romans had often
        driven the Popes from Rome and called them back again, for they were a folk
        impatient of authority and incapable of self-rule; but it might have comforted
        Eugenius, as he lay under the shield, could he have known that none of his
        successors for four hundred years would again be compelled to flee before an
        insurrection of their own people.
        
In June, 1434, the Pope sought the protection of the
        Republic of Florence and took up his residence in that city. Every petty tyrant
        in the Papal States, suppressed or appeased by the policy or strength of the
        family of Martin, now seized the opportunity given by the rebellious Colonna.
        And once more it was evident that if the Vicar of Christ was to be ruler of a
        kingdom of this world, the Church had need of a prince who could hide the silk
        glove of a cardinal in the gauntlet of a man-at-arms. He was at hand in the
        person of Giovanni Vitelleschi, who began life as the
        clerk of a condottiere, afterward went into ecclesiastics, and had become
        Bishop of Recanati. He had already been Papal legate
        in the march of Ancona, where he had displayed skill in war and a ruthless
        temperament. Eugenius gave him the task of destroying petty tyrants, rooting
        out the condottieri and subduing Rome. The terrible priest, who had already
        shown himself not slow to shed blood, fought fire with fire. One by one the fierce
        barons were bribed or forced to peace. The Prefect of Vico,
        descendant of a family which had been a thorn in the side of the Popes for
        three hundred years, was besieged, forced to surrender, and beheaded.
        Rebellious Rome, half frightened, longing for the money spent by the Curia, and
        envious of the glory given to Florence by the presence of the Pope, invited him
        to return. And Vitelleschi, reporting his successes
        to Eugenius, was made Archbishop of Florence and Patriarch of Alexandria. Then
        he was sent back to finish his work. He hung, beheaded, and strangled the
        tyrants wherever he could lay hands on them, and with patient destructiveness
        levelled the walls, churches, and houses of some of the feudal strong places
        whence the fierce nobility had for generations threatened the supremacy of law
        and made stable government all but impossible. The head of a second conspiracy
        in Rome was drawn through the streets on a hurdle, torn with red-hot pincers,
        and then quartered. Thus a stern will made stillness rest upon a land of wasted
        fields and the ruins of thirty destroyed cities. The thoroughly cowed Roman
        burghers voted him an equestrian statue on the Capitol, inscribed to “Giovanni Vitelleschi, Patriarch of Alexandria, the third father of
        the State after Romulus”. The Colonna were humbled to the very dust, and of
        their family city fortress not one stone was left upon another. Then the riches
        and power of the man who had done this work excited suspicion. Vitelleschi, now become a Cardinal, was on his way to Tuscany,
        and crossed the bridge of San Angelo in the rear of his army. The portcullis
        was suddenly dropped on one end and a chain drawn across the other. The
        men-at-arms from the castle of San Angelo fell upon him, and, in spite of a
        desperate defence, carried him a wounded prisoner
        into the castle. When his army turned back in rage at the news, they were met
        by the closed gates and cannon of the castle, while the governor waved over the
        battlements the parchment order for their general's arrest, stamped with the
        Papal seal. A month later Vitelleschi was dead. He
        was a striking representative of the class created by the Dominium Temporale, the fighting priest whose prototype was the
        fighting Pope Julius II, who at the beginning of the next century was to set up
        over the church door of a conquered city a statue of himself cast from captured
        cannon.
        
Meanwhile, strengthened by the iron hand of his
        servant, Eugenius had resumed resistance to the Council of Basle with great
        success. At first the party of reform had things all their own way. But for
        reasons which seem not at all clear, their sweeping decrees for reform produced
        a powerful reaction. And the Papacy found able and worthy defenders in Juan
        Torquemada, who asserted its infallibility, Ambrogio, Travasari, and the noble Cardinal Cesarini.
        Eugenius had been in negotiation for union with the Eastern Church, and had
        succeeded in procuring submission to the Chair of St. Peter as a condition of
        the military aid of Western Christendom in resisting the Turk.
        
The necessity of having a meeting-place more convenient
        for the embassy of Constantinople enabled him to carry off the most
        influential, though the smaller, part of the Council to Ferrara and then to
        Florence. There, in July, 1439, the Patriarch of Constantinople kissed his
        hand, and the Emperor formally acknowledged that the Patriarch of Rome was the
        Vicar of Christ and the supreme head of the entire Church. This reconciliation
        was merely a political necessity, shortly after renounced by the entire Greek
        Church, but for the time it strengthened the cause of Eugenius. And when the
        Council of Basle, having deposed him, elected a new Pope, Felix V, in November,
        1439, the powers of Europe, shrinking in horror from a new schism, refused to
        recognize him. France, indeed, had the courage to adopt all the decrees of
        Basle in the Pragmatic Sanction passed by a national Synod at Bourges, and to
        compel from Eugenius as the price of her support the recognition of the
        episcopal rights of the national Church. Germany tried to do the same thing.
        She declared her neutrality in the schism, and demanded needed reforms before
        she would declare obedience to Eugenius. The embassy from the princes and
        prince bishops obtained an acknowledgment of the preeminence of the Council and
        the promise of reforms; but the Pope, before he handed the bulls to the
        ambassadors from his death-bed, had signed a previous bull providing that his
        concessions, which were made at a time when his judgment was weakened by
        illness, should be null if they in any way injured the teaching of the fathers
        and the rights of the Holy Chair of St. Peter. But his successor did not need
        to appeal to it. The jealous strife between the petty German princes gave too
        broad an opening for the diplomacy of clever legates. The Roman King (title of
        the Emperor elect) had already sold his support for a paltry bribe in money and
        patronage; the princes and bishops were only too ready to be bribed, and in the
        concordats of Aschaffenburg and Vienna (1447-1448) they signed away the national
        rights which the French episcopate had successfully defended.
        
        
CHAPTER XI.
        
THE SPREAD OF HUMANISM.
        
        
WHILE the Papacy, using an ecclesiastical reaction and
        the skilful diplomacy which surrendered individual
        aggressions to reserve the principle of Papal autocracy, had resisted reform
        and weakened the power both of the College of Cardinals and the advocates of
        Conciliar Authority, the movement of the New Learning was finding broader and
        stronger expression. The light centred in Florence by
        the three first followers of Petrarch, Boccaccio, Marsigli, Salutato and their friends had been spread over all
        North Italy by the efforts of a race of wandering teachers. These pioneers of
        learning may be represented in short sketches of two, the most characteristic
        of their generation.
        
Giovanni di Conversino was a
        poor boy who won distinction in the school of Donato at Venice, and was sent to
        Petrarch to act as copyist. He left that barren employment because he wanted to
        learn Greek and see the world, and led henceforth a restless life, whose hopes
        and pride were always larger than its fortunes. The poor fellow never fulfilled
        his early ambition to learn Greek, but went to Florence, to Rome, to Belluno, Padua, Ragusa, Udine, to Padua again, and back to
        Florence. Now he was private secretary, now notary, now lecturer on Cicero, now
        master of a Latin school. He must have had some of the elements of a great
        teacher, for we are told by one of his scholars that he “led the way to virtue
        not only by showing the examples of the ancients, but by his own walk and
        conversation”. Two of the greatest teachers Italy ever had, Guarino and Vittorino, sat at his feet, and it is a pity to think of
        the impossible man passing through so many good positions to earn the scanty
        bread of his old age as a giver of lessons in Venice to any scattered pupils he
        could pick up.
        
A still more striking figure is Chrysoloras,
        the first of the line of learned men who were to flee from Constantinople, then
        tottering to its fall before the assaults of the Turk. The Greek scholarship of
        Constantinople does not seem to have had within itself the seed of growth; but
        it possessed by inheritance the manuscripts in which were recorded the origins
        of our poetry, our philosophy, and our religion, and the knowledge of the
        language in which they were written. Italy had long desired to know Greek, and
        when news came that Chrysoloras, a distinguished
        teacher of rhetoric and philosophy, had landed in Venice to seek aid for the
        Empire against the Turk, two noble Florentines went at once to see him. One of
        them returned with him to Constantinople. The other brought to Florence so
        glowing a report of his learning and personality that Salutato induced the city to call him for ten years as a teacher of Greek, with a salary
        of one hundred florins and fees. In 1396 he came. A great crowd went to hear
        his instruction, but it is melancholy to find that none of the older men, like Salutato, who had longed so earnestly for this treasure,
        were able to master the difficulties of the tongue. Chrysoloras formed in Florence some able young scholars, and wandered to Pavia, then back
        again to Byzantium, and returned once more to Venice and Florence on his way to
        Rome. From thence he visited France, Spain, and England, came back to Rome, and
        was sent by the Pope on a mission to Byzantium. Returned, he was despatched to Germany, and finally died at the Council of
        Constance. Thus the long beard and flowing garments of the Greek reminded the
        students of the world that the tongue of Homer, Plato, and John might be
        learned and its lost treasures recovered.
        
A little army of such scouts of learning, most of
        whose names are long forgotten, wandered from city to city, seeking or giving
        knowledge. And through their labors there were soon scattered over Italy knots
        of men who loved to live laborious days in the pursuit of truth and beauty.
        
The leaders in this love of learning were of the
        country of Dante, Petrarch, and Boccaccio, and the capital of their little
        state was not only the defender of liberty, but the Athens of Italy.
        
Florence, like London today, was the centre of trade and the financial exchange of the world.
        The most remarkable of her merchant princes and rich bankers was Cosimo de
        Medici. His father, Giovanni de Medici (died 1428), left to his two sons,
        Cosimo and Lorenzo, a fortune acknowledged as 179,221 gold florins. This wealth
        was enormously increased by Cosimo's skill as a
        merchant and banker. The figures will indicate what this means. Lorenzo, who
        died in 1440, left 253,000 florins. Piero, Cosimo’s son, who died in 1469, left 238,000; and, besides the expenses of living, the
        family had spent between 1434 and 1471 in taxes, benefactions, and public
        buildings 664,000 florins, of which Cosimo, who died in 1464, paid 400,000. So
        that, besides the expenses of living, the 180,000 florins of the grandfather
        had in less than fifty years gained for his descendants 1,000,000 florins, or
        one half the total coined money circulating in the Republic in 1422. It was the
        rule, so well-illustrated in the history of some American families, that money skilfully handled breeds money; but more than two thirds of
        the increase of two generations of the Medici accrued to the public benefit in
        taxes, charities, and gifts to learning or the arts.
        
The relation of Cosimo to his city can be easily
        appreciated by the Americans of today. He was the boss of the little Republic
        of Florence, then a city of about ninety thousand inhabitants. His family were
        among the hereditary leaders of the democracy against the party of millionaire
        manufacturers and middle-class merchants who desired to retain power in order
        to control the tariff. And they had been very influential in the uprising of
        1378, which resulted in the extension of suffrage to the working-man. Cosimo
        was simple in his habits, given to hospitality, liberal in sharing the
        enjoyment of the treasures of art and learning with which his palace was
        filled, generous where it would do the most good, reserved, but affable of
        speech. Hiding his secrets behind an impenetrable veil of invariable courtesy,
        he gathered into his hands all the wires that moved Florentine politics, and,
        seeking no public honors for himself, was nearly always able to control the
        City Council and quietly shape the policy of the Republic. His hands were free
        from taking bribes, though he did not scruple to handle for its full value the
        patronage he controlled. And doubtless one great cause of his success as a
        money-lender and merchant was his early and intimate knowledge of political movements.
        His commercial correspondents were scattered over all Europe, the Levant, and
        even in Egypt. He had loaned money on the security of the public income to the
        State of Florence and to every burgher who wished to borrow of him. And yet he
        used his power so gently that he conquered envy and received by public decree
        the title of “Father of the Fatherland.”
        
The Florentine merchant nobility had long been in the
        habit of protecting and enjoying art and literature. It was natural, therefore,
        that Cosimo should employ his striking critical taste, trained by reading and
        discussion, his enormous wealth, his knowledge of men, finished by travel and
        the conduct of affairs, his correspondence, spread over all countries of the
        world, in forming collections of books and manuscripts, in employing men of
        genius, and becoming the leading patron of art and letters in Italy. The most
        efficient of his friends and protégés in this work was Niccolo de Niccoli. He was the son of a small merchant of the
        city, who, inheriting a very modest fortune, abandoned business and gave
        himself up to the profession of a connoisseur and collector of manuscripts and
        objects of art. The stout little man who always dressed with scrupulous care
        was very fond of society, and the soul of every company; but somewhat feared
        withal, because of a touch of sarcasm in his irresistibly funny speeches. He
        was a good deal of a beau in his younger days, and we learn from letters that
        he and his friend Bruni used to wait round the doors of the churches to see the
        pretty girls come out. But he never married, because he knew that if he had a
        wife he must give up collecting books. He was more than consoled by forming out
        of his moderate income the best library in Florence eight hundred manuscripts,
        all rare, some of them unique. When an over-enthusiastic purchase, as, for
        instance, the library of Salutato, had reduced him
        for the time to poverty, he hung on to the books and economized until he could
        pay for them. He had, besides, a small but good collection of gems, statues,
        coins, and pictures. But he lived no comfortless life of the traditional old
        bachelor. He loved to see a piece of fine linen, a crystal goblet, an antique
        vase, some bits of choice pottery on his table.
        
He was the centre of
        correspondence for the Humanists of his day, and not to know Niccoli was to be unknown in the realm of letters. He was
        the greatest living authority on manuscripts, with an infallible eye for an old
        codex, and an extended practical knowledge of the then unknown science of diplomatics. He was the first collector who let his uniques be copied, and showed a liberality in regard to his
        treasures absolutely unequalled. At his death it was found that two hundred of
        his volumes were loaned. His house was always open and was the meeting-place of
        the literati and artists of Florence. It was also a sort of free school, for
        sometimes there were ten or twelve young men reading quietly in the library,
        while Niccoli walked about the room, giving
        instructions or asking now one and then another his impressions of what he
        read. And yet he was no easy man to get on with. His spirit was intensely
        critical, and a friend writes that even of the dead he never praised any but
        Plato, Virgil, Horace, and Jerome. He was neglectful of formalities toward
        others and exceedingly touchy in regard to himself, and the later years of the
        peppery old man were filled with quarrels. Cosimo did everything for him. His
        word was law in regard to appointments and dismissals at the High School of
        Florence. And it was understood that whenever he was unable to pay for a book
        he had only to send a note to Cosimo’s cashier, who
        had standing orders to discount it at once a graceful way of making a gift, for Niccoli died five hundred florins in his patron's
        debt. He had always been wont to rebuke the jests against religion of the
        free-thinkers among his literary friends, and he made an edifying end. His last
        words gave directions as to what was to be done with his books.
        
Men like these, for Cosimo and Niccoli were only the most skilful of many connoisseurs of
        art and letters in Florence, searched the world for the remains of classical
        antiquity. And there was no lack of patient explorers who gladly gave their
        years to this service. We have a suggestion of such toils and pleasures in letters
        describing the book-hunts of three young secretaries at the Council of
        Constance. One day, for instance, they took boat to the Benedictine abbey on
        the island of Reichenau. On another they crossed to
        the north shore of the lake and rode eighteen or twenty miles inland to the old
        abbey of Weingarten. Sometimes they got much, sometimes little; but, like
        fishermen, they never let success suffer in the telling of it.
        
Their best trip was to the abbey of St. Gall. This
        abbey, founded in the seventh century, had been for generations, through its
        convent school, a centre of light, but the degenerate
        monks were so forgetful of the ancient glories of their house that the library
        was thrust into a dusty tower and left to worms and decay. Doubtless much was
        already gone, but the indignant friends found something to fill Florence with
        joy, a perfect Institutes of Quintilian, only known to Italy in fragments. Poggio got permission to carry it to Constance, and spent
        fifty-three days copying it. Their net took other smaller fish. Some books of Valerius, Flaccus, a commentary
        on five speeches of Cicero, Statius's Woods, a book of Manilius,
        and a short work of Priscian. And they copied these too. But it was the news of
        the Quintilian that drew from Bruni, soon to be chosen as the worthiest
        successor of Salutato in the Chancellorship of
        Florence, the answer, “O vast gain! O unhoped-for joy!”
        
Another very useful man in this book-collecting was
        Giovanni Aurispa, not much of a scholar, but a skilful buyer, particularly of Greek manuscripts. There was
        great excitement in Florence when he landed in Venice with two hundred and
        thirty-eight books in his chests. To pay for them he had sold all he had except
        the clothes he wore, and still owed fifty florins for freight and other debts. Cosimo's brother immediately advanced the money. But the
        shrewd Aurispa would not visit Florence till, by
        sending an occasional volume and an imperfect list of his treasures, he had
        roused the appetite of the literati to fever-heat. Then he doubtless came well
        out of his speculation.
        
What these men and their patrons were doing for the
        writings of antiquity Ciriaco of Ancona did for its art. Having picked up Latin
        while clerk of harbor repairs in his native city, he was seized, while on a
        visit to Rome, by the passion of the antiquary, and gave his life to gratify
        it. Sailing in the Levant as supercargo, he bought in a convent a manuscript of
        the Iliad and learned Greek out of it. When he came to Rome to visit Pope
        Eugenius his chests were laden with interesting things: splendid bronze vases
        with silver inlay, a complete Greek manuscript of the New Testament, marble
        heads, cut gems, gold coins of Philip and Alexander, Indian water-cans of
        porcelain decorated in gold, and a long list of copies of ancient inscriptions.
        He saw and was seen by the literati of Rome, and went to Florence, where he
        settled down in the library of Niccoli as the
        choicest spot in the world. But he never stayed long in any place. He visited
        every important ruin in Italy merely in the intervals of journeys that carried
        him to the limits of travel. He went to the pyramids, where he copied an
        inscription in an unknown tongue to send to his friend Niccoli.
        Then he turned back, lingering, and longing to go farther up the mysterious river.
        For his dearest plans always failed. At Damascus he was very anxious to
        accompany the son of a rich merchant to Ethiopia and India, but could not. He
        was also obliged to give up a trip to Persia with a Genoese merchant he met in
        Adrianople. And he tried in vain to get money from the Pope and Cosimo for a
        visit to the Atlas Mountains and the Island of Thule at the end of the world.
        But Cosimo did give him an open credit at the Medici bank to invest in
        antiques. And Ciriaco must have spent on his heavy chests more than he earned,
        for he was no mere trader, but loved to give a gold coin of Trojan to the
        Emperor, a bit of amber with a fly in it to the King of Naples, drawings of
        temples and copies of mosaics to his friends. He was full of pomposity and conceit,
        published an extraordinary prayer made to Mercury on the way from Delos to
        Mycenae, liked to tell everywhere how he once mystified a stupid priest by the
        saying, “My art is to sometimes waken the dead from the grave, and altogether
        took himself too seriously”. So they laughed at him a good deal, called him “Resurrectionist”
        and “Mercury of Ancona”; but the ablest of the brilliant circle of which he
        loved to rank himself a member knew his real services to learning, and his lost
        collections of carefully copied inscriptions would doubtless fill many a gap in
        antiquarian knowledge.
        
These collectors and the patrons whose homes sheltered
        the inheritance of the past were surrounded by a swarm of teachers and writers,
        and the wandering masters found more dignified successors in the incumbents of
        new schools founded in many parts of Italy. The greatest of this generation of
        teachers are Vittorino da Feltre (1377-1446) and
        Guarino da Verona (1370-1460). In his youth Guarino had gone to Constantinople
        to learn Greek of Chrysoloras, and when he was called
        to Ferrara as tutor to the princes of the royal house he had taught in many
        cities and was sixty years old. But, old as he was, the real labor of his life,
        that was to make his name gratefully honored throughout Italy, was just begun.
        He was lecturer on poetry to the University, and the hearers who soon filled
        the room included men as well as youth, and not infrequently women. But his
        genius as a teacher was best displayed in his private school. And his house
        gathered scholars from all parts of Italy, Dalmatia, Germany, Hungary, Bohemia,
        Poland, France, England, and the islands of the Levant. It was a gentle
        discipline, that of the learned and kindly man, who loved a joke as well as the
        wildest lad among them. The pupils were brought up with his own sons, who all
        grew up to be scholars, and became the ancestors of a numerous race
        distinguished for ten generations in poetry and the Humanities. He was very
        much opposed to the use of the rod, saying that it enslaved boys and made them
        hate learning. Nor was he a believer in “the drilled dull lesson, forced down
        word for word”. He taught his pupils the elements of grammar, and then threw
        them on their own resources, to read steadily and continuously, with the help
        of a translation. This method, for lack of which generations of American
        college students have wasted the best years of their lives over Greek and Latin
        without learning to read either with pleasure, had astonishing success. There
        are recorded instances of men, young and old, who, beginning Greek, could,
        after less than a year in Guarino's house, read it freely and with pleasure. At
        the age of ninety he called his sons around him, blessed them, and crowned a
        life of gentle labor with a peaceful death.
        
Even more beautiful is the personality and life of Vittorino da Feltre. His parents were poor, and he had to
        help himself to an education by tutoring and studying at the same time. But in
        spite of his hard work he was more than a mere dig, for he did well in the
        sports of his fellows and sang the praises of his sweetheart in Latin and
        Italian. He had a little school at Venice for a while, and then lectured at
        Padua, his alma mater, in rhetoric and philosophy. His success brought him a
        call to Mantua in 1423. The Duke, a great soldier, but a friend to learning,
        had built for an academy a stately house in the midst of a green meadow on the
        bank of a little lake not far from the city. It was generously planned, for the
        halls were decorated with frescoes and the courts with fountains. Here, and in
        the neighboring house which Vittorino built from his
        profits, assembled a strange medley of pupils, sons of princes and noblemen
        side by side with poor scholars Vittorino had picked
        up, who could bring nothing but their love of learning. He had a large number
        of masters, including teachers of painting and music, riding, fencing, and
        ball-playing. He was always in debt, for he never could resist taking promising
        lads who were poor, or practise economy when it was
        possible to improve his school. His own large salary he gave away, and left so
        embarrassed an estate that his heirs refused to accept it. But he had a ready
        resource, for his noble master never could resist the smile with which Vittorino was wont to confess that he had spent several
        hundred gold pieces extra for the needs of the school and hoped it would be
        supplied. He himself never thought of money. He had no pleasures except those
        he shared with his boys, and the only thing in the world he kept to himself was
        a tiny house and garden on the hill where Virgil was said to have been born.
        When his friends advised him to marry and told of the joys of the family, he
        pointed to his scholars and said he had children enough already. The boys were
        brought up with freedom, but under a stern law, and they feared his rebuke. His
        special dislikes were lying, profanity, laziness, and dandyism. The son of the
        Duke, almost a young man, blasphemed on the ball-field, and Vittorino instantly called him and boxed his ears. His piety was very deep, and he taught
        to this scholars the strict observance of the customs of worship. At the school
        table prayer was made before and after meat. The older scholars heard mass
        every morning, went to confession every month, and kept honestly all the
        prescribed fasts of the Church. But the asceticism of his system was based on
        classic rather than on monkish ideas, and endeavored to subdue the body by
        training it. The boys had to play and exercise every day in the open air in
        running, wrestling, swimming, riding, ball-playing, or shooting with the bow.
        Sometimes they were divided into two armies which fought battles. Sometimes
        they were sent hunting or fishing, or, in summer, taken on long tramps to the
        Alps.
        
He never wrote anything, saying “the ancients had
        written enough; it was better to read them”, probably only his excuse to
        himself for giving his whole learning to his boys, for he always praised and
        admired the writings of others. He had his reward in the tears of joy that were
        seen in his eyes when one did well in the crowning exercise of the school, an
        elegant rendering of Greek into Latin, before visitors, and in the universal
        love and respect which came to him from all men in an envious and quarrelsome
        age. The best medallist of the day gave to the medal
        in his honor this legend: Father of Classic Learning”.
        
Then also the three great Florentines around whom we
        grouped the first generation of the followers of Petrarch in the ways of the
        New Learning found worthy successors each in his kind.
        
Marsigli, the Augustinian monk, friend of Boccaccio and Salutato, is represented by Traversari the Camaldulensian. Abroad he was the churchman,
        General of his Order, ambassador of the Pope, and powerful advocate of the
        Papal authority at Basle. But in Florence he was one of the little band who sat
        at Cosimo’s table for a feast of reason. He was a
        sworn friend of Niccoli, who was forever urging him
        to read less theology and more classics. When Niccoli went on his travels he always left to Traversari the
        keys of his iron-bound manuscript chests, and his clothes, which, to please the
        dandy antiquary, had to be shaken and brushed at regular intervals by a brother
        of the order. He had a hard time between the rules of his convent and his taste
        for heathen poets and literary distinction. When he had translated for Cosimo
        so apparently unsatanic a book as Diogenes Laertius's Sketches of Distinguished
        Philosophers, he could only quiet his conscience for not having spent the time
        on Church fathers with the reflection that even this work might help religion
        by its moral examples.
        
Leonardo Bruni, a poor orphan boy brought up under the
        protection of Salutato, became, after serving as
        curial secretary, a worthy successor of his patron as Chancellor of Florence.
        He was accounted the best Grecian of his day, and left seventy-four works in
        Greek and Latin. He seemed, as he strode majestically through the streets in
        his long red robe, one of those ancient Roman worthies whose tongue he wrote so
        clearly and beautifully in letters, or rolled out in the strong and stately
        phrases of his festal orations. He was third of an illustrious roll of
        chancellors, which numbers between Salutato and
        Machiavelli some of the chief names in the literature of successive generations.
        
But it is in Poggio and Filelfo that we see the typical figure of the Humanist, the
        successor of Petrarch, a scholar and writer living by his knowledge and his
        pen, not directly through teaching or the sale of his books, but by the
        presents and sinecures offered by admiring patrons.
        
Poggio Bracciolini (1380-1459)
        walked into Florence, like Franklin into Philadelphia, with only a few pieces
        of silver in his pocket. But he soon found a friend in Salutato,
        who put him in the way of earning a living as a copyist of classical
        manuscripts; and his beautiful handwriting brought him plenty of work. Niccoli lent him books and money, and, guided by the advice
        of both, he hammered out for himself without teachers a mastery of Latin and a
        passable knowledge of Greek. While still a youth he got a position as secretary
        of the Papal Curia, which he held for fifty years. But his heart was always in
        Florence, where his treasure of books was, either stored in his little villa,
        or under the care of his friend Traversari. There he
        married, when over fifty, a young girl of eighteen, a match which, to the
        amazement of all his friends, was the happiness of both. He was forty before
        the discovery of the Quintilian at St. Gall brought him anything like fame, and
        it was afterward that he was ranked among the first scholars and stylists of
        his day. Poggio did not serve Minerva for nothing. He
        wrote, it is true, essays on Avarice  and The Greed of Gold, but both as
        curial secretary and litterateur he understood perfectly the art of feathering
        his nest. His pride was of the vulgar stripe which keeps constantly asking for
        something, not the noble self-respect of a Salutato,
        which is always content with its wages and stands aside to watch, half in scorn
        and half in amusement, the universal struggle for the almighty dollar. Until
        the time when he gave it up and married he was, like Petrarch, a patient hunter
        of benefices, and no rich patron in Italy need despair of the services of his
        pen, most skilled in eulogy. Nor did he scruple to skilfully solicit this kind of business. When he had translated the Cyropaedia of Xenophon he hinted with increasing plainness to those in the court of
        Alfonso of Naples his desire to dedicate it to that generous Maecenas. When the
        bait was not even nibbled at, he wrote a dedication in his warmest tone and
        sent a splendidly bound copy of the work. But Alfonso made no return and the
        indignant scholar began to hedge violently in his opinion of the King whom he
        had just lauded to the skies, questioned his taste and the honesty of his
        devotion to literature, and struck his name out of the copies of his book so
        that the dedication might serve for any prince. Then Alfonso sent him six
        hundred florins, and begged him if he wanted anything else not to be afraid to
        ask. Immediately the tide of Poggio’s admiration
        swelled to high-water mark, and at the first opportunity he sent an open letter
        begging Alfonso to raise all Italy against the Turk, and calling him a model of
        every royal virtue in peace and war.
        
He was even more skilled in invective than in eulogy.
        And woe betide the man who in the smallest way crossed Poggio’s path. He was pilloried in Latin letters whose style spread them all over
        Europe. To this rule Guarino was the sole exception. His character awed even
        the pen of Poggio, and their dispute as to whether
        Caesar or Scipio was the greatest man was carried on, if not with all the
        courtesy of an old-fashioned village debating society, yet with what for Poggio was decency. On the other hand, in defending his
        patron Cosimo against Filelfo he stopped at no
        personality. No member of his adversary's family was left untouched by dirty
        accusations. And there was scarcely a crime so mean and unmentionable that he
        did not accuse his opponent of it. Some allowance must be made, of course, for
        the contemporary customs of dispute. But even a tough-skinned generation shrank
        before the poisoned bitterness of Poggio’s darts.
        
Francesco Filelfo (1398-1481), when he landed in Venice in 1427, had served for five years as
        secretary to the Emperor John in Constantinople, whither he had originally been
        sent by the Venetian State as secretary of the trade-house, a sort of consul.
        Two years later he brought his chest of Greek manuscripts and his beautiful
        young Greek wife, the grandniece of Manuel Chrysoloras,
        to Florence, to lecture in the employ of the city on Cicero, Livy, Terence,
        Homer, Thucydides, and Xenophon. He did not stay long. For it is not to be
        supposed that continual peace brooded over the Florentine garden of the Muses.
        Scholars and men of letters are notoriously difficult, and petty jealousies and
        quarrels were as common in Florence as in a modern college faculty. Then the
        immeasurable vanity of Filelfo, who thought the
        street curiosity that stared at his Eastern beard and robe a tribute to, his
        learning, struck like flint on steel against the sarcastic humor of Niccoli. But the man who bore the triple reputation of one
        of the first Latinists, the ablest Greek scholar, and the most skilful poet of Italy had no trouble in finding a new home.
        He went to the High School of Siena, and the war of words passed to knives; for
        after Filelfo's life had twice been attempted by
        assassins, hired, as he charged, by Cosimo and his friends, the great Grecian
        joined with other exiles of the “noble” party of Florentine politics to hire a
        band of murderers to kill Cosimo and Marsuppini. Filelfo added a special promise of twenty-five florins for
        the death of Marsuppini. But the assassin was caught,
        had both of his hands cut off, and was driven from Florentine territory; and it
        was decreed that if Filelfo were taken he should have
        his tongue cut out. Filelfo's answer was to pillory
        the Medici in an invective, and Cosimo, touched by the only spot on his good
        fame, sought to make peace through Traversari; an
        overture to which Filelfo replied: “Cosimo has poison
        and dagger against me. I have brains and pen against him. I do not want his
        friendship and I despise his hostility”. But it was not many years before he
        again sought Cosimo’s patronage, promising to destroy
        all his invectives. And at the end of his life, when he hoped to gain from
        Lorenzo, Cosimo's grandson a position at the
        university at Pisa, he planned a great eulogy of the Medici in ten books, of
        which he sent a flattering preface as a sample. And at eighty-three years he
        was actually recalled to Florence, to die almost on reaching it. Meanwhile he
        had not suffered. He was always complaining of poverty, even when he had six
        servants or kept six horses and dressed in silk and fine furs. And his
        measureless importunity supported this state. For it was actually the belief of
        the age that the key of the heaven of fame was the pen of the Humanist, and the
        sale of their eulogies has been well compared to the sale of indulgences by the
        Church. We have seen how even Cosimo feared to have his name mentioned with
        disrespect in Filelfo’s immortal letters, and to
        obtain honorable mention in them many a prince was willing to fill his hands
        with gold.
        
For the rest Filelfo and Poggio were pretty thorough heathen. They did not quarrel
        with the Church, for it was dangerous. The very fury with which Petrarch,
        Boccaccio, and Salutato had attacked ecclesiastical
        abuses showed their love of the Church. But Filelfo and Poggio did little else but sneer at her wrongs
        and weaknesses. A Bruni, a Niccoli, a Guarino, a Vittorino showed by their attitude toward her worship their
        faith in the great institution which handed down the teaching of Christ. But
        these two most typical Humanists, who sought the glory of men through the glory
        of letters, and lived by patronage, looked upon the priests as Cicero on the
        augurs. They dropped altogether the sense of sin which Jesus of Nazareth
        brought into the world, and when they thus turned to the Greek ideal they did
        not replace the penitence issuing in the love of God and man of his doctrine by
        the stoic self-respect which had produced an Epictetus and taught Marcus
        Aurelius to write that “even in a palace life might be well lived”. A few of
        their successors in the New Learning put on the simple garb of that philosophy.
        But the typical Humanists of this generation, with most of their successors,
        set up nothing in place of what they abandoned, and, borrowing one of the worst
        traits of classic life, stamped with the authority of culture and good taste
        those vices which constantly threaten to rot society to the point of
        dissolution. Filelfo’s De Jocis et Seriis has never been printed. His biographer
        (Rosmini, 1808) was ashamed to quote it because of
        its “horrible obscenity”. Poggio tells how a knot of
        choice spirits among the Papal secretaries, all of whom belonged to the clergy,
        used to meet after work in a remote room of the palace. They called their
        informal society Bugiale or The Forge of
          Lies, and he collected and published the tales he heard there under the
        title of Facetiae. It went through twenty-six editions in sixty years.
        Anyone attempting to circulate an English translation through the United States
        mail could be sent to the penitentiary. Nor was this all. The worship of
        lubricity became deliberate. In Valla’s dialogue, De Voluptate,
        while the formal victory remains with virtue, the freshness and strength of
        argument are all on the side of the Greek view; and the conclusion, “Whatever
        pleases is permitted,” lies near to every reader.
        
But in Beccadelli’s Hermaphroditus,
        by which the author won instant fame at the age of thirty-one, the astonished
        modern reader finds a veritable Priapean orgy. The polished Latin verses,
        decorated with all the skill of a poet and rhetorician, have for their subject
        those things which St. Paul says it is a shame even to speak of. It was
        received with a perfect storm of applause, and gained for Beccadelli the laurel crown of a poet from the hand of the Emperor Sigismund. Not, of
        course, without protest. For the leading folks' preachers, Bernardino of Siena
        and his associates the Franciscans, thundered against it and publicly burned it
        with the picture of the author in the market squares of Bologna, Ferrara, and
        Milan, while the Pope excommunicated any who should dare to read it. But the
        more it was attacked the more it was read. And though in later life the author
        mildly expressed his regret, it was the chief support of his fame. The claim of apologetes that Christianity has obliterated that
        shame of the classic world has never been justified by facts in this or any
        other age. But it is certainly a sign of additional corruption to find a crime,
        now stamped as infamous by every statute-book of Europe, and then punished by
        death in France, openly praised with more than Turkish cynicism amid the
        applause of men who assumed to lead taste and learning.
        
The Laurentius Valla alluded to was born twenty-seven
        years later than Poggio, and together with Beccadelli formed the chief ornament of the cultured court
        of Alfonso of Naples. He became one of the ablest critics the world has ever
        seen. It was difficult for any mythical humbug or traditional fraud to escape
        his sharp eye and tongue. When Beccadelli showed King
        Alfonso the skull of a dragon, Valla proved that it was nothing but a
        crocodile. No adherent of the New Learning had yet struck such resistless blows
        at the traditional methods of scholasticism, which enslaved so much of the
        teaching at the universities and schools. Though it was two generations since
        the death of Petrarch he made the beginnings of a scientific Latin grammar and
        syntax. He denied the right of the monks and nuns to their exclusive title “religious”,
        and the claim on which it was based, that an honest monk could expect a higher
        reward from God, simply because of his monkish vow, than an honest layman. He
        exposed as a forgery the letter of Abgar, King of Edessa, to Christ, mistakenly
        quoted by Eusebius as an original. He attacked the catechism of the Franciscans
        as false because it said that the Apostles had in person composed the different
        articles of the so-called Apostles’ Creed. He demanded that the Vulgate, or
        Jerome's Latin translation of the New Testament, should be compared with the
        original Greek and corrected. These assertions are commonplaces now. They
        required the originality of genius then. But in the moral courage to sustain
        his originality Valla was absolutely deficient. When he was summoned before an
        ecclesiastical court and confronted with a charge of heresy he escaped by
        saying that “Mother Church did not know anything about it, but nevertheless he
        thought in these matters entirely as Mother Church”. And when he wanted a
        sinecure on the staff of Papal secretaries his letter to the Pope humbly
        retracted every conclusion of his scholarship and promised hereafter to write
        entirely in his interests.
        
It has seemed necessary to interrupt the account of
        the attempted reform of the Church in head and members by the three parties of
        the radicals (Wicliff and Huss), the middle party of
        conciliar reform (Gerson, d'Ailly, and the fathers of
        Basle), and the orthodox, ascetic folks’ preachers (Catherine of Siena,
        Bernardino of Siena, etc.) by this long account of the second generation of the
        men of the New Learning, because the success of their movement finally brought
        about the end of the drama in the triumph of reform. Neither the protesting
        Reformation of Luther nor the Catholic Counter-reformation of Trent would have
        been possible but for the victory of the New Learning over the traditions of
        scholasticism. And curiously enough this relation, which it might be tedious to
        demonstrate abstractly, has been clearly suggested in a letter from one of the
        Humanists we have described.
        
Petrarch, the founder of the New Learning, did three
        things : he tested tradition by reason ; he awoke self-consciousness made man
        cease to be a member of a class and an institution to become an independent
        personality; and he evoked the historical sense and turned it to study the
        records of the past. We have seen that John Huss, appealing from the Council to
        Christ, died for the dignity and independence of the individual soul, in defence of the truth that Christianity is in the last
        analysis a personal matter between each disciple and his Master. And Jerome
        died because he stood by Huss. Poggio, that careless
        Gallio who cared for none of these things, wrote, among the letters from
        Constance about his book-hunts, one to Bruni, describing the trial and death of
        Jerome. And the unheroic Humanist, not himself the stuff that makes martyrs,
        cannot conceal his intellectual sympathy for the man who stood in the name of
        reason and conscience against Council and Emperor, the combined traditional
        authority of Church and State. The letter is so characteristic of one type of
        Humanist, and so illustrative of the secret and unseen interaction of the
        forces of history, that it seems wise to give the reader a free and condensed
        but true translation, one third the length of the original.
        
Poggio sends his best greetings to Leonardo. When I had been
        several days at the baths I wrote to our friend Nicolas a letter which I hoped
        you would read. Then when I had returned to Constance the case of Jerome was
        under discussion. I confess I have never seen anyone who approached more nearly
        to the much-admired eloquence of the ancients. The diction, the skill, the
        arguments, the expressive countenance, the confidence with which he answered
        his adversaries were wonderful. And it is a pity that so noble an intellect
        should have turned to heresy, if, indeed, those things are true of which he is
        charged. Nor, indeed, is it my business to decide so great a question. I yield
        to the judgment of those who are accounted wiser. It would take too long to
        give you an account of the whole affair, but I will touch on some of its more
        remarkable features.
        
The charges were read from the pulpit, head after
        head, and he was given an opportunity to defend himself. It is impossible to
        tell you how calmly he answered and how skilfully he
        defended himself. Nothing came from his lips unworthy of a good man. His answer
        to some was a witty saying, to others a sarcasm; he compelled many in the midst
        of this sorrowful affair to laughter, returning their fierce interruptions with
        a joke. To a Dominican crying out bitterly against him he replied, Be silent,
        hypocrite. To another swearing by his conscience, That, he said, is the surest
        way to deceive. A certain chief among his adversaries he never addressed save
        as ass or dog. When at last, on the third day, he was given permission to speak
        at length, he began with praying God to grant him such a mind and skill in
        speaking as should be for the gain and salvation of his soul. Then he pointed
        out that many excellent men, overwhelmed by false witnesses, have been condemn
        d by unjust judgment; referring to Socrates, unjustly killed, the captivity of
        Plato, the flight of Anaxagoras, the torture of Zeno, the exile of Rutilius, the death of Boethius, and others. Then he passed
        over to the history of the Hebrews; spoke of Moses, Joseph, Isaiah, Daniel, and
        almost all the prophets, oppressed by unjust judgment as despisers of the gods
        and seducers of the people. Coming down to John the Baptist, our Lord, and all
        the Apostles, he showed that they died by false accusation as evil-doers. His
        voice was sweet, full, and resonant. There was great dignity in his gestures
        either to express indignation or to excite pity, although he did not ask pity.
        He stood intrepid and unflinching, not only despising death, but even seeking
        it. You might have called him a second Cato, a man worthy of eternal memory
        among men (I do not praise anything in him contrary to the institutions of the
        Church). Obstinate in his errors, he was condemned as a heretic and burned. He
        approached death with a pleasant and smiling countenance. But this was a
        particular sign of a steadfast mind. When the executioner would have started
        the fire behind, that he might not see it, “Come here, he said, “and light the
        fire in front. If I were afraid of it I would never have come to this place,
        which I could have escaped. I saw this ending and watched each act of this
        drama. And having leisure I wished to tell you this affair a little like the
        stories of the worthies of antiquity. For not Mutius himself suffered his hand to be burned with so steadfast a spirit as he the
        whole body. Nor did Socrates drink the poison so willingly as he endured the
        fire. Farewell, my dearest Leonardo.”
        
        
        
PERIOD II.
        
FROM THE ACCESSION OF THE FIRST HUMANIST POPE TO THE
        FRENCH INVASION OF ITALY (1447-94).
        
CHAPTER XII.
        
NICHOLAS V., THE FIRST HUMANIST POPE, MAKES ROME THE
        HOME OF THE MUSES. THE WAR OF THE MONKS AND THE HUMANISTS.
        
        
THE death of Eugenius in 1447 left the Church in the
        care of a strong and representative body of cardinals, eleven Italians, four
        Spaniards, two Greeks, a German, an Englishman, a Pole, a Hungarian, a
        Portuguese, and two Frenchmen. After a short conclave they elected, to his own
        great astonishment, the youngest, but one of the ablest of their number,
        Tommaso Parentucelli, of Sarzana,
        Cardinal of Bologna, who took the title of Nicholas V. There was no churchman
        who represented more unmistakably the training and ideals of the New Learning.
        After attaining a master’s degree at Bologna in philosophy and the liberal
        arts, he lived for several years in Florence as tutor in the houses of the Albizzi and Strozzi, and breathed
        deep the air of the New Learning that filled the homes of their friends. A
        further course of study gained a degree in theology, and he became for twenty
        years the friend and helper of the Bishop of Bologna, one of the most faithful
        prelates of his day, whose character earned the red hat and nominated him to
        important legations. On these missions Tommaso added the culture of travel,
        distinguished conversation, and the conduct of great affairs to the culture of
        books, and acquired such readiness that he talked on any subject as if he had
        given his whole life to its study. After he was made a cardinal for closing the
        negotiations which brought rebellious Germany to the bedside of the dying
        Eugenius, he had been called the “Second Pope,” and his election was hailed
        with joy.
        
He was a little man of choleric temper, with
        considerable power of self-control in emergencies, but quick and impatient at
        small carelessness or stupidity. He disliked ceremony intensely so far as
        personal intercourse was concerned, and his manners were pleasant and friendly.
        His conversation was always frank and often merry. He never forgot old friends.
        And his old friends at Florence sent a great embassy with a hundred and twenty
        horses to congratulate the new Pope. Among them was the bookseller Vespasiano da Bisticci, and to
        him Nicholas confided his ideal: “So long as I am Pope to use no weapon but
        that which Christ has given for my defence, his Holy
        Cross”. For this the first Pope under whom Christendom had been united for
        seventy years was sincerely resolved to do his duty as he understood it. His
        understanding was that of a pious Humanist whose dearest wish, next to the
        establishment of the peace of the Church, was to ennoble religion and worship
        by the services of literature and art. He did this with a zeal born of the
        pleasure in being connoisseur and patron, which was his strongest and most
        active passion.
        
During the many years when he had accomplished with
        dignity the hard task of living as a poor man among intimates whose wealth gave
        wide range to their cultured tastes, he had been distinguished for his
        beautifully written and bound manuscripts, and was wont to say in familiar
        moments, If I were “rich I would indulge in two extravagances, building and the
        collection of books”. The literati of Florence were accustomed to gather every
        morning at a certain corner in front of the palace of the Republic, to discuss
        the literary and other gossip of the day. And after he had done his duty of
        waiting on his master, the Archbishop, Maestro Tommaso would ride down the
        street clad in his blue gown, give his mule to the two servants who followed
        him on foot, and join the group. Whenever the subject of the arrangement of a
        library was suggested among them, his opinion was received as that of a leading
        expert. His plan for a library, made for Cosimo de Medici's foundation of San
        Marco, was used by almost all those large-minded patrons who followed that new
        example by founding public libraries. It was natural, therefore, that as Pope
        he should collect the scattered manuscripts that were in the Papal buildings
        and become the real founder of the Vatican library. His agents were seeking
        manuscripts in all likely places, and he offered the enormous reward of five
        thousand florins for a copy of the Hebrew Gospel of Matthew. His chief delight
        was to handle and arrange these volumes, and his particular favorites were
        magnificently bound in crimson velvet with silver clasps. They included the
        presentation copies of the translations from the Greek he suggested and nobly
        rewarded. He delighted to be hailed as a new Maecenas by the wandering knight-errants of learning, who were finding that the pen
        was as mighty as the sword to win fortune for the skilful wielder of it. The Curia was almost swamped by the swarm of secretaries who
        wore the livery of the Church, but loved the shrine of the Muses. As Nicholas
        pathetically remarked when he was accused of neglecting some modest talent
        unknown at his very doors, “Why, I reward even the bad poets, if they only come
        and ask.”
        
Many of these secretaries of Nicholas were heathen.
        Not that they attacked the truths of Christianity or refused the offices of the
        Church, but that the ideals of the New Testament had little influence over
        their thoughts, desires, or conversation, and the classic authors a great deal.
        It was a rationalistic circle, much more interested in the relation of human
        thought and feeling to the world than in the relation of the soul to God,
        secretly given to free thought, and more or less openly to free living. They
        displayed a respect for the Church as a great institution of society ; and
        doubtless they tried to preserve such a measure of regard for religion in their
        hearts as might be a comfort at death, without being too troublesome while they
        were engaged in living.
        
Both their heathenism and the form of their
        Christianity led this circle and their correspondents to take up the invective
        against the monks which two generations of Humanists had carried on. Petrarch,
        indeed, had been on very good terms with all the orders of monks, and was
        pleased with their praise of his book On the Solitary Life. But
        Boccaccio not only made monks the comic heroes of the very worst of his tales,
        but wrote against them as ambitious pretenders who opposed learning and
        dishonored the house of God. In the second generation Bruni, the Chancellor of
        Florence, took up the conflict in his tractate Against Hypocrisy, and
        draws such a picture that there is little difficulty in recognizing a
        caricature of the Franciscan Brothers of the Strict Observance, the begging
        friars, with their distinguished folks' preacher, Bernardino of Siena. Filelfo continued the attack, and gives a satiric picture
        of the preaching of the revivalist monks.
        
Poggio was therefore taking up the quarrel of his class in
        his lifelong enmity against the Strict Franciscans. And there was added the
        hatred of a curialist of the opposition party, who
        had felt the pressure of their overwhelming influence during the latter part of
        the administration of Eugenius IV. His letters and pamphlets against them are
        written in his most brilliant and reckless style. He says they are recruited
        among idle boys, who, having learned nothing and being too lazy to earn their
        living, go into the order to live without working. They put on a coarse and
        dirty gown, hang down their heads, look pale and thin, and think they have
        proved their holiness and humility, but are leading astray silly women,
        constantly begging privileges and immunities for their order, and hunting
        bishoprics and cardinals' hats for themselves. Since Bernardino has won such
        applause, every stupid idiot in the order wants to imitate him. They scream and
        whisper, stamp and pound the pulpit, and in the end are bathed m perspiration,
        while their hearers remain stupider than before. “Why”, he asks, “do they
        always call the Redeemer Jesus, and not, as other people do, Jesus Christ? Why
        do they call themselves Jesusites [Jesuits] and not,
        like others, Christians? It is because they want, by this trick of a new
        fashion of speech, to appear to be a chosen and peculiar band, but really they
        are filled with ambitions and all uncleanness.”
        
That such bitter attacks did not mean separation from
        the Church, or even war with all monks, is illuminating for those Protestant
        readers, who find it difficult to understand that, within certain fixed limits
        of doctrine and certain practical rules of obedience, the liveliest discussion
        and the freest personal criticism have always been possible in the Roman
        Catholic Church. Poggio himself had intimate friends
        among the monks. His eldest son, though to his father's great grief, became a
        preacher of the strictest order of St. Francis. He signed his will in the cloister
        of San Croce, desired to be buried there, and left money to furnish a new
        chapel and for a hundred masses to be said by the monks for his soul.
        
It must not be supposed that the monks were silent
        under such attacks. We have seen how Bernardino denounced Beccadelli;
        and a score of pulpits thundered in reply to Poggio against the immoralities and indecencies of the Humanist writings, charging
        that darker heathenism and heresy, denials of God and the soul, were behind.
        
One strange outcome of this conflict between those who
        quoted the classics and practised worldliness, and
        those who quoted the New Testament and practised other worldliness, was the appearance of men who sympathized with both and
        spent their lives halting between two opinions. Such a one was Girolamo Agliotti, of the Benedictine cloister of Arezzo, in whom
        the Zeitgeist was so powerful that when he heard the “Gospel of Christ or the
        letters of Paul or Augustine read, felt them so little that he was inclined to
        doubt whether there ever had been a Paul or a Christ or an Augustine”. He was
        much more stirred by Virgil than by the Psalms, and preferred Livy and
        Quintilian to Ezekiel. In this desperate condition he met Traversari,
        the Humanistic General of the Camaldolites, and his
        sympathy allayed the strife of the boy's spirit and gave him peace in the
        resolve to take the dress of his order. But his fellows regarded the study of
        anything but the Bible and the lives of the saints as worse than a waste of
        time for a monk, and he was sent out of the cloister by his abbot. He spent his
        years in projecting books for which he could never find a patron; wrote one on
        the Education of a Monk, but seems to have pleased neither party; and,
        though the Pope finally gave him the abbacy of the little cloister from which
        he had been driven, he made no career commensurable with his ambitions or even
        his talents.
        
But Alberto da Sarteano, a
        begging friar who brought the fruits of classic learning to his order, found
        better service and reward. He was the most distinguished disciple and successor
        of Bernardino, their great preacher. He had spent some time in his youth in
        Florence, and was a friend of the circle of literati centred about Niccoli. Thence he went to the great
        schoolmaster Guarino to perfect himself in Greek and Latin eloquence. They
        became sworn friends. When the monk, a year later, preached at a provincial
        assembly of his order in Latin sprinkled with his new Greek, the teacher,
        always pleased with his pupil’s efforts, was delighted. Alberto soon laid aside
        his Latin and his oratory to learn the art by which Bernardino roused the
        common people to great crises of religious excitement and enthusiasm.
        Henceforth he became a pillar of his order. But in the midst of his “trumpet
        preaching” he was still willing, as his old master wrote with joy, to exhort
        his hearers to the duty of study, and to support the truths of religion not
        only by quotation from the Bible, but also from the orators and poets. No doubt
        this roused criticism and suspicion, just as Wesley’s habit of reading
        Shakespeare did three centuries later. But in so distinguished and zealous a
        servant of the strictest observance of the order, things could be pardoned that
        would have been unbearable scandal in a weaker vessel. He was even able to
        maintain, in spite of one or two half-playful controversies, a friendly
        correspondence with Poggio. And on his mission
        journeys the monk was keeping a sharp and sometimes successful outlook for rare
        books on behalf of the very Humanist who was pouring out the vials of his
        bitterest satire on the barefoot preachers.
        
Coming events cast their shadows before, and such a
        figure was a prophecy of those Jesusites (Jesuits)
        who a century later, leading the Catholic Counterreformation by polished
        preaching to the higher classes and the creation of a new system of Catholic
        education, prepared novices for entrance into their order by a long and
        laborious training in every department of classic and philosophic learning.
        
Nicholas spent large sums in filling his court with
        Humanists, replacing by them the monks, the traditional servants of the Papacy.
        But it was in the arts that he used the bulk of those huge treasures which were
        raising the Church from the poverty of the schism. We catch a glimpse of the stream
        flowing quietly from all parts of the world in the flood of gold poured out
        before the altar of St. Peter by the thronging jubilee pilgrims of 1450 a sum
        so great that it amazed all beholders. The shops of the goldsmiths as far as
        Paris were filled with orders for the Papal court, and the ceremonials gleamed
        with wrought metal and precious stones, fine fabrics, splendid tapestries and
        embroideries. He bade painters cover the walls of the Vatican with frescoes,
        and was fortunate in the service of Fra Angelico; whose epitaph bids the
        passer-by praise him, not because he was a second Apelles, but because he gave
        all the rewards of his work to Christ’s poor. The restless energy of Nicholas
        turned to every kind of building. The aqueduct was repaired and the fountains
        of the city increased and adorned; new bridges were built and old ones put in
        order. The walls were completed and made defensible, and new fortifications
        rose in the weaker cities of the patrimonium. The
        palace of the senators was enlarged and adorned, and a new one built for the
        magistrates. The ruined churches and basilicas were restored. For that part of
        the city which was called the Leonina, and centred in the Cathedral of St. Peter, the Pope formed a
        plan more magnificent than anything since the days of the Roman Emperors. Three
        great arcaded streets, a huge forum, a Papal palace as large as Nero’s Golden
        House, and a basilica that dwarfed the Pantheon were the figures of this dream
        of marble magnificence. The first step toward realizing it was to destroy a
        little basilica which for more than a thousand years had preserved the graves
        of that Probus and his wife who had been the friend of Ambrose and Symmachus.
        For it is a strange contradiction in the life of Nicholas that no one was ever
        a more ruthless plunderer and destroyer of old buildings to get space or stone
        than this son of Humanism in the Chair of St. Peter.
        
The realization of his other ideal, the rule of peace
        by peace, was perhaps impossible without a renunciation of traditional Papal
        rights which would have appeared the most violent of revolutions. The people
        of Rome were a feeble folk, both in war and peace filled with great
        enthusiasms, but hysterical. Nicholas shrank from the tyranny they needed. And
        yet it was his fate to provoke conspiracy. Stefano Porcaro, a member of one of
        the lesser noble families, was a man of distinction, largely acquainted among
        the leaders of the Humanists, and a correspondent of the Florentine circle, who
        had filled several offices of State at home and abroad. Moved either by
        enthusiasm or ambition, he bound a body of men by oath to fire the Vatican,
        fall upon the Pope and cardinals during the celebration of mass, capture or
        kill them, and proclaim the Republic, with himself as Tribune. The chiefs of
        this last important plot to restore the ancient Republic ended on the gallows,
        and it had no result except to embitter Nicholas and increase his
        constitutional timidity ; but it is interesting as a type of a class of
        conspiracies, all appealing to the example of antiquity and choosing the Church
        as a convenient place for assassinations, which are scattered through the
        fifteenth century of Italian history. Everywhere the power of the citizens was
        decayed and the chartered liberties of the cities of Italy usurped by tyrants
        who knew no law save of their own making. As early as Boccaccio Humanism had
        begun to adorn the maxim that the murder of a tyrant is the praise of God. And
        when Humanism had become the mode it was natural that, since law had perished,
        envy, discontent, or devotion should frequently imitate the examples of Brutus
        or Catiline.
        
But Nicholas’s love of peace was disturbed by
        something far more tragic than a masquerading conspiracy. In the height of his
        splendid pontificate the fall of Constantinople resounded through Europe.
        Christendom ought not to have been surprised, because embassy after embassy had
        sought help, but a great shock of wrath and fear ran through the nations of the
        West. For a hundred years the walls of Constantinople had stood as a bulwark
        against Asia. And when it fell the imaginations of men saw the ruthless Turk
        swarming up the Danube, down the Rhine, and along the Mediterranean to conquer
        Europe. The Papacy, as from the watch-tower of Christendom, sounded the alarm,
        and the call for a crusade went to every bishopric of Europe. But even fear, so
        long as it remained vague and distant, could not unite the Christian world to
        common action. Only a meagre response came. The folks’ preacher Capistrano
        wrote from Germany to the Pope: “All princes and lords say with one voice,  Why should we set our lives and our children’s
        bread in hazard against the Turk, while the chief priest lets the treasure he
        ought to spend on the defence of the Holy Faith be
        wasted on towers and walls, chalk and stone?”. And it came to pass that the
        talented, once simple-living and merry Tommaso of Sarzana,
        sickened of all his splendors and artistic pleasures, and died, glad to be
        released from the heavy burden of an office he had taken with great
        anticipations.
        
He called his cardinals around his bed and, after the
        fashion of antiquity, delivered to them a stately speech, the apology for his
        pontificate. Even through the rhetoric of his biographer we may see the real
        feeling of the honest ecclesiastic and the mens sibi conscia recti of the
        dying Humanist. He told them he had found the Holy Church rent by war and
        crushed with poverty. He had healed her schisms, paid her debts, won back her
        lost cities and secured them by fortresses. He had made her magnificent with
        splendid buildings, adorned her by the noblest forms of art, and given her
        great store of books and carpets, garments and silver utensils. And he had
        gathered all these treasures, not by greed, simony, or avarice, but rather had
        used a magnanimous liberality in building, in book-collecting, in rewarding
        men of science. All these treasures came from the divine grace of the Creator
        and the continuous peace of the Church.
        
It is perhaps the most characteristic thing in
        Nicholas’s life that this perfectly true eulogy and criticism of his
        pontificate should have been uttered by himself.
        
        
CHAPTER XIII.
        
CALIXTUS III., THE OLD SPANIARD, HIS FAMILY PRIDE AND
        HIS ZEAL AGAINST THE INFIDEL PIUS II, THE CULTURED MAN OF THE WORLD WHO DIED A
        CRUSADER. PAUL II. THE SPLENDOR-LOVING VENETIAN NEPOT.
        
        
AT the death of Nicholas at least two of the prominent
        candidates, Domenico Capranica and Bessarion, the
        learned Greek convert, were distinguished Humanists. But the rhythm of the
        Papacy prevailed. The Spaniard, Alfonso Borgia, seventy-seven years old, a
        learned canonist, took the title of Calixtus III; and the Vatican became at
        once the hospital of an infirm old man, filled, as in Eugenius’s days, with
        monks. Two interests roused the Pope from the weakness of age, the love of his
        nephews and his zeal for the Turkish war.
        
Two of his sisters’ sons, one only twenty-two years
        old, were made cardinals, against the protest of the best of the College; a
        third became standard-bearer of the Church, Duke of Spoleto, Regent of
        Terracina, and was loaded with riches. A host of Spanish poor relations and
        hungry adventurers flocked to Rome and filled the streets with Spanish dress
        and speech. The police courts fell into their hands, and the swaggering
        adherents of the Bullshead (the weapon of the
        Borgias) terrorized the citizens and made the name of the Catalans hated. One
        of these lusty young voluptuaries thus foisted into the highest offices of the
        Church was to become Alexander VI and the father of Caesar Borgia.
        
Into the Turkish war the old man flung himself with
        the passionate zeal of a Spaniard. The two hundred thousand florins left in the
        treasury were expended on a fleet. To add to this sum he sold the jewels and
        vessels of the Church, and even ordered the silver clasps to be taken from
        Nicholas’s books and sent to the melting-pot. Many of the precious Greek manuscripts
        he gave to a philistine cardinal, whose household lost or destroyed them. By
        his orders every church bell in Europe rang three times a day, and a swarm of
        barefoot monks spread everywhere, calling on all Christians to take the Cross.
        But the defeat of Mohammed at Belgrade in 1456 by the Regent of Hungary
        relieved the immediate pressure of danger, and Calixtus had small satisfaction
        of his crusade, except to know that his squadron of sixteen triremes was afloat
        and ready. Then the hand of death came upon him, and he died at eighty, after a
        pontificate of three years (August, 1458).
        
The Cardinal Enea Sylvio Piccolimini was elected,
        and took the title of Pius II. He was the son of a Sienese nobleman who had
        been educated in the High School of Siena and under Francesco Filelfo at Florence. He began his career as a prelate’s
        secretary at the age of twenty-seven in the service of Cardinal Capranica, one of the leaders of the anti-papal party of
        the Council of Basle, from which he passed in quick succession to the
        households of several other prelates. At the age of thirty he found himself, in
        company with Tommaso of Sarzana (Nicholas V), in the
        service of Cardinal Albergati. He travelled on several
        diplomatic missions, and finally, after the split of the Council at Basle,
        became a secretary in the Curia of the Antipope, Felix V (1440). In 1442 the
        clever arrangement and neat style of a letter from Felix to the German King attracted
        the attention of a German prelate, and finding that its author was present
        with the embassy, he urged the King to offer him a position as royal secretary.
        Aenea was rejoiced, because he had regarded with dismay the increasing poverty
        of the Antipope, who was saved from simony because no one would buy his Church
        appointments. And besides, he reflected with apprehension that if Eugenius won
        in the schism his career was ruined. The service of neutral Germany seemed to
        him, as he wrote to a friend, secure for the present and most promising for the
        future.
        
He commended himself to his new master, and it was
        only a short time before he became one of the four deputies of the King to a
        Council of representatives of the German priests and bishops to discuss the
        schism. A double embassy carried their conclusions to the Council at Basle and
        to Eugenius IV. at Rome. Aenea Sylvio was the
        ambassador of the second message. He used the audience with the Pope to make
        his own peace, and became a secret tool of Papal politics to return the German
        Church to obedience. In the Papal court he met his old comrade, Tommaso of Sarzana, who at first refused his hand, and, even when
        informed of Aenea’s secret conversion, would have
        little to do with him. It was not long after the secretary’s return that the
        King sold his obedience in a secret agreement for two hundred and twenty-one
        thousand ducats. In the spring of 1446 the German princes despatched an embassy to the Pope to insist upon the rights of the German bishops.
        Frederick asked that one of the Papal embassy then with him should return at
        once to Rome. And the Bishop of Bologna, once Tommaso of Sarzana,
        started. Hard on his heels the King sent also his secretary, Aenea Sylvio. The two had a miserable time crossing the
        Carinthian Alps, for the torrents had destroyed the bridges; and once, when
        they were eating together at a little inn, the Bishop is said to have jokingly
        urged the secretary to order something else, with the words, “Why should we be
        economical, since we are both to become Popes?” One other long journey across the
        Alps they made, not together, for untimely sickness, first of one and :hen of
        the other, separated them; and then, their work being done, and Germany in
        obedience, they received their reward the Bishop of Bologna a cardinal’s hat; Aenea Sylvio the promise of the Bishopric of Trieste as
        soon as its sickly incumbent had finished dying. Henceforth his rise was rapid,
        although not as rapid as his old acquaintance, Tommaso, who in one year became
        bishop, cardinal, and Pope; for it took him eleven years to make the same
        career.
        
Pius’s past embarrassed him when he ascended the Papal
        throne, not simply because he had been the secretary of an Antipope, but also
        because he had lived so openly the life of a man of the world that his literary
        fame was largely based on a highly colored novel and a series of letters
        describing his social experiences in a style more interesting than edifying. He
        issued a retraction, in which he confessed his sins and compared himself to
        Paul and Augustine. He never had a trace of the persecuting bitterness or
        missionary zeal of the Apostle, or one flame of the mighty passion of Augustine
        either for sin or righteousness. But his confession and repentance seem to have
        been honest. From the time when he received ordination at forty, an age shown
        by experience to be more apt for moral breakdown than for moral reform, he
        began to purge and live cleanly. And there are plain evidences that, as this
        literary adventurer began to make his career, he was sobered and rendered
        thoughtful by the responsibilities of his position.
        
When this wandering secretary, who made his living by
        being a rhetorician and stylist, mounted the Papal throne, what a thrill must
        have spread through all the hungry Humanists of every court, whose ambitions
        had previously been bounded by the chance of some little bishopric! Nicholas V.
        had, after all, been only an adopted son of Humanism. He had made his doctor’s
        degree in theology. But if Pius set an enormous reward on a lost manuscript,
        everyone thought it would be, not a Hebrew Gospel, but the vanished Livy. They
        were mistaken. He had risen, to use the phrase of Tacitus, quod par negoties neque supra erat. But it was evident that he felt some measure of
        the truth behind his rhetoric when, in an oration over the coffin of the Doge
        of Venice, he once said : “The divine gift of ruling cannot be learned from the
        philosophers. It is only to be found in those depths of the soul into which man
        does not descend without God.”
        
With the exception of Filelfo,
        most of the Humanists he had known in his youth were dead, and his old teacher
        made himself impossible by his greediness for favors. After all, Pius was
        rather a writer and speaker than a scholar. It was his own saying that poets
        and orators must be extraordinary or they are worth nothing, and he did not
        relish opening the crib for every limping Pegasus. He seemed to be aware that
        his own good wine needed no bush. A confidence not disappointed; for his
        writings are perhaps more read and quoted than any of his generation. He was a
        patron of the arts, and his court was visited by copyists, miniature-painters,
        goldsmiths, painters, and architects. His birthplace of Corsignano he called Pienza and decorated with a cathedral and
        stately palace, strangely out of proportion to the little town of a thousand
        inhabitants. But a cry of disappointment went up when it was seen that Pius was
        to imitate Nicholas only in his love of peace, and, while he banished the monks
        of Calixtus, was to inherit his zeal for the crusade. The old Filelfo voiced the feelings of the Humanists when, having
        insulted the Pope during life in a most false and scandalous anonymous
        invective, he wrote at his death a Gratulatio de Morte Pius II, which held him up to view as an
        ungrateful and envious foe of poets and scholars.
        
Scarcely was Pius consecrated when he announced the
        plan of a Peace Congress of all Christian princes. But it met with little
        success, and meantime the victorious arms of Mohammed, recovering from the
        check at Belgrade, were pushed forward up the Danube and along the coasts of
        the Mediterranean. The Hungarians, the bulwark of Christendom by land, as
        Venice and Genoa were by sea, were weakened by war with the Emperor. The
        efforts of Pius’s ambassador, Cardinal Carvajal, brought peace, and finally, in
        1463, roused Venice and Hungary to the attack. But the allies engaged to their
        support did not appear in arms, and the zeal of the Doge began to cool. Pius
        himself took the Cross, and, sick unto death, was carried in boat and litter
        across Italy to the seaport of Ancona. The journey took a month, and before he
        reached the goal he found the roads crowded with volunteers from all parts of
        Europe, undisciplined and unarmed, often starving and desperate. This wild
        mass, finding no ships or organization at Ancona, slowly dispersed, to every
        one’s relief. At last, nearly a month late, the Venetian sails hove in sight.
        The Pope watched them from his window, but in the morning he was too ill to see
        the Doge, and the next day he died. The crusade died with him. A medal shows
        the Pope seated in the bow of a ship, holding in one hand the standard of the
        Cross, and raising the other in prayer. The inscription runs,  Let God
        arise, and let his enemies be scattered. The Image has impressed itself on the
        memory and imagination of men, and has linked together Urban the inspirer and
        Pius the martyr of the War of the Cross against the Crescent.
        
But it was a different age from the days of Urban.
        Europe was incapable of large united action. The feudal system was dying, and
        the throes of its agony filled the world with misery and disaster. It was only
        as against foes who spoke another tongue that the sense of nationality was
        strong, and every land was given up to strife which to the common sense of the
        time did not appear civil, but only the natural defence of inherited rights. No sooner was the Hundred Years’ War of France and England
        ended, in 1453, than the French Crow and its great vassals began a civil
        struggle, while in England the houses of York and Lancaster flew at each other’s
        throats. Meantime, Aragon and Castile were fighting in Spain, and the German
        cities and princes were plunging into ceaseless feuds that wasted the strength
        of the Empire for nothing. Not even the fear and hatred of the Turk could bring
        Europe to concord. The jealousies of factions enabled him to gain a foothold in
        Europe, even as the jealousy of nations now permits him to sterilize his
        dominions with a feeble tyranny. Hungary, Poland, Genoa, and Venice held him at
        bay. Had they been backed by a small part of the men-at-arms of France, the
        bowmen of England, the landsknechts of Germany, the burghers of Flanders and
        Switzerland, and the money of Italy, he would soon have been sent back whence
        he came.
        
It was a subtle and real prophecy of the dark days
        when Italy was to be trampled by the feet of foreign armies, making her riches
        and beauty the prize of war, that, of nineteen cardinals assembled for an
        election, six were Frenchmen and six Spaniards. The Italian party was strong,
        and the Cardinal of San Marco, Pietro Barbo, was
        elected at the first ballot. Nicholas and Pius had been “new men” who, having
        chosen to serve the Church, had risen without the aid of family connection, by
        sheer force of ability. But Pietro Barbo was one of
        the many nephews of a Pope who attained to the tiara. He was the son of the
        sister of Eugenius IV, and, following the custom of the sons of the merchant
        nobles of Venice, was in readiness to embark for a trading voyage to the East,
        when, at the age of thirteen, he heard of the election of his uncle to the
        Papacy. He at once went to him in Ferrara, studied, took holy orders, and at
        the age of twenty-two became a cardinal. He was a man of very moderate
        intellectual abilities, but inherited the dignified bearing and personal beauty
        of his family. So entirely conscious was he of his advantages in this respect
        that nothing but the protest of the cardinals prevented him from taking the
        name of Formosus and induced him to finally adopt the title of Paul II. Both
        before and after election he signed the new capitulation, in which the
        cardinals renewed their constant attempt to make the Church an oligarchy
        instead of a monarchy. By this agreement the Pope was pledged to carry on the
        war against the Turk, to reform the Curia, to call a Council in three years, to
        restrict the College to twenty-four members, to name none under thirty years
        old, none untrained in theology or jurisprudence, and not more than one of his
        own relatives. The agreement disappeared after Paul’s coronation. Instead of it
        he presented a new agreement in conclave, covered it with his hand, and bade
        the cardinals sign. Only one refused, the old Carvajal, though Bessarion made a
        long resistance.
        
The successor of Pius and Nicholas was not without
        some pretensions as a patron of art, but on very different ground. His taste
        was rather that of the noble Venetian merchant whose family had acquired in the
        Oriental trade the love of plate, silks, and jewels. He had a new tiara made
        with two hundred thousand florins’ worth of precious stones in it, and was fond
        of displaying a superb emerald on his finger. He found a good opportunity of
        increasing his collections in the death of Scarampo,
        the executioner of Vitelleschi, who had succeeded him
        as commissioned Judge Lynch in the Papal States. Eugenius had rewarded the
        ruthless peacemaker with a cardinal’s hat by the same creation which gave it to
        his nephew, and the two had hated each other ever since. When the Cardinal
        died, leaving to his nephews a treasure specially rich in plate and jewels, his
        old enemy, now Pope, reversed the will and confiscated the estate; and all Rome
        rejoiced at this posthumous plundering of the great plunderer.
        
The Pope was as generous as he was splendor- loving.
        He presented his cardinals with purple mantles and scarlet saddle-cloths,
        insured each one whose income fell below four thousand gold florins an addition
        of one hundred florins a month, gave great feasts to the city officers, and
        strange carnival sports’ races of buffaloes, asses, old men, and Jews to the
        people. In fact, except that he held himself aloof from foreign politics and
        cared nothing for the game of diplomacy, his court differed little from that of
        any other rich prince of his time who understood the art of enjoying life and
        keeping his people content by flattery and justice. He regulated the misuse of
        ecclesiastical funds and stopped a good deal of indirect bribery and simony. He
        made an earnest effort to check the incessant murders which arose from the
        vendetta or custom of the avenger of blood-feuds bitter and more constant than
        the old family quarrels of Kentucky. He tried to regulate taxes, and destroyed
        the robber nest of Count Eversus, bandit and counterfeiter,
        who had long terrorized a part of the patrimonium. It
        was as a matter of practical politics that he came into conflict with the
        Humanists of the court and city. The College of Abbreviators (cabinet secretaries
        of the Papacy) had been filled by Nicholas with his friends. And as the easily
        triumphant candidate of the aristocratic ecclesiastical party, himself a nepot and supported by the younger and more splendor-loving
        of the cardinals, Paul had no intention of continuing to pay salaries to
        seventy Humanists whom he regarded as learned fossils wasting the patronage he
        wished to divide among those who had been useful to him.
        
The displaced, losing the comfortable positions they
        had expected to hold for life, raised a great outcry, but made little by it.
        And when their leader, Platina, sent a letter to the Pope, threatening to appeal
        to a Council, he was cast into a hard imprisonment that soon brought him to his
        knees.
        
It was similar practical politics that led Paul to
        suspend the Roman Academy. The younger poets and scholars were formed into an
        Academy whose members took Greek and Roman names and celebrated the birthdays
        of Rome and Romulus; at which ceremonies Professor Pomponius Leto was Pontifex
        Maximus. But Paul was mindful of Stefano Porcari,
        with his dangerous enthusiasm for the liberty and glory of antiquity, and his
        police suddenly swooped down upon the Academy and lodged twenty members in
        jail. Some of them paid on the rack for their meetings; but even the torture
        disclosed nothing more serious than the boasting of a drunkard. An accusation
        of heresy was not pressed very hard, and in the end Pomponius resumed his
        lectures, and the accused heretic became librarian of the Vatican and
        historiographer of the Popes.
        
While the Pope thus absorbed himself in ruling and
        enjoying Rome, the Turk was conquering. The fall of Negroponte woke Italy to a
        pressing danger, and united the five great powers, Venice, Naples, Florence,
        Milan, and the Pope, in a league against the common foe of Christendom. The
        signing of the league was among the last things Paul did. Toward the end of
        July, 1471, he took supper in the garden by his titular church. In the morning
        they found him dead in his bed. He had given the red hat to three of his
        nephews, but he gave none of them an influence or duty in the government
        greater than his abilities warranted; for Paul was a ruler who needed no
        favorites and suffered no counsellors.
        
        
CHAPTER XIV.
        
THE NEW LEARNING CROSSES THE ALPS. ITS SPREAD IN
        FRANCE. THE FORERUNNERS OF GERMAN HUMANISM.
        
        
DURING this generation (1440-71), in which Humanism
        had furnished two Popes and become the ruling spirit of Italian society, it was
        making the first faulty visible beginnings of spreading beyond the Alps; but
        not deliberately, for Humanism showed at first a very provincial spirit, and
        nothing could exceed the scorn with which the Italian man of letters spoke of
        all the other nations of the world except his own. Petrarch displayed, when he
        went to Cologne, a naive astonishment at finding “a well- built city, good
        manners, dignified men, and beautiful and pure women”. Paris was a centre of classic learning, where lectures were given on
        the Latin poets; a city of bibliophiles, which Richard of Bury (born 1281)
        named the “Paradise of the World” because of its rich book market; but Petrarch
        called Frenchmen a nation of barbarians, and said one must not look for orators
        or poets outside of Italy. Boccaccio called the Spaniards half-barbarians, Poggio could not endure the manners of the Londoners, and
        wrote sarcastic letters on the intolerable length of their feasts, at which he
        could only keep awake by going out and dashing cold water on his eyes. In the
        same spirit, Aenea Sylvio, during the days of his
        German secretaryship, made merry over the gluttony and drunkenness of the
        Germans, who had no intellectual life. He caricatured the nation in the person
        of a certain count who had his boys waked in the middle of the night and poured
        wine down their throats because they must be thirsty ; and when it made them
        sick fell into a passion and accused his wife of infidelity. But the New
        Learning which these scornful writers so brilliantly advanced and defended
        began almost immediately to spread among the transalpine peoples they despised.
        
The first faint beginnings of this spread of the New
        Learning were perceived in France, which had preserved a stronger intellectual
        life than any other nation except Italy. Scarcely was Petrarch dead before the
        stirrings of the movement of which he was the apostle began to appear in the
        land on whose borders he had spent so much of his life. Jean de Montreuil
        (1354-1418), whose learning and Latin style raised him to the position of
        Chancellor of Charles VI, was a great reader and admirer of Petrarch. He found
        a living model and teacher in Salutato. Jean styled
        him the “Father of Latin Eloquence”, maintained a correspondence with him, and
        expressed his admiration by sending presents to his wife showing the skill of
        French workmen in the fine arts. His great friend was Nicholas of Clemanges, who formed his swinging Latin style on Cicero
        and Quintilian so successfully that the Italians wondered to find a Frenchman
        so accomplished in eloquence and poetry. He was Papal secretary during the
        years of the schism, and when he lost that position lived from the income of
        Church benefices. In the later years of his life he lectured on theology and
        eloquence in Paris. Neither of these men knew Greek, nor did any Frenchman
        among their contemporaries. And it was not until 1430, probably after the death
        of both, that we find the first notice of the study of that tongue at Paris,
        the record of a small salary paid to certain masters who taught Greek and Hebrew.
        This first beginning seems to have come to nothing, and it was 1456 before an
        Italian who had been in Greece was installed as teacher of rhetoric and the
        Greek tongue. The study does not seem to have amounted to very much, for a
        whole generation later we are told by the most competent of judges that the
        instruction in Greek was imperfect and unsatisfactory. But the impulse which
        found expression in such men as Jean of Montreuil and Nicholas of Clemanges did not die. In the face of the Sorbonne, the centre of traditional learning and reactionary orthodoxy,
        there flourished at Paris a little coterie of lovers and promoters of the New
        Learning.
        
During these thirty years (1440-71) a generation of
        German-speaking men, whom we may call, for the sake of clearness, the Forerunners
          of German Humanism, must have been doing a quiet but mighty work of
        preparation in their native land. At the end of the period (1471), when they
        were dead or growing old, Humanism was still an exotic in Germany. But by their
        labors the soil had been so well prepared that before another generation had
        passed, their successors, the Older German Humanists, were confessedly able to
        wrest the palm of scholarship from Italy and carry it to the North.
        
The exact methods of this preparation would be hard to
        trace and tedious to describe in detail. It is better to suggest by a few
        striking examples the processes by which the New Learning began to establish
        itself in Germany.
        
At the beginning of the fifteenth century the unity of
        Europe was broken. The national sentiment had everywhere rejected the old idea
        of the organization of Christendom into one great civil institution. Before the
        middle of the century the strength of this sentiment was demonstrated. The
        party of Conciliar Reform used it at Constance to defeat the Papalists by the
        plan of voting, not as a whole, but in nations. And the Papalists in turn skilfully used it to defeat the reform of the Curia by the
        granting of national concordats. It was made absolutely plain by the supineness
        with which Europe allowed Constantinople to fall before the Turk.
        
But in spite of this change, three agencies operated
        mightily to preserve a sort of unity of Christendom. The Holy Roman Empire had
        broken down. Sigismund was only in name the head of Europe. But the institution
        which had been incorporated into the creation of Charles the Great, the Holy
        Church Catholic and Roman, survived. In the beginning of the fifteenth century,
        corrupted as it was, weakened by a hundred years of misrule, and shattered by
        the conflict of two colleges of cardinals for its leadership, it still kept
        intact its hierarchical organization and a sense of unity. It was only by
        virtue of his title of Defender of the Church that Sigismund could
        appear at Constance presiding over the nations. In such assemblies Humanism
        began to spread by contagion, and German prelates who had met the young
        Humanistic secretaries of their Italian brothers, or been impressed at some
        banquet by the elegance of their Latin citations, acquired a taste for the new
        letters. This influence first appears plainly in the Council of Basle. The
        Cardinal Cesarini, one of the noblest men of the
        times and president of the Council, was a distinguished representative of the
        New Learning. His graceful speaking and good style came out of the study of
        Cicero, Augustine, and Lactantius. The same strain of
        the eloquence of antiquity appeared in the speeches of some of the scholars of Vittorino da Feltre. Traversari of Florence broke down, indeed, in his first speech, and had to pull his
        manuscript out of his long sleeves; but he got himself in hand later, and even
        sprinkled his speeches with quotations in Greek. The bitterest ecclesiastical
        politician, who had no understanding whatever of the breadth and purity of Cesarini’s love for the Church, was impressed by the
        strength of his style of speaking. And the most zealous monk saw a certain
        usefulness in Greek, after all, when Traversari used
        it in defence of Papal authority. That the good old
        Bishop of Chiemsee should be impressed with Aenea Sylvio’s style, and advise the King to give him a place- as
        secretary, is not surprising. And it followed as a matter of course that the
        brilliant Italian became the centre of a little
        circle of German imitators.
        
This coterie met strong opposition. The works of Aenea
        and Poggio and the rest which found the quickest
        circulation were those in which the new style was devoted to the service of the
        goddess of lubricity. And the conservatives at once began to attack poetry as
        the servant of vice, and good Latin as the sure mark of a desire to exchange
        honest old German manners and morals for Italian falseness and wickedness. Aenea
        was not slow to answer “the asses who thought little of poetry, the oxen who despised
        the Muses, the swine who turned their backs on the Humanities”. And it did not
        take much such fighting to show some defenders of righteousness that they must
        have as good weapons as their opponents, or lose. And so there arose a curious
        relation, half fascination and half repulsion, between the Humanists of Italy
        and this generation which we have called the Forerunners of German Humanism.
        It cannot be better shown than in the story of the acquaintance of Gregor von Heimburg and Aenea Sylvio.
        
Gregor was at the Council of Basle as a young doctor
        of canon law. He was called in 1435 to the service of the city of Nuremberg,
        and remained a servant of princes and cities until his death in 1472. He became
        a great patron of classic learning, and delivered an oration in the castle at
        Vienna on the Study of the Humanities. A circle of learned friends
        gathered around him, clergymen and jurists. Aenea Sylvio,
        then Bishop of Trieste, addressed him in a letter as one who had brought Latium
        to Germany, even as of old Greece had been brought to Latium. But Gregor had a
        rough straightforwardness of speech, a sturdy faithfulness of opinion, that,
        in spite of this flattery, brought him into deadly conflict with his old friend
        the Italian. It was in 1459, when Aenea was presiding as Pius II. over the
        Peace Congress at Mantua, that Gregor was presented as the representative of
        several German princes. His first appearance at the Papal reception was
        surprising, for he failed to remove his hat, and his speech was filled with
        ill-concealed sarcasms against the finished style of the Pope, who knew so well
        how to express the changes of opinions through which he had passed in a career
        now so brilliantly crowned. At the close of his address, in which he carelessly
        showed the curialists by his learned allusions how
        rhetorically he might have spoken had he not chosen the blunt speech that was
        not of king’s courts, but of loyal hearts, he excused himself for not removing
        his hat. He had catarrh and wanted to keep his voice from getting husky. And
        this German who could be classic, but chose to be barbarous, became the leader
        of the opposition which made Pius’s plans for enlisting the Congress in the
        crusade a failure. The next year, when Gregor, in the name of his master, the
        Duke of Austria, fastened on the doors of the chief churches of North Italy an
        appeal from the Pope to a General Council, Pius promptly excommunicated him. He
        found shelter in the service of several German princes, like himself in
        rebellion against the head of the Church, but it was not till after Pius’s
        death that the ban was removed. This experience was the cause and result of a
        reaction in Gregor against Humanistic rhetoric. The best sign of a noble
        spirit, he said, is not to make the style of this or that author our own, but
        rather, as the fruit of our study of them, to develop our own individual
        talent. The bee who collects honey is not a good model for the orator. Rather,
        like the silkworm, which spins silk out of its vitals, he must be able to make
        speech out of himself. Besides the Church another great agency was still active
        to preserve the unity of Europe. Money knows no country and trade no
        boundaries, and by them the nations were drawn together in a sort of commercial
        confederation. Florence had been for years the centre of European finance, and Venice the great market where Europe and Asia
        exchanged products. But the free cities of the North had already gained riches
        and skill in commerce ; and in particular Augsburg, the centre of trade between Italy and Germany, was rapidly acquiring the wealth and
        culture which made the daughters of its patricians matches for princes. The
        greatest family of their prince merchants, the Fuggers,
        had laid, by commerce and mining, the foundations of that fortune which made
        them the Rothschilds of their age. The exigencies of this commerce led the
        merchants to the South. So Sigismund Gossembrot, a
        rich patrician of Augsburg, brought back a taste for classic literature, and,
        like his fellow-townsman, the leading physician, Hermann Schedel,
        gathered a library and patronized the arts. Gossembrot sent his two sons to the school of Guarino, that they might learn the
        Humanities. But such a taste for foreign rationalism did not remain unrebuked.
        Conrad Saldner, for twenty-five years professor of
        theology at the University of Vienna, became involved in public correspondence
        with Gossembrot, reproaching him with neglecting the
        learned men of Germany to honor a lot of half-baked poets who knew nothing of
        the good old seven liberal arts. “Who are Bruni, Vergerio, Barbaro, Valla, Poggio?” he
        asked. “I never heard of one of them, except Poggio,
        and I never heard anything that was good of him.” As for Guarino, whom Gossembrot hailed as a man raised up of God, the old
        theologian gave his solemn word that he had never heard the name mentioned in
        Austria, Swabia, Bavaria, Hungary, or Bohemia. But even the bitter truth in Saldner’s reproaches against the poets  could not prevail before the New Learning.
        Honest old Mrs. Partington and her broom have always been helpless against the
        tide. Italian letters and art began to become the mode in Germany. And so it
        was that the Pfalzgraf Frederick, a just and generous
        prince, having married Clara Dettin, the daughter of
        an Augsburg patrician, made his court a home of the Muses, and as the liberal
        patron of the University of Heidelberg was soon to do much for the spread of
        the New Learning.
        
In one marked particular trade made a free circuit
        from North to South. But this time Germany sent out the current. In the early
        sixties two workmen from the shop of Faust and Schoeffer in Mayence carried their hand-press to Italy to seek
        their fortune. They found a patron in Torquemada, the learned Spaniard, then
        abbot of one of the monasteries of the little mountain town of Subiaco, near
        Rome, where they issued the first book printed south of the Alps the Latin
        grammar of Donatus. The new invention met with scant favor at first from the
        wealthy connoisseurs, to whom a printed book seemed to exhale that odor of
        Philistinism which still hangs faintly around the type-written letter. And so
        the first adventurers of the press made no fortunes; they only unlocked the
        treasures of learning for the common people and helped to give arms against
        tyrants to every friend of truth and liberty in Europe.
        
But Germany was not only a part of the invisible
        monarchy, the Church, and united by her merchants to the confederacy of
        commerce. She was also by her universities a member of the republic of letters.
        The universities of the middle ages formed one body, speaking one language, for
        all lectures were given and all these written in Latin. Students passed freely
        from one to the other, and nothing could, therefore, influence the universities
        of one land without in time influencing those of other lands. The new spirit
        and method of study were carried from Italy to Germany, just as the new method
        of German criticism in this century was brought from Germany to England and America,
        by the students and younger professors. So when Peter Luder,
        a wandering scholar, a bemoostes Haupt, who had been
        a long time acquiring a somewhat mythical degree from some university whose
        name was not mentioned, drifted back from Italy to Heidelberg in 1456, he found
        things partly leady for him. It was not so much that the Faculty of Arts had
        just purchased fifty-six volumes of Latin classics and the works of Petrarch as
        that the students had an inkling of some new method in the air of learning. The
        professors would not give the disreputable-looking man, whose antecedents were
        unknown, any recognition. But the Pfalzgraf granted
        him a small pension and the right to lecture on the Humanities. Nobody came to
        his course on Seneca. And so he struck another note. One side of the writing of
        the Humanists, the pagan feeling that whatever pleases is permitted, was no new
        thing. It belongs to human nature, and the rediscovery of classic literature
        only gave it free rein. It had found expression already in poems which, though
        written years before the birth of Petrarch, “foreshadowed the mental and moral
        attitude which Europe was destined to assume when Italy through Humanism gave
        its tone to the Renascence”. These were the songs of the wandering scholars,
        some of whose lineal descendants, more decently phrased, are still to be found
        in the German Commercebücher. The spirit of Horace
        and Ovid had long ruled among their lyrics, and when Luder announced a course on Ovid’s  Art of
          Love  he found hearers. It is little
        to be wondered at, however, that the faculty turned the cold shoulder on so
        scandalous a colleague, and after borrowing from everybody who would lend him a
        couple of florins, the poor apostle of poetry wandered off to other
        universities, turning up successively at Erfurt, Leipzig, Padua, and Basle. It
        was at Leipzig that he seems to have had the most success. For, though in his
        introduction to the course of three lessons that was to free his hearers from kitchen
        Latin he put an accusative instead of a dative, a band of young never-do-weels with tastes for the New Learning gathered round him
        half in joke. Among them was Hartmann Schedel, nephew
        of the learned physician of Augsburg.
        
But of course such vagabonds of Humanism as Luder were only signs, not causes, of the times. And a
        movement whose sources are too deep to be traced was stirring in German
        education. In sixty years, from 1348 to 1409, German states and cities had
        founded seven universities. A century later a similar movement began, in 1456,
        that founded eight new universities in twenty years. Still more remarkable was
        the activity in the founding and development of city schools, which began in
        the middle of the century, until Schlettstadt,
        Deventer, Munster, Emmerich, Alkmaar, Zwolle, had flourishing high schools.
        The two largest of these were Schlettstadt and
        Deventer, one in the southern Rhine country and the other in the lowlands; for
        the stream of learning seems to have followed that river from the Alps to its
        mouth. Under Hegius, Deventer rose to two thousand
        scholars. The first master of Schlettstadt, which
        increased to nine hundred scholars, was Ludwig Dringenberg,
        an old-fashioned Latinist, capable of breaking several rules of syntax in a single
        line, but a hard-working teacher with the knack of making his scholars love
        learning, and withal a conservative with an open mind. A man of piety as well
        as wit, he took alarm, perhaps at such phenomena of the spirit of the times as Luder’ s lectures on the Art of Love, and
        proposed to abandon letters as unholy and enter a convent. He wrote to Gossembrot, the learned Augsburg merchant, about it, and
        was won by the answer to work for a quarter of a century more, until his death.
        It was among the boys of such new schools that the New Learning found its
        adherents.
        
This influence of the breath of a new spirit, whose
        stirrings were faintly felt to the remotest confines of the European republic
        of learning, can be seen in two churchmen of similar name and not dissimilar
        character and labors, Johann Wessel (about 1420-89) and Johann of Wesel (year
        of birth unknown, died an old man in 1481). Johann Wessel was educated at the
        city school of Zwolle, where as a poor scholar he probably received the care of
        the inmates of the neighboring convent of the Brothers of the Common Life.1 He
        entered the University of Cologne, where he found some monks who had fled from
        Greece before the Turk. From them he took private lessons in Greek, and,
        probably from learned Jews, lessons in Hebrew. From Cologne he went to Paris, where
        he stayed some sixteen years without official position, but regarded as one of
        the ornaments of the University. He entered into correspondence with Cardinal
        Bessarion, and visited Rome in 1471. Sixtus IV, whom
        he had known in France as cardinal, is said to have told him to ask any favor
        he would. To the surprise of the court, he asked, not a bishopric or other
        office, but a manuscript of the Greek and Hebrew Scriptures from the Vatican
        library. For Wessel cared more for the Bible than for anything else in the world,
        and declared that the Gospel was the source of religion and theology. It was
        this desire to return to the historical origins of Christianity, which he had
        gained from Humanism, joined to a sense of the value of the individual soul,
        doubtless strengthened by his boyish intimacy with the Brothers of the Common
        Life at Zwolle, which suggested his criticism not only of the abuses of the
        Church, but of the prevalent ideas of religion. His writings maintain that
        religion consists, not in outward ceremonies, but in faith. He emphasized the
        inward marks of membership in the true Church of God, the desire for holiness,
        love to one’s neighbor, obedience to Christ. For the Church, like religion,
        rests on the Gospel, and therefore both Pope and Council can err. Only as the
        Pope teaches and commends the truth and law of the Gospel is he to be obeyed.
        For, after all, he is only the defender of order. In matters of faith he has no
        authority. These ideas, which he had doubtless been communicating orally during
        the thirty years of his brilliant academic life, he committed to writing during
        his last ten years, which he spent in retirement at his native place. The
        writings were passed around among the large circle of friends, admirers, and
        scholars with whom he stood in correspondence. Such a private circulation
        aroused no special hostility on the part of the orthodox party, who read
        little, and it was not till after his death that his tractate against absolution
        and indulgences was attacked as heretical.
        
Very different was the fate of Johann of Wesel, who
        first appears (1445-56) as a professor of philosophy and theology at the
        University of Erfurt, where his influence was so great that fifty years later
        young Martin Luther wrote that he found his ideas and writings still ruling the
        University. While in this position he wrote, among other things, a tractate
        against indulgences, which seems to have excited little attention at the time.
        He was called in 1460 to become preacher in a city of the Upper Rhine, and there
        his views, similar to those of Wessel, began to make trouble for him. The words
        of the preacher were heard by those who read little, and his nervous phrases,
        meant for the common people, made his meaning plain and offensive to the
        dullest and most jealous supporter of things as they were or ideas as they had
        been. It was a scandal to the orthodox when he said, for instance, in preaching
        against putting undue confidence in outward ceremonies, that “if Peter advised
        fasting, he only did it to help the sale of his fish”, or that “consecrated oil
        [used in the unction of the dying] is no better than the oil one eats at the
        table.” So it came to pass that in 1479 he was called before an ecclesiastical
        court to answer a charge of heresy. He appeared leaning on a staff and
        supported by two monks. He stood manfully at first, asserting that “if everyone
        should fall away from Christ, I alone will honor Christ and be a Christian”;
        but in the end he confessed his errors, submitted to the judgment of the
        Church, and asked for mercy. Two years afterward he died in prison. Forty years
        later a court met within a few miles of the same place, and the refusal of
        another professor to recant his errors began in Europe a hundred years of
        religious war.
        
Thus through trade, the Church, and the institutions
        of learning those first influences of Humanism came in by which Germany was
        being prepared for the rapid growth of the next thirty years. These agencies
        were of course at work in other lands; but in all those matters Germany had
        especially intimate relations with Italy. Her people were converted late in
        European history by Papal missionaries, and her metropolitans were canonically
        dependent on the Pope. Her emperors were kings of Rome, and when crowned at
        Aachen were expected to go to Italy to receive two more crowns. Over the
        Brenner Pass across Tyrol poured the steady stream of an old-established
        traffic between the free cities of North and South. And yet there is another
        reason which can be imagined for the rapid assimilation of Humanism by Germany
        and the quick moulding of the new impulse into a new
        German Humanism with an original national genius. The Germans, with all their
        love of home, have always been ready to seek and to use foreign things. They
        have never been seamen and so they have not been given, like the French, Spaniards,
        and English, to exploration; but they are the greatest travellers in Europe. More Germans visit
        
Switzerland and Rome than any other people, and the
        increase of travel promises to make them in a short time the most numerous
        foreign visitors to Paris. This pleasure of travel finds expression in the
        folk-songs that voice the energy, curiosity, and poetic feeling which make the
        Wanderlust. And it may be that the creation by German speech of this unique
        word gives the key to the rapid assimilation of Italian Humanism by the German
        race.
        
        
        
CHAPTER XV.
        
THE MAN OF THE RENASCENCE ON THE THRONE OF ST. PETER.
        SIXTUS IV, THE TERRIBLE.
        
        
AT the death of Paul II. a new generation of Popes
        began. Christendom had been reunited at the death-bed of Eugenius, and the
        policy of his successors had moved within certain fixed limits. Nicholas, the
        doctor of theology, who loved literature and the arts, Calixtus, the friend of
        the monks, Pius, the classical secretary and accomplished diplomat, had agreed
        in limiting the activities of their pontificates within ecclesiastical lines;
        for their crusading zeal belonged to the duties which for generations men had
        assigned to the Papacy.
        
Paul II, the splendor-loving nepot,
        though a transition character, resembled the generation he closed in that his
        interest in material things was confined to the patrimonium.
        He displayed little thought of gaining new cities or territories, and kept
        aloof from all ambitious mingling in the politics of Italy or the diplomacy of
        Europe. But these four were succeeded by a line of Pontiffs who involved the
        Church in foreign politics and brought on the closing catastrophy of the Renascence Papacy, the sack of Rome by the Lutheran army of an orthodox
        Catholic emperor.
        
These seven men are perhaps more visibly the product
        of their times than the wearers of the tiara of any age of Papal history. In
        spite of their marked individuality, they show an unmistakable community of
        traits. They were completely dominated by the ideals of contemporary Italian
        society; they drew their income as successors of St. Peter; they used the
        stately ceremonials of their office, and believed in the doctrines of the
        Church after their fashion; but their interest centred on their power as Italian princes, and their virtues and vices were those of
        their class. They were men of the Renascence on the throne of the Papacy, and
        the office was to them only a means to accomplish personal ends. Of the seven
        the character of Leo X. was the least incongruous with his title of Vicar of
        Christ, but the epigram of Sarpi upon him is fair: “He
        would have been a perfect Pope if he had combined with his many fine qualities
        some knowledge of the affairs of religion and a greater inclination to piety,
        for neither of which he manifested much concern”.
        
In order to understand the policy of these Popes, or
        do justice to their characters, it is needful to perceive the animating motive
        of their age. It was the passionate desire for a distinction entirely personal.
        We have seen how in the writings of Petrarch the self-consciousness of the
        individual appears. The thirst for distinction became a means and an effect of
        its development, and from the pressure of political and social circumstances,
        the influence of the classic writers, and the process by which every class of
        characters moulded by the spirit of an age tends to
        produce the extremest type possible, a new passion
        was trained on the hearts of men, the modern desire for fame. We do not know
        the names of the architects of the mediaeval cathedrals, and they took no
        precautions against that forgetfulness. When Froissart wrote his account of the
        great knights of his day he addressed it to their peers, and rightly assumed
        their entire indifference to the opinion of the mass of men, peasants and
        burghers. But in Italy, by the second generation of the fifteenth century there
        existed a common desire for admiration which had no reference to tradition, was
        unlimited by class feeling, and appealed to the age and to posterity. Among the
        ancient Romans, where it sought its models, this love of fame had been modified
        by the pressure of a great legal system, working by its own momentum, and the
        presence of institutions too venerable to remain unfelt. Even Julius rejoiced
        that he was a Roman; and the ideal of the judgment-seat of Caesar awed at times
        the worst of the emperors. But the corruption of politics in most of the
        smaller states of Italy had gone so far in the fifteenth century that the very
        idea of the commonwealth was lost, liberty only the war-cry of a faction, and
        law looked on as the will of those in power. Whole sections of the Italian
        people were manifestly incapable of any stable government except tyranny.
        
Amid this environment the love of fame produced
        strange results. In many otherwise noble and gentle natures the sense of duty
        seems to have atrophied, and, as a consequence of the paralysis of conscience,
        the ideal of religion became in many minds divorced from morality in a way difficult
        for us to understand. There arose an ambition which, positing purely personal
        ends, disregarded, apparently without a pang, every question of the right or
        wrong of its means: and this, not under the impulse of passion, but as a calm
        and reasonable assumption. Such an undefined ambition produced among the best
        of the men it dominated a many-sided development of personal skill, a power and
        an independence of character seldom matched. In the worst it bred a shameless
        and bestial egotism.
        
Francesco Sforza, one of the models of Italian
        ambition in the fifteenth century, is also one of its most favorable
        representatives. He was the illegitimate son of that peasant Jacopo Attendolo, nicknamed Sforza, or the Stubborn Fellow, who,
        at twelve years of age, joined a company of free-lances and became the most
        distinguished soldier of the day. The boy was brought up in arms according to
        three precepts : “Let other men’s wives alone; strike none of your followers ;
        never ride a hard-mouthed horse”. At the death of his father, drowned in
        leading his men through a river, Francesco was twenty-three. He called together
        the soldiers, swore them to himself, and with their aid secured the inheritance
        of all his father’s castles. The Queen of Naples took him into service, and in
        twenty-two victorious battles he proved himself the first soldier of Italy. In
        1441 he was leader of the army of Venice against Filippo Maria Visconti, Duke
        of Milan. The Duke’s generals had Sforza penned up in a position where he could
        neither fight nor retreat and ruin seemed near. One night the curtain of his
        tent was raised, and a messenger appeared to offer him the hand of the Duke’s
        daughter. The crafty tyrant feared lest too complete a victory should deliver
        him, helpless, into the power of his own mercenaries. Sforza accepted, and when
        revolution followed the death of Filippo, entered the service of the Republic
        of Milan. For Venice would not consent to recognize the new sister Republic,
        except under hard conditions, and Milan needed soldiers. He won two great
        victories, and then entered into agreement with the Venetians to make peace, on
        condition of their aid in becoming Duke of Milan. The city, divided into bitter
        factions which had been fighting to the death ever since the Republic was
        proclaimed, made no long resistance. Their burghers would not fight, except
        with each other; and though Venice fell away from Sforza and offered help, a
        sudden mob killed the ambassador and opened the gates. In February, 1450, the
        illegitimate son of a peasant became ruler of one of the great states of
        Italy. Pius II. wrote that when Sforza came to the Congress of Princes in
        Mantua, nine years later, he was the most admired man in Italy: “Calm and
        affable in conversation, princely in his whole bearing, with a combination of bodily
        and intellectual gifts unrivalled in our time, unconquered on the battlefield.”
        Such a man, whose power rested on no institutions and recognized no laws, a
        mercenary soldier who had made a brilliant career by strength, skill, and
        unblushing treachery, was for Italy the glass of fashion and the mould of form.
        
When the Conclave met after the death of Paul II, in
        August, 1471, they chose Francesco della Rovere, who took the title of Sixtus IV. He was born of poor parents in 1414, became a Franciscan monk early in
        life, had been professor successively at Bologna, Pavia, Siena, Florence, and
        Perugia, rose to be General of his order in 1464, and by the favor of
        Bessarion, the learned Greek, was made cardinal in 1467.
        
The influence to which he owed his election was made
        plain by the fact that Cardinal Borgia, the nephew of Calixtus III, Orsini, of
        the great Roman family, and Gonzaga, of the noble house of Mantua, were
        promoted and rewarded as soon as he became Pope. But the new Pope kept his best
        rewards, not for the people who made him, but for those he made. At the first
        consistory he began to give red hats to his nephews, six of whom became Princes
        of the Church. The two first in whose favor he broke the Capitulation of the
        Conclave, which all the Popes for forty years had signed and promptly broken,
        were Giuliano Rovere and Pietro Riario.
        Giuliano was already Bishop of Carpentras, and he was
        made in addition Archbishop of Bologna, Bishop of Lausanne, Coutance, Viviers, and Mende, in Savoy and France, and of Ostia
        and Velletri in Italy, Abbot of Nonantola, Grottoferrata, and a few other places. Pietro Riario, also a young man in the twenties, called the son of
        the Pope’s sister, but generally reported to be his own son, was provided for
        even more thoroughly. He lost no time in using his good fortune, plunged into
        every kind of debauchery, and displayed a luxury that made even Rome wonder.
        When the young daughter of the King of Naples came to Rome on her way to her
        husband, the Duke of Ferrara, Pietro received her in his palace. Every wall was
        covered with costly tapestry; nothing but was of gold or silver, silk or satin.
        And the great banquet he gave matched the feasts of Lucullus. The host sat by
        the side of the Princess in his purple gown, while under the command of a
        seneschal, who changed his dress four times during the feast, a host of attendants
        bore in on huge platters every beast of the field and bird of the air cooked
        whole, from peacocks in their feathers to a roasted bear in his skin with a
        staff in his mouth. There were huge castles of confectionery and ships of
        sweetmeats, tasted by the guests and then broken and flung to the crowd that
        filled the place in front of the palace. And a whole flock of singers and
        musicians made merry for the feast of this young monk of St. Francis who was a
        prince of the Church. But in two years it was over. The nepot died at twenty-eight, worn out by excesses. He had spent two hundred thousand
        florins and left a great mass of debts. An unknown satirist hung on his grave
        an epitaph bidding every wickedness and all scoundrels depart now from Italy,
        for the accursed pest of the Southland is dead.
        
But plenty of brothers and cousins were left to
        rejoice the heart of Sixtus. Not all of these went
        into the Church, and the Pope began to carve out positions for them by politics
        and war. One was married to a daughter of the King of Naples in exchange for
        some feudal rights which the owner owed the Chair of St. Peter. Another was
        married to the daughter of the Duke of Milan and made Captain-general of the
        Church. It was through this Girolamo that the Pope became involved in bloody
        politics that made all Italy hate him. Giuliano and Lorenzo de Medici,
        grandsons of Cosimo, were rulers of Florence without the name. And some fanatic
        lovers of liberty and haters of the house of Medici were ready tools of the
        ambition of Girolamo and Sixtus; for the Medici stood
        against their plans to conquer great possessions for the house of Riario in Romagna. A conspiracy was planned in the Vatican
        itself, and the two brothers were attacked by assassins in the cathedral at
        Florence at the very moment of the elevation of the host. Giuliano was killed
        on the spot. Lorenzo escaped into the sacristy, slightly wounded. But there was
        no rising of the people for liberty, as the conspirators expected. Rather, the
        whole city shouted the cry of the house of Medici and strung up everyone
        concerned in a row along the windows of the Palace of Justice, among them the
        Archbishop of Pisa. Sixtus was furious at the failure.
        When the news came, Girolamo insulted the Florentine ambassador in Rome by
        bursting into his palace and dragging him to the Vatican under arrest. And the
        Pope excommunicated the Medici and the Signory of Florence, because the people
        of the city had laid violent hands on clergymen, to the great insult of the
        Christian religion. He followed this by the interdict and war. The Florentines
        compelled their clergy to say mass, and appealed to a Council and the world.
        France and the leading states of Italy entered into league with the Republic,
        and the ambassadors of the Emperor protested to the Pope; but the fighting went
        on, and only the sudden landing of the Turk in Italy forced Sixtus to peace.
        
An expedition from Rhodes had seized Otranto on the
        21st of August, and fear drove all the states of Italy, France, Hungary, and
        the Emperor into a great league against the infidel. It was needless, for
        Mohammed II, the conqueror of Constantinople, died in 1481, and two of his sons
        began to fight for his throne. Sixtus, disregarding
        the chance of laming the foe of Christendom, allowed the allied fleet of Italy
        and Spain to break up, and plunged once more into his plans for the house of Rovere. He renewed the attempt to increase his power in the
        Romagna, and induced the Venetians to join him in trying to conquer Ferrara,
        promising the city to them, but plotting to keep it for his nephew. But all the
        rest of Italy rallied to the side of Hercules, the Duke, and the great faction
        of the Colonna rose in Rome against the Pope, because he favored their foes,
        the Orsini. The disappointed Sixtus, checkmated at
        his own game, made peace within the year. But it was scarcely a year later when
        a frightful civil feud broke out between the Orsini, backed by Girolamo Riario, and the Colonna. The streets of Rome were filled
        with murder and plundering, while the fields of the Campagna were wasted with
        fire and sword. Already Rome had seen the Lateran filled with lounging soldiers,
        who played cards and dice in the sacristy, on the top of the chest in which
        were packed the relics of the saints and the vessels of the mass. And now, when
        his nephew had sworn to lay every castle of his foes level with the ground, the
        Vicar of Christ, in the robes of his office, publicly blessed the cannons of
        civil war. The death of the head of the Colonna marked the triumph of the
        successor of St. Peter. One annalist reports that his
        mother opened the coffin in which the body, scarred with torture, was borne to
        her, lifted by the hair the head which had fallen under the axe, and cried
        aloud : “Behold the faithfulness of Pope Sixtus. He
        promised me the life of my son.”
        
It must not be imagined that in all these wars to make
        his family rich and powerful Sixtus was a feeble old
        man, used as a tool by greedy nepots. On the
        contrary, the will and craft of it were more his than
        theirs. Everywhere the big tyrants were trying to swallow up the little ones,
        who through all Italy had overthrown the liberties of the cities; and Sixtus saw in the office of the Pope the chance to
        establish the power and riches of the della Rovere.
        
Like all the other heads of dynasties in his day, he
        sought to find glory in the patronage of letters and art. The ex-university
        professor was a strong supporter of the Roman Academy, persecuted by his
        predecessor; Pomponius Leto, its head, became one of the most distinguished men
        of Rome. Even before he made his nephews cardinals Sixtus began to build a library. When it was finished he appointed as librarian that
        Platina, the historian, who had been tortured by Paul to wring out the supposed
        secrets of the Academy. He loved to collect books, for which his favorite
        binding was ornamented by niello-work. For he was a great patron of the workers
        in gold, silver, and bronze, though he was equally fond of the art of the
        decorator of majolica. He built largely on bridges, aqueducts, walls, and
        palaces, and some of his churches are among the ornaments of Rome. Most noted
        of all is the Sistine Chapel, for whose decoration he employed all the great
        masters of Tuscany. For though he himself liked the pictures of Cosimo Rosselli because he used plenty of gold in his coloring, he
        called to his court all the best artists of the day.
        
How much the remark of that crafty tyrant, Ferrante of
        Naples, that narrow and crooked streets gave great chances for insurrection,
        had to do with his plan for Haussmannizing Rome is
        hard to say. At all events, his building rules for the city made and kept them
        wider, let in light by tearing down balconies, and began to cure the worst of
        their filth by laying pavements. He would not let the city of the della Rovere be inferior to the
        residences of the other great families of the day.
        
But though he widened the streets of Rome, he did not
        improve what went on in them. The intensity which Paul II. showed in policing
        the city Sixtus used only in political wars. There
        was continual riot and bloodshed in Rome. In January, 1483, there died the
        Papal Chamberlain, one of the richest and most learned of the cardinals. For
        more than thirty years he had lived in Rome, a patron of art and letters,
        adorning the city with many buildings, and leading a life of stately
        hospitality, surrounded by his illegitimate children, who passed for the sons
        of his brother. When he was dying one of the noble family into which his
        daughter was married came into the palace by way of the church which was next
        to it, packed up thirty thousand florins worth of silver plate, and went off to
        Venice with his plunder. The next day, when the body was being carried by the clergy
        of one church to San Agostino, which he had rebuilt, the bearers and the monks
        who were to receive the dead fought with the torches and candlesticks of the
        procession over the gold brocade which covered the bier. Swords were drawn on
        both sides, and with great difficulty the body was hastily gotten into the
        sacristy while the fight went on. When the trouble was over the corpse was
        found to be stripped of its costly rings and every ornament worth carrying
        away.
        
In the midst of his splendor and craft death came to Sixtus without warning popular report said from a fever
        brought on by wrath that the peace which had been made between Venice and the
        powers of Italy had left his plans out of the reckoning. Rome had suffered
        frightfully under his rule, and the Church was filled with threats of appeal to
        a Council, before which even Sixtus trembled. He knew
        his administration could not bear investigation, for it had been the foundation
        principle of his finance that the Pope needed only pen, ink, and paper to have
        any sum of money he wanted.
        
At the news of his death the city rose in wrath and
        joy. The house of Girolamo Riario was plundered of
        everything movable, and everything breakable, down to the marble door-posts,
        was destroyed. The magazines of the Genoese who had been partners of the Pope
        in wheat speculations were sacked, and others of his rich friends suffered from
        the mob. The Papal army, besieging a small city, broke up in panic, abandoning
        its camp-train. The banished Cardinal Colonna came back with two thousand armed
        partisans and filled the city with yet wilder confusion.
        
        
CHAPTER XVI.
        
INNOCENT VIII. THE SULTAN’S JAILER. ALEXANDER VI, THE
        HANDSOME SPANISH NEPOT. THE FRENCH INVASION.
        
        
WHEN the disorder had become wearisome even to those
        who took part in it, the Conclave met on the 26th of August, 1484, and by the skilful bribery and wirepulling of Cardinal Giuliano della Rovere, Sixtus’s ablest nephew, the Genoese Cardinal of
        Molfetta was elected. He took the name of Innocent VIII, apparently on the
        principle of lucus a non lucendo, for the stately and handsome man, being in Rome,
        had done as the Romans did. A satirist congratulated the city that, after being
        depopulated by the wars and slaughter of Sixtus, it
        was now to have for ruler one who might indeed be called the father of his
        people.
        
Giuliano della Rovere, the power behind the throne, was not long in
        leading the new Pope into the paths of his predecessor, and the Papacy backed
        the bloody war of the feudal barons of Naples against their King. Florence and
        Milan stood by the King; Genoa and Venice were allies of the Pope. But in less
        than a year the opposition among the cardinals, headed by Borgia, the defeated
        candidate for the throne, forced the Pope to make peace, and his allies the barons
        died by dozens in the hands of the executioners.
        
Meantime the Papal rule had broken down completely, so
        far as any of the real purposes of government were concerned. Rome was full of
        murder and violence. The ambassador of the Emperor was stripped to his shirt
        just outside the gates. It was notorious that gold would do anything in the
        Curia. Innocent made at a stroke fifty-two new secretaryships, which he sold
        for twenty-five hundred florins apiece. He used up in retail trade three
        hundred other new offices. Occasionally a few poor vagabond criminals were hung
        by night, but public trials were a farce and no one who had money need suffer.
        An innkeeper who killed both his daughters got free for eight hundred florins.
        The vice-chamberlain, being asked why so few people were punished when crime
        was so common, answered with a fine smile, “God does not wish the death of the
        sinner, but that he should live and pay.”
        
The clergy set the worst example. Their houses were
        filled with concubines. The sacred vessels of the churches were continually
        being stolen, and a widespread conspiracy to sell forged Papal bulls was
        discovered among the curial secretaries. Wickedness was unabashed, for the
        rulers set the example of lawlessness. The cardinals led in the dance. Their
        houses were flanked by towers and raised on arches, that the steep steps might
        be defended by their hundreds of armed retainers. The store-rooms were well
        stocked with powder and lead for the arquebuses. When the princes of the Church
        went abroad they ruffled it in silks and jewels, even wearing swords by their
        sides, and were followed by a train of swaggering fellows who stopped at
        nothing. The Pope’s son tried to storm the house of a burgher in broad
        daylight in order to carry off his wife. One day he burst into the Vatican in
        a rage. Cardinal Riario had won forty thousand florins
        from him the night before, and he accused him of cheating in play. The Pope
        ordered Riario to return the money, but the wily
        Cardinal answered that he had already paid it over to the master builder of his
        new palace.
        
Roderigo Borgia, the richest man in the College,
        stately and with a most persuasive manner, whose dark eyes were said to
        fascinate the women as a magnet draws iron, lived for gallantry. His palace,
        the finest in Rome, was splendidly furnished. The entrance-hall was hung with
        tapestries representing historical scenes. It opened into a little room, also
        superbly hung, where stood a bed covered with red satin under an alcove painted
        blue with stars. In this room stood the great sideboard on whose shelves and
        cornice were displayed the gold and silver plate, a large collection of heavy
        and elaborate pieces. Two little rooms opened off this, one being in satin,
        with Turkish carpets on the floors, and a bed covered with Alexandrian velvet.
        The other and richer one had the bed covered with gold brocade, and a velvet-covered
        table in the middle surrounded by elaborately carved chairs. Ascanio Sforza, on the other hand, was the sportsman of the
        College, and astonished Rome by the size of his stable, his huge pack of
        hounds, and the variety of his superb falcons. A supper he gave to the Prince
        of Capua was said to have been like the feast in a fairy tale. Giuliano della Rovere, while he did not
        despise gallantry and patronized art richly, was the politician of the College.
        He did not scruple to seize a courier of the Duke of Milan, in order to take
        away his papers by force, and exercised such power that the ambassadors complained
        : “One Pope was enough for them; two were too many.”
        
Under these circumstances it is not to be wondered at
        that a sudden alarm of the Pope’s death threw the whole city into confusion.
        The shops were closed and barricades sprang up everywhere. The cardinals went
        to the Vatican and immediately started an inventory. They found eight hundred
        thousand florins in one chest and three hundred thousand in another. Then the
        Pope recovered from his swoon. When he heard what had been going on he
        remarked, “I shall have the pleasure of going to the funerals of these
        gentlemen of the College of Cardinals before I die”.
        
There were three great public excitements during the
        rule of Innocent. The first was the finding of the so-called daughter of
        Cicero. Workmen digging in the Campagna opened a Roman grave, and in the beautiful
        sarcophagus, covered by some preserving fluid, lay the corpse of a young girl,
        her long black hair gathered into a golden net. She looked as if just dead. And
        all Rome was filled with excitement when the body was brought to the Capitol.
        That enthusiasm for antiquity which was now the universal social mode seemed to
        be boundless. For fear of the scandal which might spread from some open
        confession of heathenism, the Pope had the body secretly buried again in the
        night.
        
Another great excitement was the entry of Prince Djem. This son of Mohammed, the conqueror of
        Constantinople, fled from his brother, the Sultan, to ask shelter from the
        Knights of Rhodes. They held him as a pledge of peace, and exacted from the Sultan
        thirty-five thousand florins a year for holding him in prison. They sent him to
        France for safer keeping. Innocent brought him from France, and on the 13th of
        March, 1489, he entered Rome beside the Pope’s son, with a long train of
        Moslems and Christians riding two and two behind. The precious prisoner lived
        for years in the Pope’s care, while his brother with one hand paid tribute to
        the Pope for keeping him, and with the other hired assassins to put him out of
        the way. A letter of Andrea Mantegna, the painter, describes this strange inmate
        of the Vatican: “The brother of the Sultan lives here in the palace. Sometimes
        he comes to dine where I am painting, and for a barbarian he behaves very well.
        His bearing is full of a majestic pride. He does not uncover his head, so that
        everybody else keeps on his hat before him. He eats five times a day, and
        sleeps just as often. Before eating he drinks sugared water. His walk is that
        of an elephant, his movements as elegant as those of a big Venetian wine-cask.
        His servants praise him much and brag about his riding. It may be true, but I
        have never seen him mount. His eyes are often half closed. He is of a very
        cruel nature, and they say he has killed four people. One day he thrashed an
        interpreter so hard that they had to carry the man to the river to bring him
        to. He troubles himself about nothing, and acts as if he did not understand
        anything that is said or done. He sleeps in clothes, receives his visitors like
        a tailor with his legs crossed, and wears thirty thousand ells of linen on his
        head. His trousers are so wide that he could hide inside them. His
        pronunciation is horrible, especially when he is angry.”
        
It was in thankfulness for taking such good care of Djem that the Sultan, having already paid one hundred and
        twenty thousand ducats for three years, sent an embassy in May, 1492, to bring
        the holy lance which had killed Christ as a further gift. Rome had celebrated
        in January the fall of Granada, by which the Moslem had been driven out of
        Spain, and they hailed this relic with a festival as splendid. Bishops received
        the iron lance-head in a superb crystal reliquary from the Turkish ambassadors,
        two cardinals received it from the bishops, the Pope received it from the
        cardinals, and in long procession the whole city moved to St. Peter’s, where
        the Pope blessed the people, while Cardinal Borgia, standing beside him, held
        the relic in the air.
        
It was less than two months after when death drew near
        to Innocent. A Jewish physician offered to cure him by giving him a drink made
        of the blood of three boys. They were hired for a florin apiece, and the drink
        was mixed. But the boys and the Pope died together.
        
Three candidates made an open bid for the Papal crown
        in the conclave. Giuliano della Rovere,
        the nephew of Sixtus, was backed by the French King
        with two hundred thousand and by Genoa with one hundred thousand florins. Ascanio Sforza, the great hunter, brother of the Duke of
        Milan, backed himself. But Roderigo Borgia, who supported Sforza to defeat della Rovere, came out a winner.
        It was well known in Rome that he did it by bidding highest. Only five
        cardinals out of twenty-three refused the bribe; and it was noted that three of
        them afterward obtained the Papacy. The gossips even knew the price of each
        vote. Borgia sent to Sforza’s house four horse-loads of gold, gave him his own
        palace with all it contained, and made him vicechancellor.
        He was the most costly. The others tapered down to the ninety-five-year-old
        Patriarch of Venice, who only got five thousand florins.
        
Alexander VI, the new Pope, was a man of imposing
        appearance, great practical skill in affairs, persuasive and quick in argument.
        His crowning was hailed by the poets. They called him Divus Alexander. And one wrote: “Rome was made great by Caesar, but now Alexander
        makes it far greater. The first was a man, the second is a god.” Within a year
        of his crowning the first gold came to Rome from the New World, and the Pope
        drew a line from pole to pole, dividing all the new West between Spain and
        Portugal.
        
Alexander was the handsomest Pope since Paul II, and
        had always exercised a peculiar power over women. The first notice we have of
        his life is a letter from Pius II, written when the Cardinal was twenty-nine,
        to rebuke him for a garden-party he attended in Siena, which had become the scandal
        of the city and was a disgrace to the order and office of the clergy.In the days of Paul, Sixtus,
        and Innocent, Borgia had forgotten even the need of concealment. His mistress, Vannozza, daughter of a lesser noble of Rome, had borne him
        four children, Juan, Caesar, Jofre, and Lucrezia, who
        were openly acknowledged. But Vannozza was now fifty
        years old, and scarcely was Alexander Pope when all Rome was full of the name
        of Julia Farnese, a young married noblewoman, eighteen years old, whose
        relation to the Pope was become so notorious that the King of Naples could
        write of it to his ambassador in Spain. In 1492 she bore a daughter, and in
        September, 1493, her brother was made a cardinal. Before the end of the year the
        Pope and his son Caesar were splendidly entertained by the Farnesi at their castle near Rome.
        
But as compared with Innocent and Sixtus,
        Alexander promised to be a good ruler. He did not seem one to be feared. This
        is how an eyewitness describes him in a festal procession: “He sits on a snow-white
        horse, with clear brow and a dignity which constantly compels respect. How
        wonderful is the mild tranquillity of his mien, how faultless the nobility of his countenance, his
        look how generous! And how his stature and bearing of easy beauty, and the air
        of boundless health around him, increase the veneration he inspires!” Nor did
        the new Pope display the inactivity of Innocent. When he was crowned he found
        that two hundred and twenty murders had been committed in two months. He
        reformed the courts, reestablished peace, and copelled order. His foreign politics were not notably dangerous. The great catastrophe
        which was to come upon Italy could not be laid at his door. It was the Duke of
        Milan who called the French King over the Alps.
        
In order to understand the invasion which opens the
        last act of the drama of the Renascence Papacy, we must glance for a moment at
        the political condition of Italy. There were in the peninsula five great
        powers: Florence, Milan, and Venice in the north, the States of the Church in
        the centre, and Naples in the south. Naples was a
        kingdom, Venice an oligarchy. Milan and Florence had both lost their liberties;
        the first was called a duchy and the second was nominally a republic, but
        really under the rule of Piero de Medici, the great-grandson of Cosimo. A
        number of the smaller cities of Italy also constituted independent states under
        the rule of tyrants. Outside of Naples the municipality was, by inheritance
        from the ancient days, the central point of Italian government. Each one of
        these city states, large and small, was anxious to cheat or conquer its
        neighbors. And as a consequence there reigned a petty local jealousy and a
        besotted local pride. And so when Lodovico Sforza, Duke of Milan,
        
called the French to his help in 1494, almost all
        Italy was glad; for each state hoped to gain some advantage over its neighbors
        from the presence of the foreigner, and the common people hoped that some
        fortune might free them from the tyrants. Lodovico called them because he was
        afraid. He had imprisoned his nephew, the rightful Duke, and was killing him by
        slow poison. The wife of his victim was calling on her father, the King of
        Naples, to avenge her wrongs, and Lodovico needed a strong ally. His efforts to
        bring in the invader were seconded by Cardinal Giuliano della Rovere, nephew of Sixtus IV,
        now living in France for fear of Alexander.
        
It was not hard to rouse an enthusiasm for the
        adventure in Charles VIII, the French King, an ambitious boy of twenty-two,
        ugly, almost deformed in body, of violent but weak will, surrounded by
        flatterers as incapable as himself. Against the advice of his barons he decided
        to lead an army into Italy to reassert his claim to the throne of Naples, which
        sixty years before had been held by the younger branch of his family. And in
        the end of August lie crossed the Alps with about forty thousand men. He halted
        at the first town and plunged into such a debauch that he had to wait a month
        before he was fit to go on. And thus, with long feasts and short marches, he
        made his way along the whole length of the Italian peninsula until he reached
        Naples, in the end of February. There was almost no fighting. After the French
        had stormed two small towns and put the whole population to the sword, all
        opposition ceased.
        
But in the midst of his feasting and triumph bad news
        came to the conqueror. The Pope, Venice, the Duke of Milan, the King of Spain,
        and the Emperor had leagued against him and his retreat was cut off. In idle
        recklessness he revelled two months longer in the
        gardens of Naples, and started his long retreat, with only twelve thousand men,
        about the end of May. It took him six weeks to get to the north, and in the
        passes of the Apennines he only saved his artillery by five days of the most
        extraordinary labor, in which the generals labored like the common soldiers.
        But it was not until he was over the mountains and safely down into the great
        plain of the Po that the army of the League, outnumbering him three to one,
        barred his way at the town of Fornovo (July 6, 1495).
        The battle was won in less than an hour, and the little French force made its
        way up the Po and over the Alps without another sword-stroke.
        
        
CHAPTER XVII.
        
SAVONAROLA AND FREEDOM.
        
        
N the whole story of this dallying march to the end of
        Italy and back with a handful of soldiers there are only two Italians recorded
        who faced the boy invader like men. These were the friar of San Marco, and his
        friend, Piero de Capponi, one of the syndics of the
        city of Florence. It was on the King’s downward journey that Savonarola came
        into his presence as ambassador of Florence. “O most Christian King”, he said, “thou
        art an instrument in the hand of the Lord to relieve the woes of Italy and
        reform the prostrate Church, as for many years I have foretold. But if thou be
        not just and merciful, if thou respect not the liberties of the city of Florence,
        the hand of the Lord shall smite thee with terrible scourges. These things say
        I unto thee in the name of the Lord.” And the King and all his men of war did
        honor to the monk. An alliance was made, and the gates of the city opened to
        the army of France. Charles rode through the narrow streets with levelled
        lance, the symbol of a conqueror; but he soon found his mistake; for when he
        demanded too large a subsidy in exchange for his alliance, the City Council
        demurred. Disputes arose, and Charles bade his secretary read his ultimatum to
        the assembled syndics. They refused to accept it, and the King cried out in
        anger, “Then I will sound my trumpets”. Capponi sprang forward, snatched the paper from the hands of the secretary, and tore it
        in fragments, crying out, “And we will ring our bells!” And Charles made a fair
        treaty with the only state in Italy he was forced to respect.
        
In order to understand how this monk and his friends
        had become leaders of the only free city in Italy, we must go back some
        thirteen years to the time (1481) when Brother Savonarola came from a Dominican
        monastery of Bologna to San Marco in Florence. He was twenty-nine years old,
        the grandson of a distinguished court physician and university professor of
        Ferrara, whose son had degenerated into a mere courtier. He had been a teacher
        of novices and was assigned the same duty at San Marco. His homilies soon
        stirred the spirits of the young men under his care, and he was invited to
        preach a course of Lenten sermons in the Church of San Lorenzo. Like all his
        previous attempts to preach in public, these sermons were notable failures. At
        the last ones he only had an audience of twenty- five, including women and
        children. And similar ill success followed another effort two years later. The
        reigning preacher of the day was a certain Fra Mariano, whom all Florence
        flocked to hear. The literati praised him for his musical voice, chosen
        words, and harmonious cadences, his lines from Plato, Aristotle, and the poets.
        Savonarola was abrupt and unstudied in voice and manner, and preached from the
        Bible, which the learned Florentines of the age would not read because the
        Latin of Jerome was bad. It was just after this disappointment that he thought
        he beheld the heavens opened and all the future calamities of the Church
        passing before his eyes, while a divine voice charged him to announce them to
        the people. From that moment he felt elected to a mission to cry to all
        nations, “Repent and return to the Lord.”
        
The next year he was sent as Lenten preacher to San Gemignano, a little town among the Sienese hills.
        
The sending of mission preachers has been as common
        in the Roman Catholic Church as the modern Protestant use of evangelists, and
        at no time have they met with more astonishing success than during the last
        half of the fifteenth century in Italy. We have the names of more than twenty
        men who mightily stirred the cities in which they preached. Robert of Lecce,
        for instance, in 1448 had fifteen thousand hearers in the city of Perugia, who
        listened to him four hours amid sighs, tears, and outcries of repentance. The
        whole city made a renunciation of worldly pleasures, symbolized by a “burning of
        vanities.” Debtors were released, blood foes were forgiven, and the entire
        population apparently converted from evil to good.
        
Some such effect as this Savonarola produced in San Gemignano when he first preached on the theme of his life
        the triple assertion which formed the background of all his subsequent
        utterances: (1) The Church will be scourged; (2) she will be regenerated ; (3)
        and that speedily. He did not yet announce this as a direct revelation of God
        to him, but supported it by reason and the Scriptures. The audiences were moved
        almost to ecstasy.
        
In 1486 he was sent to Brescia. He preached on the
        Book of Revelation, and declared that the wrath of the Lord was coming. The
        streets should be filled with blood and fire. Let them repent, for the just
        shall find mercy. A generation later, at the horrible sack of Brescia by the
        French, the people recalled his words. For three years he preached throughout
        Lombardy, and his fame filled all Italy.
        
In 1489 he was summoned back to Florence, and began to
        expound the Apocalypse in the convent garden, standing by a rose-bush whose
        scions were tended by his brethren for four hundred years. His audiences grew
        until he had to preach in the church. His three theses of judgment,
        regeneration, and that speedily, roused an extraordinary excitement, and the
        city began to be divided into the friends and foes of Savonarola. He published
        treatises on philosophical subjects to defend himself against the charge of
        ignorance, and to commend the teachings of the Church he wrote tractates on Humility,
          Prayer, The Love of Jesus, The Widowed Life. By these writings, as well as
        by his sermons, it is plain that his best equipment for his work was his
        knowledge of the Bible. He knew the Bible thoroughly (and it must be remembered
        he had neither a vernacular version nor a concordance), and by his method of
        exegesis he could find in it proofs for everything, big and little. Here are
        specimens written on the margin of two of his Bibles that have survived. They
        are from the opening verses of Genesis. The interpretations are arranged under
        six heads. The division of the waters means spiritually, the movement of the
        passions and of errors possessing the intellect; allegorically in the Old
        Testament, the Gentiles separated from the chosen people; allegorically in the
        New Testament, tribulations separating many from the Church; morally, the
        struggle of the passions against duty; anagogically,
        joy of the blessed when freed from tribulation.
        
The fifth day (birds, fishes) means spiritually, the
        contemplation of higher and of lower things; allegorically in the Old
        Testament, the Maccabees (who always wavered); allegorically in the New Testament,
        the contemplative and active life; morally, the contemplation of things divine
        and of things human; anagogically, angels and men
        admitted into the angelic choir.
        
Of course it was not such exegesis which crowded the
        great church when he preached and stirred his hearers to enthusiasm. This sort
        of thing appears in all his sermons, but it is shot through and through with
        sudden flashes of invective against gambling, against usury, against the
        temptation of the clergy, appeals to abandon worldly things, and praises of
        Jesus Christ. It was when he launched out into these discharges that his eyes
        flashed and his wonderful voice rolled. Especially did he sway the hearts of his hearers when he spoke of his visions
        
For the power in the man seems to have been his
        conviction that he was directly inspired of God. He felt that he must preach
        these things, for he writes how, having determined not to mention his visions
        in a certain sermon, he agonized all night, and at dawn heard a voice say, “Fool,
        dost thou not see it is God’s will? Whereupon I preached a terrible sermon.” He
        spared neither high nor low, and being invited to preach before the Signory,
        rebuked tyrants and bad rulers in terms that many present applied at once to
        Lorenzo the Magnificent, grandson of Cosimo, the uncrowned King of Florence.
        With Lorenzo, Savonarola refused all intercourse, would not pay the customary
        visit to the patron of the monastery even when he was elected prior, and
        distributed among the poor the great sum of money Lorenzo sent to the convent,
        saying in the pulpit, “No good dog stops barking because a bone is flung to
        him.” Soon after death came to Lorenzo, and he sent for Savonarola to hear his
        last confession. “I know no honest friar but this one”, he said. With great
        agitation he spoke of the sins that tormented him” the sack of the city of
        Volterra, the robbery of the funds of the institute for giving dowries to poor
        girls, through which many had been driven on to the streets, and the bloody
        vengeance for the Pazzi conspiracy. Savonarola said
        many times, “God is good, God is merciful” ; and when Lorenzo was through and
        calmer, continued, “But three things are needful”. “What things, father?” “First,
        a great and living faith in God’s mercy.” “I have it.”  “Second, you must give back your ill-gotten
        wealth.” Lorenzo nodded assent. “Lastly, you must restore liberty to the people
        of Florence.” The dying man turned his face to the wall; and looking sternly at
        him for a little, the friar left him unabsolved.
        
It was in this mood that Savonarola saw two visions
        which, in medals and engravings, were spread through Italy. The first was a
        sword suspended over a great city, and on the sword, Gladius Domini super terram cito et velociter. The
        second was a black cross rising from the city of Rome and stretching its arms
        over all the earth; on it was written, Crux Iras Dei ; while from Jerusalem rose a shining golden cross, on which was Crux Misericordiae Dei.
          
Scarcely was Piero de Medici firmly established in the
        seat of his father, Lorenzo, than he procured from the Superior an order for
        Savonarola to preach in other cities. It was to checkmate such designs that
        Savonarola and his friends obtained a Papal brief erecting the convent of San
        Marco into an independent congregation, subject only to its own prior and, of
        course, to the Pope. Savonarola’s first step was to reform his own house. He
        reduced living expenses and founded schools for painting, sculpture,
        architecture, and manuscript-making. He provided that the brethren apt to
        teach should go out regularly on missions. Each was to be attended by a lay
        brother, who worked for his support, that he might be not kept from speaking
        the truth for fear of checking alms. He revived in the monastery the study of
        theology, philosophy, Greek, Hebrew, and the Eastern tongues. Under his rule
        the number of friars increased so greatly that the building was not large
        enough to hold them.
        
And now the true genius of Savonarola’s oratory began
        to appear. More and more plainly he spoke, as one to whom God had given a
        secret word. He was instant in threatening, prophesying, declaring visions of
        judgment. “The princes of Italy, he said, are like men taking the back of a
        whale for an island and building on it a great and wicked city of oppression
        and blood. The whale plunges and Babylon is destroyed”.  “Woe, he cried, unto the Church! Once she had
        chalices of wood and prelates of gold. Now she has chalices of gold and
        prelates of wood”. It was a series of sermons on Noah’s ark, where he explained
        each of the ten planks with minute allegorical interpretation, that he
        accompanied with prophecies of a new Cyrus who should come in triumph to
        scourge and free Italy. In September he began to preach on the deluge, and on
        the 21st he found the Duomo filled with a crowd that had waited from early
        morning. Like the note of some strange trumpet his voice rang out the words of
        his text, “Lo I will bring waters upon the earth”, and all stood trembling
        while for many minutes he smote them with his stern eloquence. For the night
        before news had reached Florence that the army of France was pouring down the
        slopes of the Alps. We have seen how supinely the princes of Italy had watched
        this gathering storm. No one prepared and it came to the people like an
        earthquake. Savonarola had warned them and called them to be ready, and to
        Savonarola, as to a prophet of God, the hearts of all turned in the hour of
        fear.
        
Piero de Medici was no man for the situation. After a
        feeble attempt to fight, he went to Charles, then hemmed into a position of the
        greatest military peril, and in a cowardly interview surrendered the fortresses
        of his quadrilateral without a blow. When the news reached Florence the streets
        filled, and ail day a great mass of armed men drifted aimlessly through the
        city. After sixty years of tyranny, the folk were up, and no man knew where
        their wrath would carry them. Then Savonarola entered the pulpit, not now in
        the garb of the prophet of woe, but with the gentle words of the Gospel, and he
        stayed the storm till the Signory had resolved that the Republic must shake off
        this baby government and care for itself. It was decided to arm the citizens,
        to secretly fill every cloister with soldiers, and then to send an embassy to
        offer peace to the French. Savonarola, the one man whom Charles respected and
        who had the entire love of the people, headed the embassy. “And when the King
        was gone at his commanding request, I Savonarola, lover of liberty and hater of
        disorder, was a tower of strength to distracted Florence. Woe to thee,
        Florence, if thou desirest a head to dominate and
        oppress all the rest. The sole form of government suited to our needs is a
        civil and general government.”
        
And he suggested as the best plan a grand Council
        after the model of Venice.
        
“A grand Council” It was the word that solved the
        problem. The people caught it as it fell from the pulpit, and the foundation of
        the government was laid. By the time Charles left Italy (July, 1495) the
        building of the new city was complete, and in all the plan the master word came
        from the sermons of the Prior of San Marco. It was not an entirely wise
        government, nor what we should call a free government, but it is considered by
        many of her historians the best Florence ever had. Its unwisdom and lack of
        freedom are plain in the war with the people of Pisa, long ruined and insulted
        by the yoke of Florence. This foolish and cruel war to crush a sister city was
        never rebuked by Savonarola, and it caused the fall of the new Republic. But it
        is possible to recognize that there was a very narrow and intolerant strain in
        the puritan patriot without forgetting that when the sword of her tyrants sank
        in terror the voice of Savonarola awed the invader of Italy, and in the
        cathedral of her only free city rang through perilous days the praise of
        liberty.
        
        
PERIOD III
        
FROM THE FRENCH INVASION TO THE SACK OF ROME
        (1494-1527).
        
CHAPTER XVIII.
        
THE HOUSEHOLD OF ALEXANDER VI. THE PROPHET OF
        RIGHTEOUSNESS AND THE VICAR OF CHRIST.
        
        
THE year 1496 found Pope Alexander VI living
        peacefully in the Vatican with his blooming family gathered around him. Juan,
        who was Duke of Gandia in Spain, where he had left
        his newly married wife, lived in the Vatican. Lucrezia, Alexander’s daughter,
        was married to a natural son of the younger line of the great Milanese house of
        Sforza. They lived in a palace of their own. The sixteen-year-old son, Jofre, married to a daughter of the King of Naples, resided
        in the palace of a cardinal. Caesar, who had gone into the Church, was only a
        bishop, and lived alone not far off.
        
It was a gay life with which these brides of sixteen
        filled the Vatican quarter. They went to high mass at St. Peter’s, and crowded
        the cardinals so as to be close to their father when he said prayers for the
        world. The Pope himself was not much given to the pleasures of the table, and
        the cardinals used to invent excuses to escape his dinners of a single course.
        But he went often to the splendid festivals of his daughters, and frequently
        received them in the Vatican, with the glittering cavalcade of young cardinals
        and courtiers who danced attendance upon them. Rome had become used to seeing
        the head of a celibate clergy living thus, but the public talk of the city said
        that the life of the Pope and his children was much worse than it looked, and
        the ambassadors of foreign princes reported terrible things of it in their
        letters home. The Cardinal of Gurk, who had withdrawn
        to Perugia, told the ambassador of Florence: “When I think of the life of the
        Pope and of some of the cardinals, the idea of living at Rome fills me with
        horror. If God does not reform his Church I will none of such a life.”
        
The satirists found plenty of material. Hear Pontano, a contemporary Neapolitan poet:
        
“Can you tell me the name of that remarkable old man,
        more decorated than a relique-box, smelling of musk
        like a civet-cat, and stepping gingerly as a young dancer, who hums a song and
        keeps turning his head and winking as he walks? It is a cardinal just landed
        from Valencia, who has only one thought in his head to please the ladies. Hear
        him sing his love adventures. And how he ogles the windows! How he smiles and bows
        gracefully! Beautiful little gray head, you will die younger than on the day
        you were born”
        
In sterner strain wrote Baptista Mantuanus:
        
“You who would live well depart from Rome,
        
For all things are permitted there except to be good.”
        
Already Alexander had become involved in controversy
        with" Savonarola. Just as the French left Italy a Papal letter invited the
        friar to Rome. It was called forth by his strictures on the clergy, the advice
        of Cardinal Sforza, brother of the Duke of Milan, whose plans were blocked by
        the Republic of Florence, and the furious attacks of the Arrabbiati party of city politics. The letter was couched in tones of affection, but
        Savonarola feared a snare. He answered that his health was broken, his life
        guarded against assassination even at home by armed men, his presence necessary
        to the city. He begged to be excused, and the Pope sent a message that he need
        not come at present. But scarcely a month was past when a second letter
        arrived, forbidding Savonarola to preach, revoking the order which had made San
        Marco an independent congregation, and referring it to the Congregation of
        Lombardy. For the desire of the Pope to aid his new politics by reinstating the
        Medici at Florence was now added to his other motives for silencing this “pestilent
        fellow.” Savonarola protested, but obeyed the inhibition from preaching.
        
He spent the next few months in writing letters and
        planning the reform of the carnival. There were two evil carnival habits common
        in the city. The boys of Florence had a way of forming gangs, which blocked the
        streets with long poles and levied toll on all who passed, spending the money
        in debauchery. The game of “stones” followed the bonfires at night. It was so
        brutal that several players were killed each year. People are very tenacious of
        such customs; only a few years ago the law suppressing the brutal eel-pulling
        raised the barricades in the Dutch cities. And the Signory had in vain tried to
        stop this beastly sport of “stones.” The friar undertook to try. He formed the
        youth of Florence into bands, ordered and drilled, and bade them collect alms
        for the poor. He wrote new songs for them to sing, and asked his friend, the
        poet Bienveni, to write more. He devised a great
        procession of the whole city, and while working good the boys forgot to do
        evil.
        
Meantime the Pope had changed his policy. At the
        request of the Florentine government he removed the inhibition from Savonarola.
        He had given the friar’s sermons to a bishop who was a Dominican and therefore
        free from the intense jealousy of the monk against a member of a rival order.
        He reported that the friar respected the dogmas and authority of the Church,
        speaking only against simony and corruption, and counselled the Pope to make
        friends, even, if necessary, by offering the cardinal’s purple. And so a
        Dominican was secretly sent to Florence to offer the red hat to Savonarola, on
        condition that he should change the tone of his sermons.
        
This was in the winter of 1496, and in Lent of that
        year Savonarola, protesting that he believed all that is believed by the Roman
        Church and submitted to her authority, was again swinging the lash of his
        terrible invective on the sins of Italy. An extraordinary effect followed his
        words. Everywhere he was hailed as a prophet of God or an emissary of the
        devil. And in Florence, while the Signory treated him as the first citizen of
        the Republic, the Arrabbiati laid daily plots to
        assassinate him as the most dangerous opponent of their treason.
        
There was no enemy more bitter against the Republic
        and its first citizen than the Pope. But he was too busy during the summer to
        attend to the friar or the plots of the Medici to reconquer Florence. For
        another plan was on foot. Italy was divided into two parties: on the one side a
        league of Venice, Milan, Rome, Spain, the Emperor, and England; on the other
        Florence, Savoy, with other small states, and France. And out of the desperate
        political disorder the Pope proposed to draw lasting gain to his house. The
        first thing was to resume the system of Sixtus IV, to
        crush the small rulers in the patrimonium, who had
        grown again from vassals to tyrants. He began with the Orsini, the richest and
        most powerful; declared them rebels, which was true enough, for they were in
        the pay of France, confiscated their lands and gave them to his son, the Duke
        of Gandia, who in October, 1496, became Standard-bearer
        of the Church. But it was an empty triumph. On the 23d of January the Orsini
        defeated the Papal troops in hopeless panic, and Gandia,
        wounded, fled to the walls of Rome, where he remained the rest of the winter.
        
Meantime at Florence, during Lent, the boys were going
        from house to house to collect “vanities,” and when the last day had arrived a
        vast pile was arranged in the piazza on a scaffold pyramid sixty feet high and
        two hundred and fifty feet around the base. Then, amid hymns and the ringing of
        bells, the pile was fired and went up in smoke. Perhaps no act of Savonarola
        has been so much discussed as this comparatively unimportant burning of the vanities.
        There was nothing new in it. The Florentine pile was only one of many others
        before and after. Perhaps, also, it was more valuable. When Lippi made a practice
        of using the notorious features of his mistress in pictures of the Madonna for
        chapels, and Bartolommeo painted for a church a picture which had to be
        removed, by the advice of those who heard the confessions of the worshippers in
        it, there must have been a number of burnable pictures in Florence of
        considerable artistic value. But it is not probable that the pile contained
        many works of art that decent people would not willingly let die. Jerome Savonarola
        was a puritan, but he was no more a philistine than John Milton. The man who
        had for disciples and friends Bartolommeo, the Della Robbia,
        Lorenzo di Credi, Botticelli, and Michael Angelo
        would not wantonly have destroyed innocent beauty. Nor would that friar have
        burned any treasures of learning who, in the year of the vanities, stripped
        his convent of its last remaining lands and had it assume a heavy debt, in
        order to save the library of the Medici from being dispersed at public sale.
        
It was in the early spring of 1497 that Cardinal
        Caesar, the Duke of Gandia, and Giovanni Sforza, of
        Pesaro, two sons and a son-in-law of the Pope, stood before the altar of St.
        Peter to receive the palms from the hand of their father. But there was no
        peace in their hearts one with another. Already Sforza was a worn-out tool of Borgian ambition, and they were secretly trying to force
        him to consent to divorce, that the hand of Lucrezia might again be used in
        their game. During Holy Week, on pretence of going to
        service in a distant church, he flung himself on a swift horse and rode through
        the gates to refuge in his own city of Pesaro.
        
And now the Pope turned his attention to Florence.
        Piero de Medici had been living in Rome, as most pretenders have lived, in
        gambling and debauchery, loaded with debts, pledging everything he could find a
        pawnbroker to take, and already looked at askance by the money-lenders. When he
        marched to Florence in April the Pope gave him good wishes. He arrived before
        the city at daybreak, with the hope that his partisans would rise and open the
        gates. But no one stirred, except to sight the culverins, and he withdrew as
        swiftly as he had come.
        
Within a month a Papal bull excommunicated Savonarola
        because he had refused to obey a command to unite his convent with the Roman
        Congregation. But scarcely was it sent when something happened at Rome which
        shook the nerves even of Alexander. Foiled in his attempt to make his son, the
        Duke of Gandia, great at the expense of the Orsini,
        Alexander had created him hereditary ruler of Beneventum,
        Terracina, and Pontecorvo, nominally as a vassal of the Church, really as an
        independent prince. A week later, on the 14th of June, the new Prince and his
        younger brother, Caesar, took supper with their mother in a vineyard, and at
        the close of the feast rode off together. Gandia soon
        left the party, attended by one servant. In the morning he had not returned,
        and his servant was picked up senseless and dying in the street. They found a
        coal-seller on the banks of the river who said that the night before he watched
        two men who came cautiously down to the Tiber and looked around. They went back
        among the houses. Again they came out and looked. They gave a signal. Then came
        a rider on a white horse. Behind him was a body with head and arms hanging on
        one side, the feet on the other. He rode to the edge, and the servants threw it
        in. The cloak floated, and the masked man stooped for a large stone, threw it,
        and sank the cloak. Then all went away. The police asked why he had not
        reported the facts to them. He answered, “I did not think it worthwhile; I
        have seen in my time a good hundred bodies thrown into the river there.” All
        night and morning they dragged the river, and at midday drew out the eldest son
        of the Pope, pierced with nine wounds.
        
Alexander almost went mad with grief. He shut himself
        into his room and would not be comforted. From Wednesday evening until Saturday
        morning he neither ate, drank, nor slept. On the 19th he called a consistory,
        and in an address filled with penitence and zeal announced the appointment of a
        commission of six cardinals to draft a plan for the reform of the Church. They
        drew up a great bull for reform, of which two copies still survive in the
        Vatican archives. Its introduction announced that the wholesome ancient rules
        by which councils and Popes had checked sensuality and avarice were broken
        through. An unbearable dissoluteness has come into the Church. We propose,
        therefore, to begin reform with the Roman court, which ought to be an example
        of virtuous living to all the Church. Excellent provisions followed for
        regulating the scandalous worldliness and luxury among the cardinals. No
        cardinal was to draw more than six thousand florins yearly from benefices, or
        have more than eighty servants and thirty horses in his court; nor were his
        heirs permitted to spend more than fifteen hundred florins on his funeral.
        Cardinals were to be forbidden to gamble at cards, to give great public hunts,
        to attend the performances of profane comedies, to employ clowns, jugglers, or
        bands of musicians. Simony, with all its attendant evils, was most sternly
        forbidden.
        
It was while the Pope was in this mood that the
        excommunicated Savonarola wrote him a letter of condolence. “The Lord in his
        mercy”, he concluded, “passeth over all our sins. I
        announce things of which I am assured. But let your Beatitude turn a favoring
        eye on the work of faith, for which I labor without ceasing, and give ear no
        longer to the impious. Thus the Lord will bestow on you joy instead of grief,
        inasmuch as all my predictions are true, and none that resisteth the Lord can ever know peace. Charity moveth me to
        write these things, Most Blessed Father, and the hope that your Beatitude may
        receive true consolation from God; for the thunders of his wrath will ere long
        be heard, and blessed will be those that have put their trust in him. May the
        Lord of all mercy console your Holiness in your tribulation.”
        
The epigramist wrote
        differently of this fisher of men who drew out in his nets his own son.
        
The search of the police could not clear up the
        mystery of the murder. Many writers suspect that their failure was due to suggestions
        from the highest authority not to look too far. Whether this be true or not,
        the historian is not called upon to make good their lack of energy. The dark
        question, Who murdered the Duke of Gandia? is useful
        to him only to bring into his pages some touch of the perennial interest of a
        strong detective story. But it is of the greatest historical significance that
        within a few months Rome and Italy came to believe that an illegitimate son of
        the Vicar of Christ had killed his brother out of jealousy, and that the father
        was unwilling to punish the murder. This much only is certain, that Caesar
        Borgia soon displayed in his open deeds a jealous ambition, daring and
        cowardly, which was quite capable of fratricide, and that through all his
        career he remained the darling of his father’s heart.
        
The Pope’s contrition lasted but for a little. That
        fatal paternal passion which Balzac has pictured in Pere Goriot seems to have replaced in his old age the lust that had ruled him down to its
        very threshold, and before the summer was over he was discussing plans by which
        Caesar, laying down the purple, was to become a prince like his dead brother.
        It was said that the first step suggested was that his brother Jofre’s wife, his adultery with whom was suspected by all Rome,
        should be divorced and married to him. If this plan was entertained, it was
        soon abandoned, but the divorce of Lucrezia was accomplished at the end of
        December, 1497, by what all Italy called open perjury.
        
Meantime Savonarola, fearing to draw the interdict
        upon Florence, was silent, while the government was using every effort to have
        his excommunication annulled. But the wrath of Alexander was implacable. So far
        from restoring Savonarola, he even threatened to demand that he be surrendered
        for punishment at Rome. Then Savonarola’s patience was exhausted, and on
        Christmas day, after six months’ silence, he said mass and gave communion to a
        vast congregation. Soon after he announced that he would preach, beginning on
        Septuagesima Sunday (February 11, 1498). The Vicar of the Archbishop forbade
        any one to attend the sermon on penalty of being denied confession, the sacrament,
        and burial in consecrated ground. But the Signory sent him word that it would
        be well for him to keep quiet. The preacher discussed the authority of the
        Pope, and, again protesting his orthodoxy and his Catholicity, asserted the
        right of every honest conscience to resist unjust commands. “When I reflect”,
        he cried, “on the life led by priests, I am constrained to weep. O my brethren
        and my children, shed tears for the woes of the Church, so that the Lord may
        call the priests to repentance, for it is plain that terrible chastisement
        awaits them. The tonsure is the seat of all iniquity. It begins in Rome, where
        the clergy, who make mock of Christ and the saints, are worse than Turks and
        Moors. Not only do they refuse to suffer for the Lord’s sake, but men traffic
        with the sacraments. At this day there is a trade in benefices, which are sold
        to the highest bidder! Think ye that Jesus Christ will any longer permit this?
        Woe, woe to Italy and to Rome! Come, come, O priests! Come, my brethren, let us
        do our best to revive a little the love of God! O father, we shall be cast into
        prison; we shall be done to death. So let it be. They may kill me as they
        please, but they will never tear Christ from my heart. I am ready to die for my
        God. Thou hast been in Rome and dost know the life of these priests. Tell me,
        wouldst thou hold them to be pillars of the Church, or temporal lords? Have
        they not courtiers and grooms and horses and dogs ? Are not their mansions
        full of tapestries and silks, of perfumes and lackeys? Seemeth it to thee that this is the Church of God? Their vainglory filleth the world, and their avarice is equally vast. They do all things for gold. O
        Lord, Lord, smite them with thy sword!”
        
This was war to the death, and the monk felt himself
        called of God to it. The last day of carnival he gave the sacrament to a great
        crowd and went up into a high pulpit in the open square. Holding the host on
        high, he prayed, “O Lord, if my deeds be not sincere, if my words be not
        inspired by thee, strike me dead on the instant”. Never had the results of his
        preaching been greater. Each new discourse was printed and carried over all
        Italy and the world. The wrath of the Pope was intense. The Florentine
        ambassador wrote from Rome how he had burst out in a fury before many of the
        cardinals, threatening to ruin the Republic and the friar together. Every
        enemy of the city was up in arms against her, and civil discord was threatening
        within. The friar was as much hated as loved. The Compagnacci,
        the lewd fellows of the baser sort who disliked puritan-laws and wanted back
        again the old debaucheries of the carnival; the Arrabbiati,
        who wanted to overthrow the Republic and set up an oligarchy of their own
        faction; the Greys, or adherents of the Medici, were united in only one thing,
        their dislike of Savonarola and his followers, who were called the Piagnoni or Snivellers. Their puritan inquisition was
        doubtless very irksome to all who did not share their exalted zeal. And so on
        the 17th of March a new Signory inhibited Savonarola from preaching. He obeyed,
        but turned to his last resort, the General Council, threatened by many
        reformers, feared by every Pope for two generations.
        
The theory of Conciliar Supremacy, victorious at
        Constance, promulgated with greater emphasis and clearness at Basle, had been
        buried when the discredited remnant of that Council broke up in 1449. But its spectre would not down, and rose threateningly amid the
        triumphs and feasts of the autocratic Papacy. It was doubtless held by the
        great body of the French clergy as a part of Gallicanisin or the local independence of the national Church under its own hierarchy, which
        had been established by the Pragmatic Sanction of 1438. Even in Germany, whose
        princes weakly surrendered the concordats of Constance and Basle in the Vienna
        concordat of 1448, there were still many defenders of the idea that the Pope
        was not the absolute monarch of the visible Kingdom of God, but the constitutional
        ruler of the Church. Every Pope since Nicholas V. had taken pains directly or
        indirectly to deny the doctrine of Conciliar Supremacy and evade the decrees of
        the Church which provided for the regular assembly of a General Council. Pius
        II. expressly forbade any appeal from his authority to a General Council.
        Almost every reformer that we have mentioned, and many others, had reiterated
        the demand and longing for a common meeting of Christendom to reform the
        Church. Every conclave of cardinals had before the election of another Vicar of
        Christ renewed the demand or agreement that the decisions of former conclaves
        and councils in regard to the calling of a new General Council for the reform
        of the Church in head and members should be carried out. And every Pope had
        broken the agreement or evaded the demand. In 1482 a Dominican, Andreas, Bishop
        of Crain in Epirus, having first vainly tried to persuade Sixtus IV to summon a Council, posted on the doors of the cathedral of Basle a letter
        to the Pope and a call to Christendom to meet in General Council for the reform
        of the Church in head and members. He was arrested and imprisoned for life. The
        banished Cardinal Giuliano della Rovere had been trying for several years to call Europe to a General Council to hear
        his complaints against Alexander VI. Savonarola himself had often hinted in
        vague and veiled terms of a General Council, and written of it privately to the
        King of France, and it was therefore no new or heretical idea that he now
        determined to realize.
        
He made copies of a letter to the princes of Europe,
        which had been ready for some time, and prepared to send them by trusty
        messengers to the rulers of France, Germany, Spain, England, and Hungary. They
        began:
        
The moment of vengeance has arrived. The Lord commands
        me to reveal new secrets and to make known to the world the peril which
        threatens the bark of St. Peter... Now I hereby testify, in the word of the
        Lord, that this Alexander is no Pope, nor can be held as one; inasmuch as,
        leaving aside the mortal sin of simony... and likewise putting aside his other
        manifest vices, I declare that he is no Christian and believes in no God, the
        which surpasses the height of all infidelity. These charges he offered to
        prove, not by argument and evidences alone, but by signs and portents given by
        God to attest his truth. Most of these letters were never sent, but one of his
        messengers on the road to France was robbed by Milanese bandits, and his despatches sold to the Duke, who sent them to the Pope.
        
And at the very moment when he was betrayed to his worst
        enemy abroad, Savonarola fell into the power of his cruel foes at home. The
        Franciscans had from the beginning opposed his work. And a certain friar,
        Francesco of Puglia, of that order, after denouncing him in the pulpit as a
        heretic and a false prophet, challenged him to the ordeal by fire. Domenico,
        who had taken Savonarola’s place as preacher, at once accepted the challenge in
        his master’s stead. It was a glorious opportunity for the friar’s enemies, and,
        though the Franciscan tried to draw back, and Savonarola at first rebuked his
        friend’s zeal, the keen politicians soon gave such official recognition to the
        affair that one side or the other had to publicly submit and withdraw. The
        whole city fell into a fever of excitement, and after a long discussion it was
        finally decided in the City Council that the trial by fire should take place as
        the easiest way of quieting the uproar; though one speaker sarcastically
        suggested that the trial be by water, as less dangerous, for if the friar could
        go through it without getting wet, he would certainly join in asking his
        pardon. Savonarola had tried to prevent the trial, but when it was determined
        he felt assured that his champion would walk through unharmed. The same
        enthusiasm spread to his followers, and the brethren of San Marco addressed a
        letter to the Pope, saying that three hundred of them, besides many laymen,
        were willing to pass through the fire in defence of
        their master’s doctrines. The Franciscan champion, a substitute for the
        original, had asserted from the first that if he entered the flames he should
        perish, and when the day arrived, and all Florence waited for the spectacle, he
        did not come. After hours had been passed in unprofitable discussion, darkness
        fell on a wearied and disappointed city. The champion of San Marco had been
        ready and eager for the trial, but the enemies of Savonarola spread abroad the
        report that he had balked the multitude of their miracle or their tragedy. It
        was a crime unforgivable by the Florentines, and Savonarola was delivered into
        the hands of his enemies.
        
The afternoon of the next day a mob stormed the
        convent. They found no easy task, for some lay brethren had concealed arms in
        the cellar a few days before. Savonarola wanted to bear all things, and calling
        the brethren to the choir, intoned the chant Salvum fac populum tuum Domine. But there was a stern
        resistance in many parts of the building. A young German monk wrested a weapon
        from the hands of one of the mob and laid about him mightily, chanting at every
        stroke, Salvum fac populum tuum Domine. When they broke into the sacristy, the
        praying monks beat them out again with the heavy crucifixes and candlesticks.
        The steps of the choir were stained with blood, and the church rang to the
        shots of the arquebuse which two brethren had planted
        by the side of the great crucifix on top of the altar. In the midst of it all
        the police arrested Savonarola by order of the Signory.
        
He was put to the torture. Just what he said we do not
        know, for it is evident that the published confessions were, like the published
        confessions of Joan of Arc, garbled. But we know enough to believe that, like
        Joan of Arc, he admitted that his voices and visions were false. And in this he
        denied his own belief. For he had always thought he was a prophet, for which
        all the people at one time held him. It does not appear, however, that there
        was anything in his predictions more supernatural than in those of Joan of
        Arc, and his voices and visions were like those of many men of his time.
        Columbus heard a voice from heaven bidding him sail on. That most engaging
        gossip and man of science, Cardano, had the most
        implicit faith in his most extraordinary dreams, and believed himself, like
        Socrates, to be directed by a demon. Benevento Cellini tells us his father had “a
        certain touch of prophecy, which was doubtless a divine gift”, and that amiable
        scoundrel himself, when shut up in prison with nothing else to do, had vivid
        and splendid visions of the glory of God. And visions are recorded in more than
        one biography of our own century. Savonarola’s confessions, that through all
        his desires to reform the Church there was the hope of doing great things in
        Italy and beyond the borders, of preaching things at the Council of which I
        might be proud, of thinking himself higher than any cardinal or Pope if he had
        reformed the Church, were probably true enough. For the last infirmity is found
        as commonly as elsewhere in the noblest minds which labor with perfect honesty
        for pure religion.
        
The failure of the miracle caused his downfall. The
        false confession that he had deceived the people by his visions brought death.
        For the multitude had not followed him to learn truth, but to hear politics.
        His rapid and violent reformations had in the popular heart no roots of true
        religion. The Florentines were, after all, only better in degree than the rest
        of the Italians. They lacked the first national quality of patience, and would
        bear no yoke except the yoke that tyranny held firm upon their shoulders. Even
        the monks of San Marco wrote to the Pope asking forgiveness for having followed
        Savonarola. The fineness of his doctrine; the rectitude of his life, the
        holiness of his manners; his pretended devotion, and the good results he
        obtained by purging the city of immorality, usury, and every species of vice;
        the different events which confirmed his prophecies in a manner beyond all
        human power and imagination, and which were so numerous and of such a nature that
        we could never have been able to renounce our faith in him unless he himself
        had made retraction declaring that his words were not inspired by God  these were the things they alleged in excuse
        for having been his friends.
        
Savonarola’s cup of bitterness was almost full, but he
        still had to endure more tortures at a fresh trial before two Papal
        commissioners, who were sent, according to the talk of Rome, with instructions
        to put him to death, even if he were another John the Baptist. On the 28th of
        May, 1498, with two of his brethren, he was degraded and unfrocked by his
        Bishop, handed over to the secular arm as heretic and schismatic by the Papal
        commissioners, and hanged and burned by the Signory of Florence.
        
        
CHAPTER XIX.
        
THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF BORGIA.
        
        
IN order to understand the subsequent history of the
        family of Borgia, which had bought the Papacy, we must remember that such
        family histories were common enough in Italy during the last half of the
        fifteenth century. The spectacle of Alexander and Caesar ruling in the name of
        Jesus of Nazareth over his disciples is not an isolated phenomenon. The Church
        did not breed this disease within herself. Rather the weakness brought on by
        her own corruption was unable to resist the contagion of the times. Just as the della Rovere (Sixtus IV, Julius II), terrible, sagacious, magnificent,
        patrons of art, are a picture of the good tyrant of their generation, so the
        Borgias are a perfect example of the bad tyrant. For a certain character of
        wickedness was common enough among the large and small tyrants of the age to
        form the bearers of it into a distinct type, monstrous, inhuman, incredible,
        only to be matched in the pages of Suetonius and Tacitus. It is needless to
        suggest illustrations. John Webster’s Duchess of Malfi or White Devil gives in classic form a clear impression of the type, and
        it is etched in Browning’s little poem, My Last Duchess. The insult to
        humanity in such lives was made more palpable by the smallness of the states
        they ruled. While the Caesars filled the streets of Rome with blood and their
        villas with lust, the cities of the Empire, enjoying the justice of their
        municipal governments, heard of these crimes as distant rumors. But the
        tyrants of Italy had raised their power on the ruins of the ancient
        municipalities, and their movements were talked over by every gossip of the
        little cities of which they were masters. It does not seem unhistorical to see
        in the flourishing growth of such a type under such circumstances very strong
        evidence that the social organism of Italy at the end of the fifteenth century
        was rotted through and through. When an indictment is drawn against a whole
        people by historians, the bill of particulars is apt to be made up of special
        instances of private or public wickedness which have been recorded because they
        were unusual, or else of vague lamentations by contemporaries over the
        degeneracy of the times. But the future historian who should regard simply the
        record of murders and lynchings in the United States for the past ten years, or
        read only certain extracts from Ruskin or Carlyle, would hardly get a fair view
        of the morality of the Americans. It is possible to collect many isolated
        notices which indicate a desperate condition of moral depravity in Italy at the
        close of the fifteenth century. Venice had eleven thousand courtesans, a
        proportion which would give over one hundred thousand to New York. In the year
        1459 seven princes received Pius II at Florence. All of them were bastards.
        Such facts as these seem to be significant; but who shall say whether they are
        not offset by the abundant evidences of a beautiful family life, the memories
        of gracious and gentle women, of noble bishops and pious teachers, the records
        of the continuous foundation of hospitals, whose size and care of the sick
        filled Luther with astonishment? As Burckhardt suggests, “The ultimate truth
        with respect to the character, the conscience, the guilt of a people remains
        forever a secret.” But surely the political conditions of Italy in the fifteenth
        century suggest very strongly that lust and luxury, or something else, had
        weakened among the people the fundamental qualities of courage, patience, and
        self-sacrifice. How else could the vile and monstrous regiment of many of her
        tyrants have been borne, or only broken by lawless revolts which made the last
        state of the cities worse than the first?
        
An Italian tyrant of this most evil type was now Vicar
        of Christ, and when the friar of San Marco was dead he had nothing to fear.
        With Savonarola in freedom, Alexander had cause to remember the fate of John
        XXIII. Had a man of the same will, eloquence, and sincerity appeared in the
        north, farther from Rome and amid a people of greater patience and tenacity, he
        could not have been so silenced. For the world was filled with fears and hopes
        of some great catastrophe. On the banks of the Tiber and the Rhine prophecies
        were circulated, dark and threatening as the Florentine monk’s, of some awful
        judgment of God upon the degenerate Church. The King of France had a medal
        struck bearing the inscription,  “I will
        destroy Babylon”, and the rulers of Spain and Germany threatened schism more
        than once.
        
But when Savonarola was gone no man was left to give
        point to the anger of the world, and the spectre of a
        General Council being laid, Alexander could devote himself to arranging a
        marriage for Caesar. The King of Naples refused with indignation the hand of
        his daughter, but finally promised the hand of a bastard of his house to the
        divorced Lucrezia, and they were married in July, 1498. The next month Caesar
        publicly laid aside the cardinal’s purple, and in December journeyed to France.
        The money for his costly outfit had been obtained by selling Church offices,
        confiscating the estates of accused prelates, and by the fines of three hundred
        people absolved from sudden accusation of heresy. The new King of France, who
        wanted the help of the Pope for a second invasion of Italy, received him with
        honor, made him Duke of Valence, and married him to a sister of the King of Navarre.
        The Pope, Venice, and France formed a league for mutual gain. France was to
        have Milan; Venice, Cremona; and Caesar, French troops to conquer the Romagna,
        suppress its petty tyrants, ancient vassals of the Papacy, and form a
        principality for himself.
        
On the 6th of October, 1499, King Louis entered Milan
        in triumph; and a lot of Italian princelings followed the invading army as
        jackals follow the lion.
        
Already the Pope had declared that the lords of
        Romagna had forfeited their lands for failure to pay tribute, and the plan of
        the Borgia was openly declared. Caesar possessed no mean resources for his
        undertaking. In France he had become reconciled to della Rovere, the only powerful cardinal who still remained
        in opposition. And the truce was sealed by the marriage of the Cardinal’s
        nephew to a Papal niece. The house of Este, the oldest in Italy, rulers of
        Ferrara, backed all his undertakings, and the heir of the house was soon to
        marry his sister Lucrezia. He was in very friendly correspondence with the
        Gonzaga of Mantua, and two years later they were to betroth their daughter to
        his son. The King of France gave him troops, including a thousand Swiss
        mercenaries, and, with his own hired soldiers, he mustered eight thousand men.
        The treasures of the Church furnished the sinews of war. On the 1st of December
        he took the town of Imola, and in January his army
        entered Forli. The gifts of the two hundred thousand pilgrims who came to
        obtain the blessing of Alexander VI were timely, for Caesar’s expenses were
        over eighteen hundred ducats a day, and a further gain was made by levying on
        all ecclesiastical incomes the “Turkish tenth” for a threatened crusade.
        
At the end of February the sudden return of the Duke
        of Milan compelled the French King to recall the troops loaned to Caesar, and
        he returned to Rome in triumph. All the cardinals received him as he rode in at
        the head of his mercenaries, and the city gave in his honor a great spectacle the
        triumph of Julius Caesar. He went at once to kneel at the feet of his father.
        He was clad, Spanish fashion, in black, and greeted the old man in his own
        beloved tongue. The Pope was hysterical for joy, weeping and laughing in a
        breath, to see his family once more united around him. Five months later, as
        Lucrezia’s husband, the young Neapolitan Prince, came out of St. Peter’s
        Church, assassins fell upon him with daggers, left him for dead on the steps,
        and springing upon the horses of some mounted men waiting in the street, made
        off. The Prince dragged himself to the Pope and accused Caesar of the deed. His
        wife and his sister-in-law tended his sick-bed, and for fear of poison cooked
        his food themselves. The Pope set a guard of sixteen men for his defence. Caesar came to see him, and as he went out turned
        and said, “What does not happen at midday may happen at night”. A few days
        later he came again, drove Lucrezia and Sancia from
        the room, called in his hangman, and the wounded man was strangled in his bed.
        There is uncertainty about the details of this story, “accurate details of such
        occurrences would probably be very difficult to obtain,” but there was no
        mystery about this murder in the house of Borgia. Alexander acknowledged that
        the final murderous assault had been made by Caesar, but said he had great
        provocation. There is no need to seek, like the common talk of Rome, for
        strange and dark motives. It may have been the sudden flaming out of personal
        hatred, or Caesar may have wanted to use his sister’s hand for the third time
        in his desperate game of ambition.
        
Whether Alexander’s attempts to defend the victim
        were real or feigned, he accepted the deed when it was done, and turned to the
        task of gathering gold for Caesar’s army. The next month twelve new cardinals
        paid ten thousand florins apiece for their red hats. And the winter campaign of
        Caesar was so vigorous that in the spring the Pope named him Duke of Romagna,
        with Imola, Forli, Pesaro, Rimini, Faenza, Cesena,
        and Fano for his dominions, and thirty-six thousand florins yearly income paid
        by Florence to purchase peace.
        
Caesar became supreme in Rome, and the city trembled
        before his will. His father smiled on his pleasures enough to be present at a
        most scandalous banquet, followed by a performance which was called in the
        diaries and letters of the times the dance of the fifty courtesans. A Venetian
        who dared to write a pamphlet on the Pope and his son was found strangled in
        the Tiber. Alexander expressed his regret to the ambassador, and explained that
        his son was a man of good disposition, but constitutionally unable to bear an
        insult.
        
It must have been during this year that a letter from
        a friend in Rome to a certain Sylvius de Sabellis, a
        refugee at the imperial court, was printed in Germany and spread over the
        world. It describes the Pope as worse than Mohammed, an Antichrist, than whom
        no more open enemy of God, opposer of Christ, and subverter of faith and
        religion could possibly be imagined. All things are for sale with this
        Pontifex. One trembles to relate the monstrous lusts, insulting both God and man,
        which are openly practised in his house. His son
        Caesar goes about surrounded, like a Turk, with harlots, and guarded by armed
        men. At a word from him any one is killed and thrown into the Tiber, or
        poisoned, and his property, both in and out his house, seized. The thirst and
        rapine of his servants are satiated with human blood, and for fear of their
        cruelty the noblest families are leaving, the best citizens are hidden, and,
        unless we are succored from such ills by the Emperor as soon as possible, needs
        must that everyone take thought to abandon the city and flee.
        
In June the fishers found a group of dead bodies in
        the Tiber, among them two young boys of eighteen and fifteen. They were Astorre and Octavian Manfredi, who had surrendered Faenza
        the year before, on solemn promise of freedom, and been lying in the castle of
        San Angelo ever since.
        
Four days later Cesar marched on another campaign. He
        took Urbino and Camerino by treachery, plundered the
        empty palace of the first, and threw the fratricidal tyrant of the second into
        prison. Every little city trembled before his craft and a will that feared
        nothing human or divine. Meanwhile, at Rome, Alexander was providing the
        finances. At this time died the Cardinal Ferrari, who had amassed enormous
        wealth in the service of the Borgia. The Pope seized his riches, and all Rome
        said that the white powder of the Borgia had been his death. No one pitied him
        much, for the satirists decorated his grave with such epigrams as this: “Here
        lies Ferrarius. The earth has his body, the bull
        [crest of the Borgias] his goods, hell his soul.” In the midst of his greatest
        success a sudden danger shook Cesar¡s triumph. His
        mercenary captains, petty tyrants who had sought refuge in his service, formed
        a conspiracy, revolted under the lead of the Cardinal Orsini, raised twelve
        thousand men, and utterly defeated Caesar’s troops under the command of two
        trusty Spanish captains. But Caesar, who never accomplished very much with the
        sword in pitched battle, was not at the end of his resources. He skilfully played upon the jealousies and fears of the
        confederates, and while negotiations were going on his agents were quieting his
        rebellious cities. One of them, Messer Ramiro, used in this work a desperate
        cruelty, and in the end of December, when he had successively blotted out all
        dangerous elements in the cities assigned to him, Caesar called him to
        conference at Cesena. Four days later his dead body was found in the
        market-place, cut in two pieces a broken tool.
        
Meantime, at Rome, the nervous Pope was plunging into
        wild amusements. One night, according to the diary of his master of ceremonies,
        he watched a procession of indecent masks which halted long beore his windows. On others Cardinal Orsini, secret head of the league against the
        Borgias, joined him, according to reports from the Venetian ambassador, at the
        gaming-tables in the Vatican, when certain fair ladies sat among the prelates.
        Alexander was anxiously awaiting news from Caesar, who was trying to persuade
        the revolted generals to meet him at Sinigaglia for a
        conference which should change the truce into lasting peace. Deluded at last by
        his solemn pledges, they entered the town on the 31st of December, leaving
        their troops scattered in detachments at various distances from the walls. The
        instant they entered the doors of the castle they were seized and disarmed. Two
        of them were strangled that night, one weeping, and the other begging as a last
        favor that the Pope would absolve him and bless his soul.
        
When Alexander received secret word of the success of
        this treachery all his court marked the sudden merriment of his manner. On the
        3d of January Cardinal Orsini was cast into prison, his palace seized, and his
        eighty-year-old mother driven into the streets, where she wandered long before
        any one dared to aid her. A quick succession of arrests followed, the house of
        each man being at once pillaged and its contents of plate and other valuables
        carried to the Vatican. On the 18th of January Caesar heard that the Roman
        enemies were safely in hand, and at once strangled the two remaining prisoners
        of Sinigaglia, Paolo Orsini and the Duke of Gravina; and on the 22d it was announced in Rome that the
        Cardinal Orsini had died in prison. In the end of February Caesar, having
        finished the reduction of the towns of his duchy, entered Rome. He was the most
        noted man in Italy. A clever diplomat like Machiavelli wondered at his
        statecraft, the King of France called the affair of Sinigaglia worthy of a Roman, and Leonardo da Vinci was glad to be in his service as
        engineer.
        
On the 29th of March the Venetian ambassador wrote
        that eighty new offices had just been created in the Curia and sold immediately
        for seven hundred and sixty florins apiece. On the 10th of April Cardinal Michiel died, after two days of sudden illness. Before
        dawn his house was stripped, and three days later the Venetian ambassador,
        going to the, found the Pope superintending an inventor of his movable property
        in the hall. On the 18th of May the Pope’s secretary, Troccio,
        fled from the city He was overtaken by a ship at Corsica, brought back and
        strangled by Micheletto in prison, while Cesar looked
        on through a window. He was accused of betraying the Borgias to France. His
        estate was confiscated. On the 8th of June the body of Jacopo Santa Croce, with
        the head beside it, lay all day on the bridge of San Angelo. His property was
        confiscated and his wife and children left penniless. On the 5th of August the
        Cardinal Monreale, nephew of the Pope, died suddenly.
        Alexander was his heir, and the Venetian ambassador reported that Rome
        estimated the estate at one hundred thousand florins, and said, “The Cardinal
        has also been sent the way that all the other well-fattened ones have gone”.
        These were violent or crafty men, but a great part of their crimes had been
        committed to serve the Borgias, and it is small wonder that a great fear fell
        on Rome. No man of prominence could die of the malignant malarial fever which
        raged that summer that awe-struck gossip did not whisper, “the poison of the
        Borgias; and all rich men began to tremble for their lives”.
        
In the midst of triumph, when their feet were on the
        necks of their enemies and they had swept all the gains of victory into their
        own coffers by destroying the servants who knew its secrets, the end suddenly
        came. On the night of his nephew’s death Alexander went with Cesar to sup in
        the garden of Cardinal Hadrian of Corneto, and on the
        12th of August both fell ill. The next morning Alexander was better and played
        cards a part of the day. It was only a brief rally for the debauchee of
        seventy-three. Whether the report is true that the Borgia had drunk by mistake
        of the poison they had prepared for their rich host, who was also violently
        ill, cannot now be determined. Most probably they all caught in the night air a
        malignant malarial fever. At all events, Alexander’s cup was full, and on the
        18th of August he died. All Rome spoke in joy and horror of his death, of the
        awful appearance of the swollen corpse, of the little black dog that ran ceaselessly
        to and fro through the halls of the Vatican the night
        before he died. The Marquis of Mantua wrote to his wife that Alexander was
        heard in his last illness to murmur, “I am coming. It is right; only wait a
        little.” The bystanders remembered that he had made a bargain with the devil to
        give his soul for twelve years of the Papacy, and the bond was four days
        overdue. The story was widely accepted, and even among those who rejected it
        the pious everywhere felt with shuddering relief that the Pope must have gone
        to hell.
        
Alexander really died after confession, the communion,
        and extreme unction, and if he called on any one, it was doubtless the Virgin
        Mary; for he had always considered himself as under her special protection. He
        had a picture painted of her, with the face of his mistress, the beautiful young
        Julia Farnese; and three years before had presented her altar with three
        hundred florins at a special service of thanksgiving for saving his life when a
        fireplace fell on him. For Alexander was not an atheist, and in all probability
        never once thought of himself as an unbeliever.
        
Caesar said afterward to Machiavelli that he had made
        preparations for every possible contingency except that he should be ill when
        his father died. As it was, he could only be carried by the six Spanish
        cardinals into the Vatican. From his sick-bed he issued orders to concentrate
        all his mercenaries at Rome and keep them under arms. He was the first to hear
        of his father’s death, and his trusty hangman, Micheletto,
        put a dagger to the throat of Cardinal Casanova and compelled the surrender of
        the key of the Papal treasure. Two chests full of gold pieces were instantly
        carried off to Caesar’s bedside. Even before he had recovered, he held court,
        surrounded by his six Spanish cardinals, as if he were a sovereign, and finally
        promised the College of Cardinals to leave Rome in three days, on condition of
        keeping the title of General of the Church.
        
On the 22d of September, 1503, the Conclave elected
        the nephew of Pius II, who took the title of Pius III. He was broken in health,
        and died in less than a month.
        
Meantime Caesar had come back to press his fortune.
        But his foes among the Roman nobility demanded his trial, his mercenaries began
        to fall away to richer lords, and when Pius died Cesar was only saved from
        death by the strong walls of San Angelo. For the Pope’s son was so hated that
        an enemy killed one of his servants to wash in his blood. He still remained,
        however, a power to be reckoned with, and the Cardinal della Rovere visited him in the castle, and they made a bargain.
        Caesar was to give the votes of the six Spanish cardinals, and in return to be
        named Standard-bearer of the Church. Della Rovere bought the rest of the votes, and was unanimously elected Pope, taking the name
        of Julius II.
        
Then the fortunes of Caesar sank lower and lower. The
        once haughty nepot begged an interview with the Duke
        of Urbino, whose inheritance he had seized, stood cap in hand before him, fell
        on his knees and begged pardon, promised with many excuses to give back all he
        had stolen from his palace, and even received his chamberlain with a bearing as
        servile as it had once been proud. He feared for his life. Volunteering for the
        service of Spain, he was carried to Madrid and thrown into prison. Escaping two
        years later, he found refuge at the court of his brother-in-law, King of
        Navarre, and in three months, at the age of thirty-one, fell in petty battle
        with a rebellious crown vassal.
        
        
CHAPTER XX.
        
HUMANISM IN EUROPE FROM THE ACCESSION OF SIXTUS IV. TO
        THE DEATH OF ALEXANDER VI. (1471-1503) THE FLORENTINE ACADEMY AND THE OXFORD
        SCHOOL. FABER STAPULENSIS AND HIS PUPILS AT PARIS. JOHN REUCHLIN AND THE OLDER
        HUMANISTS OF GERMANY. ERASMUS.
        
        
THREE chief tendencies are observable in the history
        of Italian Humanism. They can be traced from the first, but become very
        distinct with each succeeding generation. There were the pagan Humanists, like
        Valla and Filelfo, the men who lived in the moral atmosphere
        of heathenism and practised not only the style, but
        the vices, of antiquity. We have seen in the person of Savonarola a learned
        puritanism which desired to take from the New Learning only what might help to
        renew religion and purify morals. We must now consider a middle Humanism, which
        hoped to make the world better by uniting the New Testament and the philosophy
        of antiquity.
        
The origin of this party is plainly marked in the
        visit of Gemistos Platon to
        the Council of Florence in 1438. He came in the train of the Greek Emperor, to
        arrange a union between the Greek and Latin Church as the price of help against
        the Turks. He was a native of Constantinople, eighty-three years old, and
        reputed the most learned man who spoke the Greek tongue. He did but little for
        the cause of union, but much for that cause which lay nearest his heart the
        inauguration of a new religion, founded on the teaching of Plato, which was to
        unite East and West, Mohammedan and Christian.
        
Plato was then almost unknown in Italy, and the charm
        of the old man's conversation carried away Cosimo de Medici. He determined to
        educate Marsiglio Ficino, the six-year-old son of his physician, to become the
        translator and interpreter of Plato to Western Christendom. Platon published in Italy several works pointing out the superiority of Plato over
        Aristotle. In these it appeared that Platon’s system
        of the world was antichristian, for his idea of the eternal existence of an
        abstract, unchangeable necessity seemed to leave no place for miracle, responsibility,
        or redemption. Such opinions awoke a storm of opposition, and the defenders of
        Aristotle used to the fullest the charge of heresy against the assailer of the
        philosophy of all the orthodox. Platon returned to
        Greece, and died in the middle of the century, nearly a hundred years old. Some
        ten years later Sigismondo Pandelfo Malatesta, Lord of Rimini and General of Venetian mercenaries against the Turk,
        brought the bones of Platon to Rimini, and buried
        them in the Church of San Francesco, which was his family tomb.
        
From Platon proceeded two
        schools of thought which, despite their common origin, grew to diametrical
        opposition; even as the hierarchical tendency which formed the Papal system,
        and the predestination theology which the Protestant Reformers opposed to it,
        were both justly supported by the authority of Augustine. Pomponius Leto, one
        of Platon’s scholars, became the founder of the Roman
        Academy and the centre of the neopagans. Under the
        patronage of Lorenzo, the grandson of Cosimo, the Florentine Academy, led by
        Marsiglio Ficino, became the centre of true Platonic
        influences. For Ficino did not stop with the half-Platonism of Platon. In the original he found the spiritual philosophy
        with which he Platonized the New Testament, but did not destroy it. The great
        festival of the Florentine Academy on the birthday of Plato was usually held in
        the beautiful villa Careggi, in whose rooms, opening
        on one side into the shady porticoes of the court with its gently running
        fountains, and looking out on the other upon Florence and the Tuscan hills, Lorenzo
        entertained the little company with a dinner and music, followed by reading and
        discussion of Plato’s works. In the summer heat they sought refuge in the
        woods, and under the shade of the lofty planes beside the mountain brook discussed
        the things of the soul while their eyes traversed the vale of the Arno, seeking vainly the gleam of the distant sea.
        
Ficino lectured on Plato from the pulpit of the
        cathedral, discussing the religious philosophy of our Plato here in the midst
        of the church, and meditating in the holy places on the holy truth. For to him
        the ideas of Plato were prophecies in philosophic form of the teaching of
        Christ, and he found in the life of Socrates types of the life of Jesus; such
        as the cock he offered before death, the cup he drank, and his last words. At
        the age of forty he was ordained priest, and though he Platonized the Gospel,
        there is little doubt that he ardently desired to promote the influence of
        Christ in the world by training men who, like Him, were followers of truth.
        
This personal relation to Christ, which grew upon the
        head of the Florentine Academy in spite of the mystic thinking and allegorizing
        interpretation that made Jesus teach the theology of Plato, appears very
        plainly in Giovanni Pico, Prince of Mirandola (1463-94). From his youth he evinced great aptitude for study, and came to Rome
        at the age of twenty-four, a heralded prodigy of learning. He posted nine
        hundred theses for discussion, offering in princely fashion to pay the expenses
        of any disputants who desired to come from a distance. But Innocent VIII was
        moved to prohibit the discussion, and a theological commission pronounced
        thirteen of the propositions heretical. Pico published an apology written in
        twenty days, marked by wide learning and a superficial subtlety. But he was not
        declared free from heresy till just before his death. This experience was for
        the youth the end of licentious and frivolous living. He turned to virtue,
        burned his book of wanton verses of love and other like fantasies, and gave
        himself fervently to the study of Holy Scripture. He undertook it under the
        burden of profound erudition. He had read libraries of the old fathers of the
        Church; he had mastered all the cognition of philosophy both of the old
        teachers and the new schools; he knew many languages; he was very learned in
        all the subtle and cunning disputations of the Cabala. He became a master of
        allegorical interpretation, and found all the philosophy of Plato in the books
        of Moses. He made a cipher system, apparently somewhat similar to that by which
        a Western student has drawn the secret history of the times of Elizabeth from
        the plays of Shakespeare. For by manipulations of the Hebrew letters of the
        first word of Genesis he concludes that Moses meant to say by it, “The Father,
        in the Son and by the Son, the beginning and end, or rest, created the
        supercelestial, the empyrean, and the sublunary sphere, fitly joined together.”
        
That he might be undiverted from his studies he sold his princedom to his nephew and gave great part of the
        price to the poor. He was content with mean fare, but retained somewhat of his
        old state in the use of silver plate. He prayed often, and gave plenteously to
        relieve the miseries of such needy people as he came by the knowledge of. In
        Holy Week he scourged himself for the cleansing of his old offences and in the
        remembrance of the great benefit of the passion and death of Christ suffered
        for our sake. To a man accustomed to vice, who sought discourse with him on the
        nature of virtue, he said, “If we had ever before our eyes the painful death of
        Christ which he suffered for love of us; and then if we would again think upon
        our own death, we should surely beware of sin”; and the man forsook his evil
        ways. Pico once told his nephew, as they walked in an orchard at Ferrara, that
        when he had finished certain books he meant to give all his substance to the
        poor, and with the crucifix in hand to walk barefoot about the world,
        preaching Christ. When he came to die, in the flower of his youth, the priest,
        holding up the crucifix, inquired whether he firmly believed it to be the image
        of him that was very God and very man, together with the other doctrines that
        belong to the faith of the Church. Pico answered that he not only believed, but
        certainly knew it, and said he was glad to die, because death made an end of
        sin. He lay then with a pleasant and merry countenance, and in the very pangs
        of death spoke as though he saw the heavens opened. He made the poor of the
        hospital of Florence heir of all his lands.
        
About the close of the fifteenth century another
        transalpine land began to feel the impulse of the New Learning. It was carried
        to England by men like Linacre, physician to Henry VIII, and Grocyn, who, having studied Greek in Italy, was the first
        to give good instruction in it at Oxford. Rut it was first made widely
        effective by John Colet. He was descended on both sides from gentlefolk and
        inherited a large fortune. On finishing his course at Oxford he went to Italy
        in 1493, and came home in 1496. We have no details of his travels and studies.
        He returned apparently unimpressed by the arts of Italy, except music, which he
        loved, and possessed of the spirit which had mastered the Florentine Platonists,
        the spirit of intense devotion to the Bible and personal loyalty to Christ. He
        settled at Oxford, where he began to lecture on the Epistle to the Romans.
        These expositions were very different from the scholia in isolated texts, or
        the diffuse discussion of logical distinctions unknown to the writers, which
        formed the common method of interpretation of the books of the Bible. His
        philological remarks are illustrated from his reading, including patristic,
        classic, and contemporary writings. But he does not stop short with such
        comments. He is continually turning aside into practical applications; no threads
        of nine days long drawn from an anti-theme of half an inch, but true
        parentheses of passionate feeling. He had a keen historical sense, also, and
        tries constantly to keep the readers in touch with the personality, the
        thought, and the feeling of Paul and the Romans, and thus make the sentences
        vivid and potent.
        
A man of Colet’s power and learning gathered scholars
        round him, not only hearers, but friends. The most noted of these was Thomas
        More, born in 1478. His father, Sir Thomas More, placed him in the household of
        the Lord Chancellor, the Archbishop Morton. There his wit soon distinguished
        him, and his master was wont to say to his guests, “This child here waiting at
        table will prove a marvellous man”. At Morton’s wish
        he was sent to Oxford, where Colet formed such a high opinion of his powers
        that he was afterward accustomed to speak of him as the one genius in England.
        More was admitted to the bar in 1500, and began practice in London. He used the
        right of teaching conferred by his degree to give a course of lectures on Augustine’s City of God in the Church of St. Lawrence, of which Grocyn was Rector. They attracted much attention and were well attended, and at the
        age of twenty-five he was sent to Parliament. When the royal grant for the wars
        was about to be passed in silence, young More, daring to attack it, so rallied
        the House that the final vote was only a fourth of the amount asked. Because of
        the King s displeasure, he found it wise to retire from public life. He thought
        of a monastery, but by the advice of Colet, who came up to London about this
        time to take the duties of Dean of St. Paul’s, he married and remained, as the
        phrase was, in the world. He occpied his enforced
        leisure with study, being chiefly attracted by the life and works of Pico della Mirandola. Thus he remained
        in obscurity, solacing himself with his family, his books, and his friends,
        until the accession of Henry VIII (1509) set free from fear and idleness.
        
Of all the transalpine lands, France was the first to
        begin the study of Greek, an unmistakable sign of the stirring of the spirit of
        the New Learning. But the first Frenchman who learned enough Greek to do
        anything with it seems to have been Faber Stapulensis (Jacques Lefèvre d’Etaples), 1455-1536.
        
Having acquired the title of Doctor at Paris, he went
        to Italy in 1492, and probably spent two years there, visiting Florence, Rome,
        and joining in the circle of scholars who gathered round the printing-house of
        Aldus Manutius in Venice. The knowledge which he brought back he devoted more
        and more to the study of the Bible, abandoning in its favor the classic authors
        who had once been his favorites. He was a frail little man, bent over by much
        study, with a beautiful face, at once earnest and gentle. The scholars who came
        to learn of him in Paris all loved him, and of the opponents he soon aroused,
        none seems to have felt anything but respect for the purity and honesty of his
        life and the natural kindliness of his disposition. For whether among poor
        begging scholars, or with his friend, the scion of the great house of
        Briçonnet, whose forefathers had been officers of State and Church for
        generations, or as court chaplain to the princes of Navarre, Faber bore himself
        “at manhood’s simple level.” He was firmly devoted to the system and worship of
        the Church, by principle opposed to schism, and by nature averse to revolution.
        But the more he studied the Scripture the more it became evident to him that
        the preaching of the clergy and the method of training them needed reform, and
        during the closing years of the fifteenth century, while he was teaching in
        Paris or making a pious pilgrimage to Rome, his knowledge of the Bible and his
        convictions that the world and the Church were ignorant of it grew steadily.
        Very likely he may have already formed the hope of giving the Bible to the
        people of France in their own tongue. At all events he was forming that clearer
        method of exegesis which was the inheritance of his spiritual descendants.
        Afterward, developed by the genius of Calvin, it was the contribution of the
        French to the Protestant Reformation, of universal influence even upon
        Anglicans, Lutherans, and Arminians who rejected the
        characteristic French theology.
        
But it was in Germany that Humanism was to find its
        second home. Before the end of the fifteenth century, while the New Learning in
        France and England was scarcely more than the possession of a little group of
        scholars at one university, the spirit of Humanism was appearing here and there
        through the cities, the universities, and the pulpits of the whole north and centre of the German Empire. The forerunners had, for the
        most part, brought it over the Alps as a help in their efforts to promote the
        better study of theology and the reform of religion. But by the seventies it
        had become in Germany the educational mode for all active spirits to train the
        human mind, not according to the narrow rubrics of the scholastic system, but
        to give it a liberal education. How broad that ideal was may be seen by the
        book which the Emperor Maximilian (born in 1459 and afterward the idol and
        patron of the Humanists) caused to be made to describe his education. The
        pictures of the Weiss Konig show the Prince studying
        everything, from theology to magic and from fortification to astrology. How
        prevalent the ideal was is apparent in the single observation that this first
        generation of German Humanists, men born about the middle of the fifteenth
        century, found at Oxford, at Paris, and in the universities along the Rhine and
        the Danube that impulse which the Forerunners had crossed the Alps to find in
        the valleys of the Arno and the Tiber.
        
They were conscious also of a strong national and
        patriotic feeling, and were worthy successors of Gregor of Heimburg.
        This patriotic feeling began to appear in a tendency to write in German and
        speak to the common people. Yet it was not a polemic age. Those of the Older
        German Humanists who lived over into the sixteenth century were summoned to
        range themselves in two great intellectual wars; but the last third of the
        fifteenth century was a time of comparatively quiet labor, when the new leaven
        was slowly leavening the whole lump. This secret process appears plainly in two
        signs: the successive creation at the more progressive universities, like
        Erfurt, Heidelberg, Freiburg, and Basle, of the new chair of Eloquence and
          Poetry; and in the foundation of learned societies, which were either
        local, uniting the Humanists of a single city, or of wider range, like the two
        great societies of the Rhine and the Danube. These societies kept alive their
        common feeling by an extensive learned correspondence, and expressed their
        common purpose by the attempted publication of literary monuments of classic
        antiquity or the ancient Latin chronicles of Germany.
        
Among the Older Humanists of Germany the three
        tendencies which we have observed among the men of the New Learning in Italy
        make themselves apparent, but not in the same proportion. For, while the pagan tendency
        ruled almost absolutely at Rome, and perhaps prevailed everywhere in Italy
        except in Florence, it is much less prominent in Germany. Its best
        representative is Conrad Celtes (1459-1509). He
        finished the education he had received at various German universities by six months
        in Italy, and on his return received from the city of Nuremberg the poet’s
        crown. The next ten years he spent in wandering over Germany, teaching
        eloquence and poetry, now in one and now in another university, until at last
        he received a longed-for call to the University of Vienna, where he spent ten
        years as head of the new College of Mathematics and Poetry. There he died at
        the age of fifty, worn out by the excesses of an evil life. He wrote
        occasionally on theological themes, and even made pilgrimages in hope of being
        cured of disease, but he cared little for religion. He was a true epicurean,
        bent on enjoying in this life, which before was nothing, and shall again become
        nothing, sleep, wine, friendship, and philosophy. Patriotism was his master passion.
        His wanderings were partly caused by the wish to see all parts of the
        fatherland, and he divides his poem Amores,
        which seems to have been as promiscuously inspired as the love poetry of Burns,
        into four books, named, indeed, after four heroines, but arranged according to
        the four provinces of Germany. He advises his countrymen not to flock over the
        Alps, and proudly calls the Italians to come and study in that Germany which
        had given to letters the glorious discovery of printing, was the seat of the
        Empire and therefore the true home of laws, and would soon surpass Italy in
        poetry and eloquence. The great unfinished work of his life, Germania Illustrata, an historical and geographical description
        of the German Empire, was the praise of the fatherland; and his pleasure in it
        never flagged.
        
The second tendency of Humanism, the ecclesiastical,
        whose carriers desired to use the New Learning as a better tool for the reform
        of morals and religion, was more powerful in the first generation of German
        Humanism than it ever was in Italy. It is well represented by three men who
        lived as friends in and about the city of Strasbourg. Jacob Wimpheling (1450-1528) was educated at the University of Erfurt, the first in Germany to
        establish a chair of Eloquence and Poetry. There he found the New
        Learning in full tide, and received from the inscription in a church of the
        city, Noli peccare Deus videt, an ineradicable impression. Returning
        to the University of Heidelberg, he pursued the study of the classics without
        direction from the professors; and when Johann von Dalburg,
        just returned from Italy, was made Bishop of Worms (1482), and began to reform
        the discipline and instruction of the University, Wimpheling became his right-hand man. He also published a defence of the Elector Frederick, whose efforts to reform the clergy of his state had
        brought against him an accusation of disrespect to the Pope. Soon after Wimpheling became cathedral preacher at Speyer, where he
        attacked the sins of the clergy and people, formed association and
        correspondence with all the men of the New Learning within reach, and plunged
        into the long debate over the Virgin Mary, as a defender of the Immaculate
        Conception. From these labors he was called to the chair of Eloquence and
        Poetry at Heidelberg. He relinquished his work there to fulfil his promise made
        to an old friend to retire with him to a hermitage. But the plan was stopped.
        His friend was suddenly elected Bishop of Basle, and Wimpheling was persuaded to settle in Strasbourg to finish an edition of the works of
        Gerson and promote the cause of letters and religion in South Germany.
        
The active persuader to this resolution was Geiler of Kaisersberg (1445-15
        10). He was educated at the new University of Freiburg, where he seems to have
        been too much of a dandy, for it is recorded that when he became a magister he
        was obliged to solemnly swear that for two years he would not wear either
        pointed shoes or a certain kind of neckwear. When he had finished his studies
        at Basle, having learned gravity as well as theology, he became a preacher at
        the cathedral, and soon after lectured on theology at Freiburg. This position
        he relinquished to become cathedral preacher at Strasbourg. There he gave
        himself for the rest of his life to the attempt to reform the morals of the
        city. In his sermons, where language so frank and popular as sometimes to shock
        even that rude age is sprinkled with quotations from the classics, he lashed
        every sort of sin and every rank of sinner. The prince neglecting religion and
        plundering the people; the small tradesman in the City Council afraid to vote
        according to his conscience for fear of losing some one’s custom; the young
        nobles who stroll into church with falcon on wrist and dogs at their heels; the
        big merchants who form trusts to destroy weak rivals and raise prices; the
        citizens who live extravagantly and fail to pay their bills; the grocers who
        give short weight; the artisans who glibly promise work by a certain day and
        never intend to keep their word; the luxury of the rich who dine on bears claws
        or beavers tails and let the sick poor die in misery and hunger; the bishops
        who are bishops of purses, not of souls; the priests who heap up benefices and
        think only of usury; the canons who gossip in the cathedral during mass, and
        wear fine, clean linen, while the altar-cloth is dirty; the monks who keep the
        rule of mixing water with their wine by pouring a drop of water into a cask,
        and the penance of flagellation by putting on a heavy jacket and beating
        themselves with foxes’ tails, or whose young men give a banquet and a dance for
        the neighboring convent in honor of their first celebration of mass all these
        are vigorously painted in his discourses. He preached little but morality, for
        he shared in the opinion that doctrine was not for the laity; but he was a
        fervently orthodox Catholic and a stern defender of the rights and privileges
        of the Church. It was to aid in this work of reformation that he stopped Wimpheling on his way to a hermitage, and secured the
        appointment of their common friend, Sebastian Brant (1457-1521), as Chancellor
        of the city of Strasbourg. Brant had for some years been professor of Latin
        and semi-official poet of the city of Basle, and all three, Geiler in the pulpit, Wimpheling by his efforts to improve
        the education of the clergy, and Brant by his satiric writings, began a crusade
        for the purification of society, the reform of ecclesiastical abuses, and the
        renewal of religion.
        
Brant was the poet of the trio. Like his friends, he
        was warmly devoted to the doctrine of the Immaculate Conception of the Virgin,
        and plunged hotly into the controversy, which, in spite of the bull of Sixtus IV forbidding the two parties to accuse each other
        of heresy because the point was one on which the dogma of the Church was not
        explicit, had reached a very high degree of bitterness. Brant as a defender of
        the glory of the Virgin led all the rest in zeal and wrath. The most
        influential of Brant’s writings was his satiric poem of the Narrenschiff,
        or Ship of Fools. It is called a poem, though it is of the kind of
        poetry which has been described as only a more difficult way of writing prose.
        It is an inchoate collection of separate pieces of verse, imperfectly held
        together by the vague image of a ship filled with fools and sailing without
        chart or compass for the land of Cocagne. Passages
        from the Bible, from Plutarch, from Latin authors, popular proverbs, sage
        reflections, sketches of character, are thrown together with no regard to art.
        He describes all kinds of fools. Book-collectors who never read, adulterers,
        the proud, those who waste their time in hunting, lovers of money, those who
        cannot keep a secret, the sick who will not obey their physicians, blasphemers
        and despisers of the Holy Scriptures, drunkards, gluttons, gamblers, and
        harlots, the envious, the mockers, the lazy, the ungrateful all to whom God or
        a philosopher might say,  Thou fool,
        are sketched in a style which appears now both rude and weak, but which was
        very effective in its day. The book was published at Basle in 1494, and in 1498
        it had appeared from the press of six cities in five original and three stolen
        and interpolated editions. It was received with a storm of applause by the
        Humanists, and the Latin translation of it ran through three editions and was
        translated twice into French within two years of its appearance. Ten years
        later it was put into English verse by Alexander Barclay and into English prose
        by Henry Watson. It was preached upon and imitated until The Fool became
        a stock figure in the literature of the early fifteenth century.
        
Between men like this trio of friends and the pagan
        Humanists like Celtes stood the Middle Party, who
        hoped to demonstrate the reasonableness of virtue and religion. The core of the
        party was composed of men who, like the Florentine Academy, strove to unite the
        mystic philosophy of Greece and the New Testament. Their best representative is
        Johann Reuchlin. He was educated at the city school of Pforzheim, his
        birthplace, went to the University of Freiburg, and afterward to Paris as the
        companion of the younger son of his Prince. Paris was then the chief university
        of the world, and her degrees conferred a special distinction. She had
        appointed a Greek teacher, the first north of the Alps, and Reuchlin was able
        to make the poor beginnings of a knowledge of that language. From Paris he went
        to Basle in 1475, where, under the private instructions of a wandering Greek,
        he learned enough to write a Greek letter to a friend in Strasbourg, who wrote
        to his fellow-student Brant that he could understand, but could not answer it.
        Reuchlin’s education as a doctor of laws being completed, he entered into the
        service of Count Eberhard of Würtemberg, an uneducated prince with a love for
        learning, who kept scholars employed in translating for him the chief works of
        classic antiquity. Reuchlin was one of the retinue that accompanied Eberhard to
        Rome, and until the death of the good Prince he served as councillor and ambassador in many affairs of State. He then passed into the service of
        Philip of the Pfalz, also a patron of the Humanists, for whom he made a third
        trip to Italy. On his previous journey he had met Marsiglio Ficino and Pico della Mirandola, and on this
        third trip he completed in Rome the studies in Hebrew which he had begun with a
        Jewish court physician during an embassy to the Emperor Maximilian. It was in
        1502 that he received an appointment as one of the three judges of the Swabian
        League, a very honorable post which he filled for twelve years.
        
But while he had been acquiring the reputation as a
        clever jurist and able statesman which gained this appointment, he had also
        been earning greater fame as a scholar. His first work, at the age of twenty,
        was a small Latin lexicon, which in thirty years went through twenty-five
        editions. A succession of translations from Greek into Latin showed his knowledge
        of Greek. His comedy of Henno , written for
        the students of Heidelberg, showed a clear Latin style and held the boards of
        student theatricals for many years. And his work On the Wonder-working Word  had made known his knowledge of Hebrew
        and the mystic teaching of the Cabala. For he followed Pico della Mirandola, whom he called the most learned man of the
        day, in the exposition of the Platonic and rabbinic mysticism, feeling that in
        it was to be found the best illustration and defence of Christianity. These labors had in the early nineties brought such renown
        that the Emperor Maximilian offered to ennoble his family, to make him an
        imperial Pfalzgraf, with the power of acting as judge
        on all imperial questions, and, further, of conferring, on his own
        responsibility, ten doctor’s degrees. Reuchlin refused the title with thanks,
        in which his younger brother, an honest scholar and clergyman of moderate
        abilities, joined him. He preferred not to disturb by material decoration that
        spiritual dignity which by the beginning of the sixteenth century was
        conferred upon him by the common consent of all who loved letters; the
        leadership of the learned men of Germany. From them he received an affection
        and admiration whose honesty cannot be hidden even by the overloaded compliment
        of the reigning epistolary style. For by the new century the Humanists of
        Germany were a large and resolute body, conscious of their power, known to one
        another, and needing only the call of a proper leader to form a closed phalanx
        that would stand firm against all forces of ignorance, tyranny, and reaction.
        
Meanwhile, under the influences of a cosmopolitan
        education, another northern student had come to the maturity of his powers,
        whose strength as a scholar and whose genius as a writer were much greater than
        those of Reuchlin. Desiderius Erasmus was born at Rotterdam eleven years later
        than Reuchlin, in 1466. He was educated at the school of Deventer, where he had
        some teaching in Greek from Alexander Hegius. He left
        at the age of thirteen, knowing Terence by heart and able to read Horace
        easily. The boy was soon after left an orphan, and fell on evil days; for one
        of his guardians lost the larger part of the estate by careless investment, the
        second died of the plague, and the third, an ignorant and fanatic schoolmaster,
        was possessed with the idea of forcing Erasmus into a monastery. After two
        years of struggle he became an inmate of the Augustinian house of Steyn. The
        monks were coarse men, caring nothing for literature, and understanding by religion
        the discipline of their order, with its vigils and fasts, which they varied by
        drinking-bouts. Erasmus’s delicate constitution could not endure the fasts, and
        his fastidious spirit shrank from the drinking- bouts; but in spite of every
        repugnance, the poor lad, with no friend to turn to, was finally persuaded to
        become a monk. He spent six years in the convent. The example of the monks was
        bad, and he tells us he was inclined to great vices; but he studied much, and
        gained among all who knew him the report of a very accomplished writer of verse
        and prose. It was this private reputation which led the Bishop of Cambray, then contemplating a journey to Italy, to offer
        Erasmus the post of secretary. lie accepted, and was ordained priest in the
        following year. The Bishop deferred his journey, and sent Erasmus to study
        theology at Paris. There he settled, with the idea of pursuing his studies and
        maintaining himself as a private tutor to young gentlemen of fortune. It was
        thus that he became acquainted with Lord Mountjoy, one of those patrons whose
        gifts and pensions became afterward a chief source of his income.
        
After five or six years at Paris, his skill in Latin letter-writing
        having gained him much reputation among the men who know, he went to Oxford
        with introductions to the head of St. Mary’s College. In England he fell in at
        once with the Grecians, of whom Colet was leader. He met Thomas More, then just
        of age. One of those stories which are entirely true even if they never
        happened shows us at a glance the position of the two men in the little circle
        of elect spirits in which each moved. Having conversed brilliantly for some
        time without knowing each other’s names, Erasmus suddenly cried, “You are
        either More or nobody”, to which the other replied, “And you are either
        Erasmus or the devil”. But it was Colet who exercised the greatest influence
        over Erasmus and in whose society he took the greatest delight. They had much
        pleasant intercourse and many discussions, scholarly and grave, but full of
        fire. Erasmus has told how Colet’s eye would flash and his quiet countenance
        appear transfigured as they discussed at dinner why Cain’s offering was
        rejected, or some similar topic. His whole tone was filled with vehemence as he
        finally broke in on Erasmus’s commonplace praise of the Aurea Catena of
        Aquinas with a denunciation of one who had contaminated the whole doctrine of
        Christ with his own profane philosophy.
        
It was doubtless the friendship of Colet, Platonist
        and biblical student, that fixed Erasmus’s bent to the study of the New
        Testament rather than to the classics, and formed in him the determination to
        revive the true philosophy of Christ.
        
When he had returned to his studies at Paris this
        serious inclination of his mind appeared in the first of his writings, which
        carried his fame outside the circle of Humanistic students among whom his
        letters and his praise had been circulated: the Enchiridion, or  Christian Soldiers Dagger, printed at
        Louvain in 1503. It was written at the request of a wife to awaken her husband
        to a sense of religion, and against the error that makes religion depend on
        ceremonies and a more than Judaic observance of bodily acts, while neglecting
        true piety. It is a skilful mixture of the teaching
        of the New Testament and the Platonic philosophy. The end of life, he says, is
        Christ, and that is no unmeaning word, but love, simplicity, patience, purity,
        in short, whatever Christ taught. He then refers to the usages of religion, and
        exhorts to an effort to find their spiritual meaning. If you worship the bones
        of Paul locked up in a casket, worship also the spirit of Paul which shines
        forth from his writings.
        
For it is not charity to be constant at church, to
        prostrate yourself before the images of the saints, burn candles, and chant
        prayers. What Paul calls charity is to edify your neighbor, to rejoice at your
        brother’s welfare and help his misfortune as if it were your own, to instruct
        the ignorant, to comfort the cast down, to do good in Christ to all to whom you
        can do good, that, as he gave himself wholly for us, so we also may serve our
        brothers’ need and not our own. He then shows how the life of the monks,  who have set themselves apart for the service
        of religion, is not lived in this happiness, being filled with Jewish
        superstitions and the vices of the world. And when they are grown gray in the
        observance of the rules of their order you shall find that they have nothing of
        the temper of Christ, but are altogether unspiritual and unsocial, peevish, and
        scarce supportable even to themselves; cold in charity, hot in anger, obstinate
        in hatred, ready to fight for the most trifling cause, and so far from the
        perfection of Christ that they have not even the natural virtues of the
        heathen. Unteachable and sensuous, they turn with disgust from the Scriptures.
        They never show kindness, but are full of foul suspicion and vain conceit. This
        attack upon the errors and vices of monasticism did not in the least hinder his
        intimacy with the Franciscan monk John Vitrarius, who
        urged its publication. For the noble man, of whom Erasmus has left a
        pen-picture done with the skill of affection, had suffered from these errors
        and vices of his fellows. Having endeavored to reform a convent of dissolute
        nuns, the Suffragan Bishop of Boulogne laid a plot by which eight of the worst
        lured him into a secret place and would have strangled him with their
        handkerchiefs had they not been accidentally interrupted. And at the risk of
        excommunication, and in face of two citations from his Bishop, he had denounced
        the sale of indulgences and  the silly credulity of those who thought
        their sins would be pardoned if they put their money in the box.
        
When the Enchiridion was published a witty
        friend wrote, “There is more religion in the book than in the author”; but the
        friendship of Vitrarius, who knew the writings of
        Paul by heart and though he preached seven times a day never lacked words or
        learning when his theme was Christ, must have still further increased the
        concentration of Erasmus’s studies upon the aim of promoting the pure philosophy
        of Christ. The Enchiridion went through many editions with great
        rapidity. Twenty years after its publication the Archdeacon of Alcor, in Spain, wrote : “There is no other book of our
        time which can be compared to the Enchiridion for the extent of its
        circulation. There is not even a country inn that has not a copy of it in
        Spanish, and this short work has made the name of Erasmus a household word.”
        
Thus at the death of Alexander VI (1503) a little
        group of English scholars, represented by Colet, of Frenchmen, represented by
        Faber Stapulensis, joined in spiritual friendship by
        the citizen of the world of letters, Erasmus, were bending all the resources of
        the New Learning to the study of the Bible; while in Germany a large and
        resolute body of Humanists, spread through the cathedral chapters and universities
        of the Empire, were giving unanimous homage to John Reuchlin and applauding his
        labors to promote the study of Greek and Hebrew.
        
        
CHAPTER XXI
        
JULIUS II. AND LEO X. THE NEPHEW OF SIXTUS IV. AND THE
        SON OF LORENZO THE MAGNIFICENT BECOME POPES.
        
        
JULIUS II, the lifelong foe and now the successor of
        Alexander VI, had the fiery temper and stern will of the terrible Sixtus IV. But his ambition was higher than his uncle’s,
        for though he advanced his nephews and made a great marriage for his natural
        daughter, his heart’s desire was not to enrich his family, but to make the
        Church State strong among the powers of Italy. There were no luxurious nepots at Rome in his day. He avoided even the appearance
        of the riotous living of Alexander, and the expenses of his household were only
        fifteen hundred florins a month. The income of the Church (a single monk
        brought back twenty-seven thousand florins from the sale of indulgences) was
        spent in adorning the city of Rome or maintaining his army. His treasury was
        never allowed to be empty, and so good was his financial management that, in
        spite of his great outlays in the arts of peace and war, he left his successor
        a treasure of seven hundred thousand florins.
        
Julius had to face a difficult situation for one who
        desired to make the patrimonium a strong and independent
        state. France had seized Milan and Genoa in the north, Spain had conquered the
        kingdom of Naples in the south, and these two were ever threatening to renew
        their long and deadly duel for the spoils of Italy. Venice, the only really
        strong power in the peninsula, sat aside, secure behind her lagoons, and
        anxious only to draw her own gain out of the general ruin. He who would play in
        such a game must be strong, and in one of the first bulls of his reign Julius
        announced that he felt it his duty to regain the lost lands of the Church. But
        he waited two years and a half before he moved from Rome, with twenty-two
        cardinals and a long train of bishops and prelates, to occupy the chief cities
        of Romagna, Perugia and Bologna. The host was carried in front of the Pope, and
        only five hundred men-at-arms were at his back. The tyrant of Perugia, stained
        with every crime, was awed by the cool will of Julius, who came into the city,
        leaving his little army outside. Instead of murdering or imprisoning the Pope,
        which Machiavelli despised him for not doing, he entered the Papal service as a
        mercenary soldier. Then, with a larger army, to which eight thousand French
        troops were joined, Julius turned against Bologna. The Bentivogli fled, and the Pope entered in triumphal procession under an arch inscribed “To Julius,
        the Expeller of Tyrants.”mA still more splendid
        triumph awaited him in Rome.
        
But crafty Venice, who had so long drawn profit from
        her neighbors’ misfortunes, was now to suffer.
        
Spain claimed some conquered cities on the Apulian
        coast; Austria demanded Friuli; France the return of Brescia, Cremona, and
        other cities of her Dukedom of Milan; the Empire, Verona; the Florentines were
        promised Pisa. Ferrara, Mantua, and Urbino followed the Pope. And so in the
        spring of 1509 the Republic of San Marco saw all Italy and three fourths of
        Europe in arms against her. It was Julius’s vengeance on the Venetians for the
        four cities of the Church they had seized and their resistance to his
        appointments of aliens to Venetian benefices. “I tell you,” he cried one day,
        in rage, to the Republic’s ambassador, “I will make Venice once more a little
        fishing-village”. “And we, Holy Father”, he was answered, “will make you once
        more a little priest.” The League was blessed by the Pope and Venice cursed by
        the interdict. Two months laid the proud Republic at his feet asking for mercy.
        Then Julius’s heart misgave him. He could not destroy the bulwark of Italy
        against the Turk, the only state as yet unconquered by the foreigner. In
        January, 1510, while France and the allies still called for war, the
        ambassadors of the Republic knelt before the Pope as he sat on the steps of St.
        Peter’s, in the presence of all Rome, and lightly struck them with a rod at
        every verse of the intoned Miserere. Then they finished the penance by a pilgrimage
        to the churches of the city. What the Venetian ambassador wrote home was plain
        to all the world: At sixty-five years of age the Pope, suffering from gout and
        other results of the free life of his youth, is still in the fullness of
        strength and activity, and wishes to be lord and master of the play of the
        world.
        
Peace with Venice was followed by war with France, and
        to carry it on Julius made a Holy League with Spain and Venice to drive the
        French over the Alps, hoping also for the aid of England and the Empire. The
        Bishop of Sitten raised twelve thousand Swiss to come
        down into the plain of the Po for good pay, and Julius put into the field every
        mercenary he could afford. At the siege of Mirandola he himself was seen in the trenches cheering on the soldiers. He took up his
        quarters in the kitchen of an old cloister, and when a cannon-ball killed two
        of his servants while he slept, refused to abandon it. When the town
        surrendered he could not wait for the gates to open, but mounted by a
        scaling-ladder over the breach.
        
It was this spectacle which caused Hutten to write in
        vitriolic satire, bidding the world look at Julius:  His terrible brow, hiding fierce eyes, with
        threats of hell-fire blazing in his mouth. Behold him, the author of such
        destruction and so much crime, born a bitter pest of the human race, whose work
        and whose recreation is death. Unlike Christ, unlike Peter, what does he do or
        what is there about him worthy the name of Roman Pontiff?
        
By the spring of 1512 the French, in spite of their
        brilliant victory at Ravenna, had lost every foothold in Italy and were almost
        overwhelmed by the simultaneous attacks of Spain, Germany, England, and the
        Netherlands. The Pope had let slip the dogs of war to some purpose, and it is
        easy to believe that in the pride of his victory he should have wished, as
        Vasari says, to be painted with a sword in his hand.
        
Nor was Julius the only Prince of the Church who took
        the sword. The Cardinal Ippolito of Este had his brother’s eyes put out because
        his mistress praised their beauty; and when the Pope’s nephew, the young Duke
        of Urbino, fell upon the Papal favorite, Cardinal Alidosi,
        and killed him with a dagger in the streets of Ravenna, there were other
        cardinals who said, “Well done”. Some of those who approved the Papal policy of
        “thorough” gained by it. In August, 1512, the Spanish commander appeared in
        Florentine territory by order of the Holy League. He was accompanied by
        Cardinal Medici. Prato was stormed and horribly sacked, and the frightened
        Republic of Florence agreed to receive the Medici once more within her walls.
        The government was in their hands within a year.
        
France had not looked idly on while all Europe was
        raised against her. Taking advantage of a temporary disagreement between the
        Emperor and Julius, she proposed a Council for reform, and in the spring of
        1511 a call was issued from a Synod at Lyons for a General Council of the
        Church, under the protection of the Emperor and the King of France. It was
        signed by three cardinals, and claimed the unexpressed support of six others,
        Frenchmen, Italians, and Spaniards. The call was fastened on the doors of the
        chief cathedrals of Italy and spread through Europe. But only eighteen prelates
        met in Pisa, and even this poor assembly began almost immediately to dissolve, as
        its members sought, one by one, to make their peace with a Pope who was too
        strong for them.
        
For Julius had met this move of French politicians,
        using the desire for the revival of religion to checkmate a hostile Pope and
        keep the patronage of the French national Church in their own hands, by a skilful counter-move. In the summer he called a General
        Council to meet at the Lateran the following spring. On the 21st of April, 15
        12, the Council of Pisa, now transferred for the sake of French protection to
        Milan, suspended Julius from the Papacy. Ten days later the Pope opened the
        Council of the Lateran with a solemn procession closed by a company of
        men-at-arms and nine cannons. There were almost none except Italian prelates
        present, but England, Spain, and Germany were soon to declare their allegiance
        to the decrees. The tone of them was given in the sermons and orations which
        opened the first sessions.
        
Egidius of Viterbo, General of the Augustinians, spoke on the
        need of the reform of the Church. He declared the defeat of Ravenna a sign from
        heaven to turn the Church from the sword with which she had just suffered
        defeat to her own weapons, piety, prayer, the breastplate of faith and the
        sword of light. “Hear”, he cried, “O thou Head and Defender of the city of
        Rome, hear into what a deep sea of evils the Church thou hast founded by thy
        blood is fallen! Dost thou behold how the earth has drunk up this year more
        blood than rain? Help us! Raise the Church! The people, men and women of every age,
        yea, the entire world, are praying and beseeching; the fathers, the Senate,
        the Pope himself, beseech you to preserve the Church, the city of Rome, these
        temples and altars, and to endow this Lateran Synod with the aid of the Holy
        Ghost for the healing of all Christendom. We beseech thee, teach the Christian
        princes to make peace among themselves, and to turn their swords against
        Mohammed, the open enemy of Christ, that the love of the Church may not only
        survive these storms and waves, but, through the merits of the Holy Cross and
        the power of the Holy Ghost, may be cleared of every stain and brought back
        again to its early purity and glory.”
        
The next preacher spoke of the unity of the Church,
        which consisted in the oneness of the members with each other and their
        subordination to the head, the Vicar of Christ; whence arose the plain duty of
        the Council to punish all schismatics who refused to obey this head of the
        whole body.
        
The third sermon, by the General of the Dominicans,
        was on the Catholic doctrine of the Church and her synods. Its conclusion
        condemned the opposition Council as from hell, no heavenly Jerusalem, but
        rather an earthly Babel, full of strife and confusion of tongues. The doctrine
        of Conciliar Supremacy was denounced as an innovation no older than Constance
        and Basle, and the preacher exhorted the Pope to gird on his two swords of
        spiritual and temporal power and set himself to the work of destroying heresy
        and schism.
        
All these utterances were emphasized and summarized in
        the address of the Apostolic Notary,
        
Marcello of Venice, who (December, 1512) praised the
        Pope for having borne heat and cold, sleeplessness, illness, peril, to defeat
        his enemies in a holy war, to free Bologna, to conquer Reggio, Parma, and
        Piacenza, to drive the Frenchmen from Italy. And he prophesied that Julius
        would gain even greater glory in the works of peace, the reform and glorification
        of the Church, now threatened by foes from without and stained by sin and
        treachery within. “The Pope,” he concluded, “must be physician, helmsman,
        cultivator, in short, all in all, like a second God on earth.”
        
In this spirit the Council condemned all acts of the
        schismatics at Pisa and Milan, laid France under the interdict, condemned the
        Conciliar theory of the constitution of the Church, suspended the Pragmatic
        Sanction, and summoned the clergy of France to answer for their conduct within
        sixty days. Julius had not only founded by arms a Papal monarchy in Italy, but
        secured the regular indorsement of the Church for the theory and practice of
        that absolute Papal Supremacy which the last two Councils had denied.
        
During the years when he was thus bringing his plans
        to triumph Julius was active in enlarging and adorning his palace and
        cathedral. He determined early in his pontificate to cover his rooms with mural
        paintings, to complete the decoration of the chapel of his uncle, to build a
        superb tomb for himself, and to rebuild St. Peter’s on its present gigantic
        scale. For these works three of the greatest artists of our race were at his
        command. Neither
        
Alexander, Caesar, nor Napoleon had such power to
        adorn their achievements as the Pope to whom it was given to immortalize his
        conquest of rebellious vassals and his triumphant manipulation of the squabbling
        politics of Italy by the genius of Michael Angelo, Raphael, and Bramante.
        
There is no reason to suspect in Julius any artistic
        ability. The learning which supplied the young Raphael with the information for
        the wonderful presentation of the ideals of the Platonized Christianity of the
        Florentine Academy in the pictures of the Stanza della Segnatura was certainly not his. But there was a certain
        largeness and power about him which encouraged great conceptions, and he had
        been dowered with that first quality of a strong ruler, the ability to
        recognize a servant of distinction and to use genius without hampering it. He
        laid the corner-stone of a new St. Peter’s, in spite of the opposition of all
        his counsellors, and inspired such restless energy into the work on all his architectural
        plans that he was said to demand of his contractors, not to build, but to make
        buildings grow. With ruthless haste he destroyed the monuments and pillars of
        the old Basilica to make room for his new creation, as if he felt himself to be
        racing with death, which overtook him on the 16th of February, 15 13.
        
On the 6th of March, 15 13, Giovanni de Medici was
        elected Pope, and assumed the name of Leo X. His appearance was not in his
        favor. His legs were very weak and his body very heavy, and when saying mass he
        was compelled to constantly wipe the perspiration from his hands and neck; but
        he had a sweet voice and charming manner. He was thirty-seven years old, and
        this youngest of the Popes had a precocious ecclesiastical career from the
        start, for he was an abbot and an archbishop at seven, and a cardinal at
        fourteen. He had been educated under the care of his father, Lorenzo the
        Magnificent, in the midst of the best thinkers, writers, and artists of Italy,
        and his hereditary love of music, literature, and art was guided by refined
        tastes. It was to these he had always turned for his pleasures, and when he
        said to his brother, “The Papacy is ours; let us enjoy it”, he was thinking of
        the measureless opportunities to patronize the arts which were now in his
        hands.
        
The first act of his government made this plain. So
        superb an inaugural procession had never been seen. He spent on it one hundred
        thousand florins. And all Rome was adorned to match. Festal decorations in
        every street and house showed the joy of the city and the wealth of the
        resident prelates. Some of these were erected to honor the Pope, and bore figures
        of the apostles or ecclesiastical mottoes; but more were to please the new
        Maecenas, the patron of classic art and literature. Whoever had a beautiful bit
        of old marble, a statue of Venus or Apollo, or the head of an emperor, placed
        it in front of his palace. Agostino Chigi, the rich
        Papal banker, had erected a huge arch covered with mythological devices. It had
        this reference to the two preceding Popes (Alexander and Julius): “Venus held
        rule before; then came Mars; but now Pallas Athena mounts the throne”; and on
        the other side of the street his neighbor put out the statue of of Venus with this inscription: “Mars fuit; est Pallas; Venus semper ero.”
        For the mode Rome was classic, not to say heathen. A poet handed the Pope an
        elegy on the death of a friend, in which he called on the dead to beg the King
        of Heaven and all the Gods to give Leo the years which the Fates had cut from
        his lifeAnother litterateur tells us how he made a
        funeral mound beside the sea for a drowned.  friend, and called thrice on his manes with a
        loud voice; and in a time of pestilence a Greek actually offered a public
        sacrifice in the Colosseum to appease the demons of death.
        
Leo wanted peace and the arts, but war was forced upon
        him. Spain and France had already begun their long struggle for the possession
        of Italy and the leadership of the world, and Leo was drawn into it. The league
        of Spain, England, the Empire, and the Pope attacked Venice and France, and in
        the battle of Novara (June 6, 1513) France was driven once more out of Italy.
        But the Pope longed to make for his brother Giuliano a powerful principality
        in Central Italy, and the French King was willing to meet him half way. The
        schism begun under Julius was healed by the return of the French prelates to obedience
        and the hand of a royal princess offered to the Pope’s brother. But Leo wanted
        two strings to his bow, and at the very hour he was negotiating with France he
        was considering a new secret league with Spain and his old allies; for it was
        said of him that the only thing to which he ever remained true was his own
        maxim that to have made a treaty with one side was the best of all reasons for
        beginning negotiations with the other.
        
It was in the midst of these intrigues that Francis I,
        a beautiful and talented young prince, full of romantic dreams of knightly
        glory, came to the French throne. He married his aunt to Giuliano de Medici,
        and the Pope spent one hundred and fifty thousand florins for presents to the
        bride and her entry into Rome. (This was more than double the estimated yearly
        income of the richest merchant banker in Italy.) But when the Pope asked that a
        principality be formed for his brother out of four cities on the southern
        border of Milan, the King sharply refused; he wanted them for himself. And Leo
        joined the old league of everybody against France. The French army crossed the
        Alps by a forced march, and in September, 1515, a two days’ fight at Marignano made the young King master of North Italy. The
        Swiss, in spite of all the efforts of the Cardinal of Sitten,
        were terribly defeated by the French artillery, their hereditary formation in
        solid squares shown to be useless in the new warfare, and their reputation as
        the first soldiers of Europe destroyed. Leo and Francis met in Bologna. The
        young conqueror kissed the Pope’s foot and the two embraced. Their treaty
        recognized all Francis’s claims to the Duchy of Milan, placed the States of the
        Church under his protection, and divided the liberties of the French Church,
        secured by the Pragmatic Sanction, between the King, who was to name the
        bishops, and the Pope, who was to draw the first year’s income of all
        vacancies.
        
After the battle of Marignano a solemn peace was signed between France, Spain, and the Empire; and the Pope
        seized the opportunity to create his nephew Lorenzo Duke of Urbino, at the cost
        of the nephew of Julius, who was driven into exile. But the powers really
        agreed on only one thing, suspicion of the Pope, who had deceived each in turn;
        and when the exiled Duke of Urbino suddenly reentered his dominions with five
        thousand mercenaries, all stood by to watch Leo get out of the difficulty as
        best he could. Money was scarce, and it was only by contracting huge debts at
        enormous interest that he could put an army into the field to defend his nepot.
        
And in the midst of this struggle internal troubles
        came upon him. A conspiracy to murder the Pope was formed among the cardinals.
        Its chief was Petrucci, son of the famous tyrant of Siena. The Pope had
        permitted the Cardinal’s brother to be driven from Siena in favor of a cousin
        who stood closer to his plans and likings. The young Cardinal kept a costly
        hunting retinue of dogs and horses, which was limited by the loss of the family
        lands. He swore vengeance against Leo, and at first meditated killing him on a
        hunting-party. He even carried a dagger into the consistory, hid under his
        cardinal’s robe. But he finally determined, in counsel with Cardinal Sauli, to poison the Pope by means of a physician
        recommended to him in the temporary absence of his own. The plot was betrayed
        by the capture of letters of Petrucci written to his secretary, and it appeared
        that three other cardinals besides the active conspirators had known of the
        plot and kept silence. Riario, Dean of the College,
        of which he had been a member forty years, was disappointed over his defeat by
        Medici in the last election. Hadrian of Corneto had
        been told by a fortune-teller that Leo would die young and an old man of unknown
        origin named Hadrian would succeed. Soderini was
        angry because his brother Gonfalonier, of the Republic, had been driven from
        Florence by the Medici. The plot was betrayed and Petrucci condemned to death.
        The announcement of the sentence raised such a storm of indignation in the
        consistory that the dispute was heard in the streets outside. Nevertheless he
        was strangled in prison. Sauli was deposed. Hadrian
        fled to Venice and was deposed for contumacy. The other two were heavily fined.
        Afterward the Pope said high mass under armed guard to protect him against the
        dagger of a cardinal.
        
He also named thirty-nine new cardinals, and the five
        hundred thousand florins thus brought in were used to end the war of Urbino.
        After offering in vain ten thousand ducats to one captain for the surrender of
        the Duke, alive or dead, Leo finally did succeed in bribing all his generals to
        desert him, and the Duke was compelled to give up the struggle in consideration
        of the return of his personal property. Lorenzo de Medici, thus settled on a
        ducal throne, was then married to a princess of France, and in 1517 the Pope,
        with one nepot ruler of Florence, another of Urbino,
        and the College of Cardinals filled with his friends, held the balance of power
        in the strife of the young kings of Spain and France so soon to break out,
        first in rivalry for the throne of the German Empire, and then in war for the
        possession of Italy.
        
Meanwhile the Council of the Lateran had been moving
        in the matter of the so long desired reform of the Church. Leo proposed to
        establish it by a bull, but the Council demanded detailed regulations for
        bishops and all clergy, and Pico della Mirandola sent a memorial suggesting that the Church needed
        not better laws, but better men. The bishops of the Council proposed to effect
        reform by reestablishing, as against the privileges of the cardinals and
        monastic orders, the ancient episcopal powers; and when a reform bill was
        introduced which failed to reestablish these episcopal rights, they threatened
        to withdraw from the Council. The Pope had to act constantly as mediator, and
        several compromises were introduced which attempted to establish reform while
        still retaining as much as possible of the privileges and patronage which
        belonged to each class of the clergy represented in the Council. The ancient
        laws against immorality among the clergy were reiterated with emphasis. “Ringing
        resolutions” denouncing simony and abuses in the bestowal of benefices were
        passed unanimously. Discipline was made easier by the removal of certain
        exemptions from episcopal control enjoyed by priests. Bishops were ordered to
        supervise clerical education and see to it that the preaching in their dioceses
        was strong and true; and arrangements were made for the holding of regular
        diocesan synods. This last decree would have been really influential for
        reform, but unfortunately it remained almost a dead letter.
        
In 1516 appeared a book by Pietro Pomponazzi,
        a distinguished professor of Bologna, to prove that the soul was mortal. And
        the Council thought it wise, in view of the prevailing heathenism, to solemnly
        decree that human souls are individual, immortal, and unmaterial.
        
The closing ceremony in March was a triumph for the
        Papacy. All the world was returned to obedience, and Cardinal Carvajal, once
        head of the schismatic Council at Pisa, conducted the mass and closed a
        Council which had reaffirmed the entire claim of the mediaeval Popes, condemned
        the assertion of Conciliar Supremacy made at Constance, and asserted the
        absolute Papal Supremacy. They symbolized these decrees by calling all
        Christendom to a crusade under the lead of the Pope, and laid a tax for its
        expenses on all lands of the world.
        
Already a Papal messenger had written to Leo (1516): “In
        Germany they are only waiting until some fellow once opens his mouth against
        Rome”. He was now sent back as Legate with a paper reform and the demand for a
        new ecclesiastical tax.
        
        
CHAPTER XXII.
        
TRANSALPINE HUMANISM UNDER JULIUS AND LEO (1) THE
        BATTLE OF THE BOOKS ABOUT JOHN REUCHLIN; (2) THE THREE DISCIPLES OF THE
        PHILOSOPHY OF CHRIST; (3) THE PUPILS OF FABER STAPULENSIS; (4) ULRICH ZWINGLI.
        
        
IT is rather a suggestive division of the history of
        German Humanism to designate its three periods as the Theological (the
        Forerunners, ending 1471), the Teaching (the Older Humanists), and the Polemic,
        which, beginning with the century, was broken in the middle by the Protestant
        revolt. And it implies a characteristic distinction between northern and
        southern Humanism that across the Alps the whole Humanistic body should have
        become so soon involved in such a serious discussion as the controversy we are
        about to follow.
        
The forces of ultra-conservatism and reaction were as
        strong in Italy as in Germany, but the Humanists were less zealous and
        determined, and when conflict arose they were much inclined to say, with
        Laurentius Valla: “Mother Church does not know anything about criticism, but in
        this matter I think just as Mother Church does”. In the north the common temper
        of scholars was sterner and more serious. Italian Humanism never displayed any efficient
        interest in the New Testament, and by the middle of the fifteenth century was
        the contented servant of privileged abuse. But scarcely had the New Learning
        passed the Alps before we find its adherents turning to biblical studies and
        attacking traditional privileges in the name of common justice. While the
        presses of Venice and Rome were pouring out editions of the classics and erotic
        poems, the presses of the Rhine were busy with biblical and patristic works,
        satires, and moral treatises.
        
This contrast between the spirit of Germany and Italy
        is remarkable even in the sphere of art, where it shows least upon the surface.
        Certain general contrasts between the works of Durer and Holbein and those of
        Raphael and Michael Angelo, all four of whom did their best-known work in the
        first quarter of the sixteenth century, suggest it. The northerners made cheap
        prints to go into the houses of the common people, while the Italians were
        decorating the tombs, the chapels, and the palaces of princes. The Italians
        were philosophic, moral, and aesthetic; the Germans religious and evangelic.
        Michael Angelo painted the creation and prophecy, carved a Moses out of Homer
        and a David who is one of Plutarch’s men; but Holbein cut “Thus saith the Lord”
        into the lines of the Samuel that meets Saul in his little woodcut for Bible
        illustration. Raphael made some perfectly drawn pictures out of the life of
        Christ, that are as much like the four gospels as the fighting Pope with his
        Humanistic cardinals, for whom he did them, was like the Master and his
        apostles; Durer put the spirit of the New Testament into his rude woodcuts of
        him who preached the gospel to the poor. Raphael painted for all ages das ewig Weibliche; Durer drew for
        the people of his own age the Man of Sorrows. There is probably as much
        provincialism in Ruski’ s phrase of kicking prettinesses, applied to Raphael’s Transfiguration, as in
        Pater’s reference to the grim inventions of Albrecht Durer; but it may not jar
        upon the broad and gentle temper of history to suggest that the greater
        rudeness and fidelity to the New Testament of the Germans were both, perhaps,
        the outcome of the spirit of their people.
        
These reflections may illustrate the deepest reason
        why the whole New Learning of Germany, applauded by all the northern Humanists,
        became involved in a desperate battle with the party of orthodoxy over the
        relation of scholarship to the Bible and the Church.
        
The protagonist was John Reuchlin, and the occasion
        was the zeal of John Pfefferkorn, a converted Jew and
        master of the hospital of St. Ursula in Cologne. With the help of the
        Dominicans of Cologne he published a series of pamphlets against the Jews, very
        much in the tone and temper of the antiCatholic publications with which we are familiar in this country. He followed the
        Emperor to Italy, and as a result of his impassioned appeals Reuchlin, as
        imperial councillor, received the request for a
        formal opinion on the question, “Ought all the books of the Jews to be taken
        away from them and burned?”. He made a most painstaking answer, in which he
        advised the destruction only of certain blasphemous parodies of Christianity,
        two of which he cited as disavowed by the better Jews. He defended the rest of
        their literature as highly useful to science and theology, and guaranteed to
        the Jews by the laws of the Empire. This opinion, which was sent under seal,
        was seen in transit by Pfefferkorn, who immediately
        published a pamphlet entitled The Hand-glass, in which he caricatured
        Reuchlin’s official opinion, attempted to show him as a poor scholar and a
        worse Christian, and ended up by calling all patrons of Jewish learning Ohrenblaser, Stubenstencker, Plippenplapper, Beutelfeger, Hinterschutzer, Seitenstecher.
        Reuchlin answered with The Eye-glass, a pamphlet abounding in similar
        flowers of speech, which bloomed freely over the whole field of contemporary
        polemics. The original report of Reuchlin was already pigeonholed and
        forgotten, but the conflict between the Old Learning and the New, so long
        impending, was begun, and all Germany flamed into literary war, amid which the
        threats of the heretic’s stake gleamed darkly. For the party of reactionary
        orthodoxy, headed by the Dominicans and the theologians of Cologne, proposed
        now to extend to Reuchlin the policy of thorough they had wished for the Jews.
        But the case was appealed to Rome, and while Humanistic cardinals were stirred
        up by letters to block the efforts of zealous inquisitors, the cross-fire of
        satires, poems, and pamphlets raged in Germany.
        
All three classes of Humanists rallied around Reuchlin
        as a common leader. Johann Eck (1486-1543), the young professor of theology at
        Ingolstadt, attacked a reactionary theologian at Vienna as a fool and a
        sophist; for which we cannot help feeling there was some ground when we learn
        that, as Rector of the University, he forbade a young professor to lecture
        because he had dared to use the classic tu instead of the barbarous but customary vos.
        For it was a cause of much horror to the Old School as the Humanists mockingly
        put it, Quod simplex socius deberes tibisare unum rectorem universitatis qui est magister noster.
        
But the most energetic defender of Reuchlin was Ulrich
        von Hutten, a young representative of the pagan Renascence. He was placed by
        his father, a South German knight, in a convent at Fulda to be educated, whence
        he ran away at sixteen to go to the Humanistic University of Erfurt. Then for
        years he lived the wild and studious life of a wandering student, subsisting by
        the charity of friends who admired his talents. Italy, the loadstar of all who
        loved the New Learning, drew him also, and he learned in the South land not
        only a deeper love of letters, but a deeper hatred of the abuses of the Papacy.
        Epigrams written at this time, but published later, show it plainly. For
        instance, here is one:
        
On the Indulgence of Julius.
        
“See how the world of the faithful is guided by the
        merchant Julius, who sells what he does not possess heaven.
        
“Offer me at a bargain what you have! How shameless it
        is to sell what you are most in want of yourself! If the giants came back
        Jupiter would be done for. Julius would certainly sell them Olympus. But so long
        as another reigns and thunders above, I shall never take the trouble to bid for
        property in heaven.”
        
Hutten came back from his travels a bold and fluent
        satirist, German to the core, and plunged with fresh zeal into the ranks of the Reuchlinists.
        
They were already a marshaled army with published
        lists of names. One of their most distinguished muster-rolls was found in the
        volume printed at Tubingen, 1514, entitled Clarorum Virorum Epistolae, Latinae, Graecae et Hebriacae variis temporibus missae ad Joannem Reuchlin. It was
        with the aid of Hutten that a little company of the Erfurt Humanists published
        anonymously a parody entitled Epistolae obscurorum virorum ad venerabilem virum M. Ortuinum Gratium variis et locis et temporibus missas et demum in volumen coactas. It is a work so
        characteristic of its age that, by the confession of its best commentators,
        translation is impossible and paraphrase difficult. Its humor, whose tone has
        been well compared to that of Don Quixote, is stained by the filthy jesting,
        its hatred of ignorant intolerance by the reckless slander universal among
        scholars of the day, and it is written in a wild but most clever caricature of
        the dog-Latin of the monks.
        
The letters and poems in it were supposed to be addressed
        to Ortuin Gratius, of the
        theological faculty of Cologne, by a series of friends who bore such names as Eitelnarrabianus, Kukuk, Buntemantellus, Dollenkopfius, Schaffmulius. They propounded learned questions for
        discussion, or reported journeys to other universities. Through them all runs a
        thread of allusion to Reuchlin and the advance of the New Learning. They
        suggest absurd arguments for his discomfiture, or they tell of how his friends
        at other universities turned the narrator out of the inn as an enemy of the
        Muses. One reports that the chief preacher in Wurzburg is a dangerous man who
        announces that he belongs to no school except the school of Christ; that he
        preaches plainly, without the tricks of rhetoric and logic, and the people like
        it. He even dared to say, when Brother Jacob announced the sale of indulgences,
        that if a man bought a hundred indulgences, and did not live well, he will be
        damned, and the indulgence will not help him in the least. Another reports a
        disputation over a passage of prophecy in which his adversary asserted that the
        light of truth was about to be cast upon the dirty, dark, and senseless
        theology which had been brought into vogue a few hundred years before by men
        ignorant of Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. God was sending new doctors with lights,
        like Reuchlin and Erasmus, who had just put out a true edition of Jerome, a
        real theologian; and he was working at the text of the New Testament, which was
        worth more than to have twenty thousand Scotists and
        Thomists disputing for a hundred years over ens and essentia.
        
A single one of these letters will serve as a favorable
        specimen. It is from Thomas Langschneider to his old
        master Gratius, asking an opinion upon a learned
        question. With many quotations from Aristotle and the Bible, he describes a
        feast at Leipzig, given, according to custom, by one who had just become master
        in theology; and after they had enjoyed the roast capons, fish, Malvoisie and
        Rhine wine, Eimbecker, Torgauer,
        and Neuburger beer, they began to discuss learned
        themes. And finally Magister Warmsemmel, a reputable Scotist, and Magister Delitzsch,
        a doctor of medicine and law, became involved in an insoluble dispute as to
        whether one who was about to become a doctor of theology (Magister Noster) should be called Magister Nostrandus or Noster Magistrandus. Warmsemmel points out that magistrare is a verb, but nostro, nostrare, is not to be found
        in any dictionary. To which his antagonist replied that in Horace’s Ars
          Poetica the right to make new words was clearly established. The
        correspondent asks Gratius to decide which was
        right, and, in closing, inquires how the war comes on with that scoundrel
        Reuchlin, who, he understands, obstinately refuses to recant. This mildest of
        all the letters seems like fairly strong sarcasm, but it needed coarse point to
        touch its victims, for a Dominican prior in the Low Countries was so pleased
        with this new defence of the labors of his order on
        behalf of orthodoxy that he ordered a large number of copies to be sent to
        friends in high rank. History does not record what he said when he discovered
        his mistake on reading the last letter of the second part, which even the most
        Boeotian wits could not misunderstand.
        
The learned farce was received with Homeric laughter.
        We can well imagine that, even in Cologne, the student body was delighted with
        it, and if anything was needed to bring youngest Germany to the side of the New
        Learning, the Epistolae Obscurorum Virorum did it. But as subsequent editions became
        diffused and coarsened the judicious grieved. Reuchlin thought it vulgar, and
        tradition says he remonstrated sharply. A young professor of theology at
        Wittenberg, Martin Luther, though counted among the Reuchlinists,
        said it was impertinent, and called the author Hans Sausage. Erasmus, though
        he liked it at first, finally spoke of it with asperity as an injury to the
        Humanistic cause.
        
For Erasmus was working on altogether different lines.
        Colet and his two younger friends, More and Erasmus, were united in a more or
        less unconscious cooperation at a common work reform by the demonstration of a
        reasonable Christianity; the philosophy of Christ applied to the problems of
        the world.
        
With Colet this desire took a more personal and
        religious form, and as time went on the thoughts of the Dean of St. Paul became
        more and more centred on Christ. He had arranged
        Christ’s sayings into groups to remember them better and planned a book upon
        them. His preaching, the most influential in England, dwelt more and more on
        the blessings and example of Christ. He loved children, quoting the example of
        our Lord, and bent his learning to write a little Latin grammar for them, that
        they might grow to perfect literature and come at last to be great clerks. He
        gave his whole private fortune to found St. Paul’s School for the free
        education of one hundred and fifty-three boys, with the intent by this school
        specially to increase knowledge and worshipping of God and our Lord Jesus
        Christ, and good Christian life and manners in the children. With Thomas More,
        greatest advocate, and finally Lord Chancellor of England, the desire to
        propagate the philosophy of Christ expressed itself naturally in the direction
        of social and political reforms. His Utopia was a description of an
        ideal commonwealth, described by an old traveler he met in Antwerp through the
        introduction of Peter Giles, a well-known merchant of that city. It ridicules
        the passion for war then ruling the hearts of all Christian princes; skilfully denounces by comparison the crying injustices
        done to the laboring classes by society and the laws which confer benefits on
        the gentry and care to do nothing at all for peasants, colliers, servants, wagoners, and mechanics, without whom no state could exist.
        He points out that in England only four people in ten could read, and proposes
        as a better ideal, not an ignorant nation divided into jealous classes of rich
        and poor, but a true community, comfortable and educated throughout. He
        suggests as one means of accomplishing this to so repress idleness, restrict
        luxury, and manage work that the hours of labor should be confined to six a day
        for each male. He proposed sanitary reform to stop the plagues, and hints at
        other improvements which have become matters of course to us of these latter
        days. Through all the work he shows the firm faith that the teachings of Christ
        and the guidance of reason are workable, fitted, if men would only live by
        them, to establish a Kingdom of God upon earth.
        
With Erasmus this desire to propagate the philosophy
        of Christ turned in the direction of scholarship. Not, indeed, that the acute writer,
        who had learned from books and letters a thorough knowledge of the world,
        neglected the idea of political reform. His Praise of Folly, which ran
        through seven editions in a few months, was a classic treatment of the theme
        handled by Brant in the chaotic Ship of Fools; and his Christian
          Prince, written for the young Charles, afterward Emperor of Germany, is, as
        has been well suggested, the opposite to The Prince of Machiavelli, then
        lying in manuscript. He bids the Prince secure the favor of God by making himself
        useful to the people, for the duties between a prince and his people are
        neutral. But these were simply the pastimes of a hard worker. The labor of his
        life was the New Testament in Greek; not the first Greek Testament finished by
        the New Learning, for the Complutensian polyglot was ready a few months
        earlier, but the first to be put in circulation.
        
His preface to the great work makes clear his hope to
        oppose two evils: first, the pagan tendency of the age, which, while straining
        the human mind to master all subtleties and toiling to overcome all
        difficulties, neglects, derides, and treats with coldness the philosophy of
        Christ; second, the tendency of the Old Learning to substitute the schoolmen
        for the gospels.
        
What are Albertus, Alexander, Thomas, Egidius, Ricardus, Occam, compared to Christ or Peter or
        Paul or John ? If the footprints of Christ be anywhere shown to us, we kneel
        down and adore. Why do we not rather venerate the living and breathing picture
        of him in these books? If the vesture of Christ be exhibited, where will we not
        go to kiss it? Yet his whole wardrobe could not represent him more vividly than
        these writings. We decorate statues with gold and gems for the love of Christ.
        These books present us with a living image of his holy mind.
        
The publication of this New Testament, which was also
        a sort of commentary, had been much opposed by the party of orthodoxy, and the
        grounds of opposition are clearly expressed in a letter of Martin Dorpius, of the University of Louvain, which beseeches
        Erasmus, “by our mutual friendship and your wonted courtesy, to desist from
        this attempt to supplement the Latin New Testament with a Greek version which
        amends the Vulgate.” Dorpius asserts the folly of
        such an attempt to correct a version which has in it no errors or mistakes. “For
        this is the version used and still used by the unanimous Universal Church, and
        it cannot be that she is mistaken”. “How could it be possible that the heretic
        Greeks could have preserved a truer text than the orthodox Latins? Besides, he
        continues, there is great harm in your attempt. If you discuss the integrity of
        the Scriptures many will doubt; for, as Augustine said to Jerome.  If any error should be admitted to have crept
        into the Holy Scriptures, what authority would be left to them? Therefore, I
        beseech you, limit your corrections to those passages of the New Testament in
        which you can substitute better words without altering the sense. “
        
In spite of these alarmed remonstrances the book
        appeared with a dedication, by permission, to the Pope, and was received with
        acclaim. Letters came to Erasmus from all sides; among them a poem from Philip
        Melanchthon, a young student of Tubingen, who was already known among his
        fellows as the second Erasmus.
        
To this chorus of praise there was strong dissent. The
        reactionary orthodox party of course objected bitterly, and Erasmus’s enemies
        were loud against him. Edward Lee, an Englishman, attacked him for many errors,
        among them the omission of the text on the three that bear witness in heaven which
        must, Lee said, result in a revival of Arianism and schism in the Church.
        
And there were other objections in a more kindly
        spirit. Martin Luther, a young professor of theology at Wittenberg, wrote to
        his friend Spalatin how much he regretted the evident
        preference of Erasmus for following Jerome in seeking the historical (he calls
        it the dead) sense of Scripture rather than the spiritual method of Augustine.”
        The more I study the book, the more I lose my liking for it. Erasmus, with all his
        learning, is lacking in Christian wisdom. The judgment of a man who attributes
        anything to the human will is one thing, but the judgment of one who recognizes
        anything but grace is another”. “Nevertheless”, he continues, “I carefully keep
        the opinion to myself, lest I should play into the hands of his enemies.”
        
Dr. Eck, the young professor of theology at Ingolstadt
        and a correspondent of Luther, wrote also to their common friend Spalatin his objections to the Novum Instrumentum.
        They applied not so much to its theology as to its critical method. Erasmus had
        pointed out that the apostles, quoting from memory, were not always exact in
        citing the Old Testament. He had also said that their Greek was not classic.
        Eck objects to the first remark on the Augustinian ground that to admit error
        destroys authority, and to the second because it attributes negligence or
        ignorance to the Holy Spirit. In conclusion he hopes that Erasmus would read
        Augustine more and Jerome less. Spalatin sent this
        letter to Erasmus, who replied in a friendly tone to the friendly remonstrance.
        He was publishing a splendid new edition of Jerome for the purpose of showing
        that the methods and results of his interpretation were not novelties, but had
        the authority of the father who gave the Church the Vulgate. Of course he could
        not surrender his deliberate preference, but he hoped that, as Jerome and
        Augustine had differed without ceasing to be friends, he and Dr. Eck might
        imitate their holy example.
        
Faber Stapulensis, who, when
        Erasmus settled at Basle in 1513, had written him a letter, brief but full of
        congratulations, praying that his life might be prolonged to enlighten the
        world with his labors, accused Erasmus of folly, ignorance, and vanity because
        he had suggested that doubts had been entertained as to the Pauline authority
        of the Epistle to the Hebrews. Erasmus had criticised points in Faber’s commentary on the Pauline Epistles, published in 1512, and
        the bitterness of this tone was doubtless due to the touchy vanity which is
        always the weakness of scholars, and which the most distinguished men of the
        sixteenth century had no shame in displaying. Erasmus himself too often whines
        like a spoiled child over the injustice of fate or the lack of appreciation of
        a world which flattered him incessantly.
        
Faber was by this time a great figure among men of
        letters. In 1513 Reuchlin had written to him as the restorer of Aristotle, the
        glory of whose works is everywhere, begging that he would present to the
        Sorbonne his defence against the charge of heresy
        brought by the theologians of Cologne. He had been gathering around him in
        Paris a little knot of scholars, chief among whom was Guillaume Farel, born of a noble family of Dauphine in 1489. Faber
        led these in pious exercises, frequently going with Farel to pray in the churches and make offerings of flowers at the shrines of the
        saints. His best lectures were upon the Psalms and the Epistles of Paul, on
        which he published a commentary, in 1502, which emphasizes the doctrine of
        justification by faith. Though his devotion to the Church and his hatred of
        schism remained unbroken, there grew upon Faber a conviction of the evilness
        of the times and a hope of better things. He seems to have shared the
        conviction of his correspondent, Erasmus, that reason and the Word of God
        would dispel the reigning darkness; for Farel has
        told us how earnestly he used to say, “William, the world is to be renewed, and
        you will see it.” Among his favorite scholars was the son of Briçonnet, a great
        officer of state who, on the death of his wife, took orders and became a
        cardinal. Guillaume Briçonnet became bishop and abbot while still young, and
        made his abbey a seat of letters devoted to religion. It was there that Faber
        finished, in 1509, his commentary on the Psalms.
        
Bound to this circle of French Humanists and to
        Erasmus and his friends at Basle by a lively correspondence was a Swiss who at
        an early age began to win distinction in letters. Ulrich Zwingli had been born
        in 1484 in the Alpine village of Toggenburg, of which
        his father was chief magistrate. His uncle, dean of the cathedral of a small
        city nearby, took the boy into his house and directed his education at the
        newly opened school. At the University of Vienna he fell under the power of the
        New Learning, and at the age of twenty-three was called to be pastor of the
        city of Glarus. He displayed power as a preacher, and strove to use in that
        exercise of his office all his knowledge, even learning the history of Valerius Maximus by heart to furnish historical illustrations.
        He soon became possessed of the best library in the vicinity, and as learning
        was scarce, the fame of his scholarship spread. He also made himself much
        beloved by the charm of his personality, which was heightened by skill in
        music; and a young friend, inviting him to his magister banquet at Basle,
        playfully addressed him as “the Apollonian lute-player and recognized Cicero of
        our age, a jest only in form, for he was already hailed as  the first to acclimatize Humanistic studies in
        Switzerland, and Erasmus wrote to him as one who, with his friends, would raise
        the Fatherland to a higher grade of education and morals”. These great labors
        and pleasures were broken by sterner duties when Zwingli marched as chaplain
        with the city company to support the banner of the Pope at Novara (1513) and Marignano (15 15). It was just before the last battle that
        his powerful sermon in the market-place of Monza hindered the main body of the
        confederates from accepting the bribes of France and deserting the League on
        the eve of battle.
        
Amid all these labors there had been growing in him an
        ever-increasing devotion to the study of the New Testament. The writings of two
        men were especially influential in directing his thoughts in this direction. He
        had the works of Pico della Mirandola in the edition published by Wimpheling at Strasbourg
        in 1504. Even as a student at Basle, Zwingli had gotten into trouble by
        confessing his agreement with some of the condemned theses of Pico, and now, as
        a man, he busied himself much with his writings. The works of Erasmus were all
        in his hands as fast as they appeared; the Enchiridion, the Praise of
          Fools, the Adages, and all the tractates, were his familiar
        companions; and when he visited Erasmus in Basle in 15 15 he could greet him as
        an old friend and master. Zwingli said afterward that Erasmus first made him
        aware of the evils which had gathered around the worship of saints and relics,
        and pointed out the absence of all allusion to such practices in the Bible. It
        was from these suggestions that Zwingli became sure, about the year 1515, that “Christ
        is the only Saviour, comfort, and treasure of our
        poor souls.”
        
Soon after, his outspoken condemnation of the French
        alliance, which, in his judgment, put the free confederacy in the hands of the
        French King, so offended some of the magistrates of Glarus, whom he denounced
        as takers of bribes, that he accepted a call to be preacher at the abbey of
        Einsiedeln. Since the fifteenth century the wonder-working statue of Einsiedeln
        had made it the centre of annual pilgrimages from all
        South Germany. The riches thus brought to the cloister coffers had wrought
        great inroads in the simple life of the monks. But the officials by whom
        Zwingli was called had repressed open scandals, and the abbot, while taking
        little personal interest in religion, was glad to have good sermons, and
        pleased that the abbey should become, under Zwingli and his friends, a centre of Humanism in Switzerland. It was very straight
        preaching the pilgrims heard from the new incumbent; not polemic, but the
        proclamation of positive truths whose acceptance would have closed the shrines
        and stopped the pilgrimages. The administrator of the cloister was in entire
        sympathy with the straightforward preaching, and also joined Zwingli in his
        literary studies, for which he made large purchases of books from Paris, Basle,
        and the other German presses. An extensive correspondence united the little
        circle of learned men with the literati of Basle, at whose head was Erasmus,
        and the circle of Faber Stapulensis, whose comment on
        the Psalms was one of Zwingli’s favorite working books. But when the New
        Testament of Erasmus appeared Zwingli turned to it, and we are told by one of
        his friends that he learned the Greek text of Paul’s Epistles by heart.
        
He was able to be quite a buyer of books, because
        since his sermon at Monza he received from the Pope a yearly present of fifty
        florins, which he used, perhaps by Leo’s wish, for the increase of his library.
        
        
CHAPTER XXIII.
        
THE COURT OF LEO X. HUMANISM IN ITALY AND SPAIN. THE
        THREE BOY KINGS.
        
        
FOR Leo shared his good fortune with generous hand.
        His life was mirthful and splendid. He ate little himself, fasting three times
        in the week, but he entertained royally, and his table cost him ninety-six
        thousand florins, or more than half the yearly income of the estates of the
        Church and seven times the total yearly salary of all the professors of the
        University of Rome. But he gave no banquet as splendid as that to which he was
        invited by his banker, Chigi, in honor of the
        christening of an illegitimate daughter. At the end of every course of the
        feast the gold and silver plate was thrown out of the windows into the river to
        be caught by nets hidden beneath the water.
        
These Papal banquets were adorned by poetry. The
        recital of extempore verses was a common amusement of Leo, and he often joined
        in the contests himself. A perfect swarm of poets lived on him, and, like
        Nicholas, he gave even to the bad ones. With the latter he was not above a
        practical joke; for a certain Baraballo, who recited
        atrocious verses to his own unbounded delight, was crowned poet and led in mock
        triumph through the city mounted on an elephant, the gift of the Portuguese
        King, whose navigators had brought it round the Cape from India. Leo would not
        allow the train to approach the Vatican, but his zest in the colossal joke, in
        which the whole court joined, is marked by the figure of the elephant on the
        door between two of the rooms decorated by Raphael.
        
The Pope’s favorite amusement was music. He sang well
        himself, and often joined in the concerts, to which he listened as in a dream
        of delight. It was at such times that he was most unbounded in his gifts. He
        took great pleasure also in acting, and his friends and household presented
        comedies before him, for which Raphael sometimes painted scenes and arranged
        decorations. These were frequently of a free tone, and the Pope’s presence at
        them often gave offence to the ambassadors and other visitors. Leo applauded
        and rewarded successful authors and actors, but he had a monk whose piece was a
        failure severely tossed in a blanket before him. He was very fond of cards
        also, and his losses and the presents he made amounted to sixty thousand
        florins a year more than twelve times the amount Raphael was paid for his work
        in the four great frescoed rooms of the Vatican, and ten times what Michael
        Angelo had received for painting the Sistine Chapel.
        
Of course no finances could stand such a strain as
        this. Leo had a regular income of between four and five thousand florins. In
        addition he sold between twenty-five and twenty-six hundred offices, which
        brought during eight years and a half a total of nearly three million florins.
        But he left debts amounting to nearly twelve hundred thousand ducats. Under his
        successor the ordinary expenses of the Roman State were reckoned at three
        hundred and fifty thousand florins, so that in eight years and a half the Pope
        spent on the conquest of Urbino, and other personal and family expenses, about
        four million florins, or an average of seven times the income of Agostino Chigi, who, with seventy thousand florins a year, was
        reckoned the richest merchant banker of Italy.
        
For part of this huge shower of gold scattered with
        liberal hand Leo received an extraordinary return. The age of Augustus is not
        rendered more illustrious by the writings of the men he patronized than the age
        of Leo by the works of the masters of the arts of design whom he employed; and
        in the popular mind he is remembered, not as the Pope under whom Switzerland
        and Germany broke away from the Papacy, but as the Pope for whom Bramante,
        Michael Angelo, and Raphael worked. Neither the glory nor the blame can be laid
        at his door. He found the immortal three in Rome when he ascended the throne,
        and he only continued to employ them on the designs of Julius II; and the
        revolt of Germany and Switzerland was the outcome of European movements working
        in England, France, and Germany, which we have seen beginning years before.
        
Another glory of the court of Leo, which, unlike the
        undimmed pictures of Raphael, has now faded, was the fame of the litterateurs
        and scholars who surrounded him. Rome usurped, under his rule, that
        unquestioned literary supremacy which she had for some years shared with
        Florence. His generous patronage made the Eternal City a veritable paradise of
        the Humanists. Next to a well-filled purse a skilled pen was the best
        recommendation to ecclesiastical preferment. The chief novelists and historians
        of Rome were bishops or at least apostolic secretaries, and among the cardinals
        and their friends were many men distinguished for literature.
        
These Roman lovers of letters and the arts fall
        naturally into the three classes we have noted before among the Humanists.
        
It is difficult to label the most distinguished
        stylist of his day Pietro Bembo, Leo’s secretary, and twenty-five years later
        cardinal under Paul III as anything but a pagan. His learning was never turned
        in the direction of the fathers or the Bible, nor were his philosophical discussions
        directed toward any of the questions of the day in Church or State. For every
        exhortation he turns, not to the New Testament, but to the holy character and
        teachings of a Socrates or a Plato. It is quite in keeping with all we know of
        him that he should write to his friend Sadoleto,
        begging him to hurry up his work on St. Paul’s Epistles and turn to Hortensius; for, he adds, The barbaric style of Paul will
        ruin your taste. Stop this child’s play, which is unworthy of an earnest man.
        
This Jacopo Sadoleto, Bishop
        of Carpentras, afterward, like Bembo, cardinal under
        Paul III, is a good representative of the Middle Party, whose effort was to
        reconcile ancient philosophy and the Bible. He answered his friend Fregoso, who blamed him for diverting any time from the
        study of the Holy Scriptures : The knowledge of liberal arts and philosophy
        must be regarded as a distinguished part of true wisdom, as steps for those who
        will mount to God. For, he asks, do you believe you will find in the nature of
        things or in any branch of science anything which escaped the all-embracing
        knowledge of Plato or the intellectual sharpness of Aristotle? But he finds the
        stay of his life, not in the teaching which we owe to Aristotle and Plato, but
        to God, the teacher and Creator of all. “In him alone is the hope of life. Only
        God can help and hold in trouble. Only in gratitude to him can we lead a happy
        and useful life.” Out of this double love of philosophy and religion came his
        two chief works, The Praise of Philosophy and The Commentary on the
          Epistle of Paul to the Romans It is probable that among the cardinals Contarini and Caraffa shared his
        views and hopes of a philosophy of Christ. Sannazaro,
        the famous Neapolitan, called the Christian Virgil, who crowned his popular
        eclogues of love and friendship with a poem on the birth of Christ, over which
        he spent twenty years and his best energies, was much admired by this circle.
        
We find the representative of that conservative and
        strictly orthodox Humanism which desired to use the New Learning only as a
        weapon for the defence of Christianity and the Church
        in the person of Hadrian of Corneto. It is a puzzle
        as yet unsolved by the writers who have alluded to it (e.g., Janitschek, Gebhardt, Springer, Grimm, et al.) why Hadrian
        of Corneto wrote the book On True Philosophy,
        which was published in 1507. He had long been the friend and follower of
        Rodrigo Borgia, and when his patron had become Pope rose rapidly in the scale
        of curial promotion until he obtained the red hat. Bramante built him a
        magnificent palace, and his riches caused the report that Alexander and Caesar
        died from changing the cups in an attempt to poison him in his own garden. He
        mingled in curial politics, had to flee from the wrath of Julius II., and was
        aware of the plot to assassinate Leo X. In consequence of this complicity he
        fled from the city, was deposed in contumaciam,
        lived in Venice, and, returning to the conclave at Leo’s death, was murdered on
        the road by his servant. He was the author of a poem on The Hunt, which
        was much admired, and a book on The Method of Speaking Latin, which went
        through many editions and is called one of the most solid productions of
        Italian Humanism. It is difficult to understand why such a cardinal should
        write a book opposing worldly learning and the study of philosophy, except to
        confess an inner conviction denied in his life. But such is the purpose of his De
          Vera Philosophia, a catena of quotations from Ambrose, Jerome, Augustine,
        and Gregory the Great.
        
He begins by asserting that the source of faith and
        knowledge is the Bible that there can be no true knowledge without faith and
        that human reason is powerless for divine things. He goes on to demand an
        implicit faith in the word of Scripture and to limit all knowledge by it:  “For what Scripture leaves hidden human
        presumption may not attempt to understand by conjecture. Scripture is a field
        on which, if we wish to build, we must dig steadily until we reach the rock
        which is Christ. None but those who have received God’s Spirit understand his
        Word. Dialectics must be cast aside, and the ornaments of rhetoric are to be
        despised.  If you ask me the
        circumference of the earth, I gladly confess I do not know, and it would do me
        no good to know. The free arts do not deserve the name, for only Christ makes
        free. The works of the poets, the wisdom of the worldly, the pomp of style, are
        the devil’s food. What has Aristotle to do with Paul, or Plato with Peter? At
        the last judgment the foolish Plato and his scholars will be summoned, and the
        proofs of Aristotle will avail him little. Not by the philosophers is true
        wisdom. Though they count and measure the stars, though they labor at grammar,
        rhetoric, or music, it is of no avail. They are only truly wise when they
        believe on Christ. There is no middle ground. Who stands not by Christ stands
        by the devil. Whoso is not in the kingdom of God . Why shall I speak of
        physics, ethics, or logic? All that human tongue can say is in Holy Scripture.
        Its authority is greater than the power of the whole human spirit”.
        
Already, at the beginning of the sixteenth century,
        there was stirring in Roman Humanism the spirit of the Catholic Reform. For in Sadoleto we see the complete union of letters and religion
        afterward to be shaped into the elaborate educational system of the Jesuits,
        while Hadrian’s book foretells the fiery zeal of implicit orthodoxy, despising
        all things in comparison to the fathers, the Church, and the Bible, which was
        to mount the throne in Paul IV.
        
This type of prelate, using knowledge in the service
        of an orthodoxy which loved existing institutions and desired to reform them,
        appears at this time in two men illustrious in the service of Spain. Both were
        learned, one in the Old Learning, the other in the New; one thought Humanism
        dangerous, the other welcomed it; but both were alike in their devotion to the
        Church and their desire for reform.
        
Hadrian Dedel was born in
        Utrecht in 1459. He received his education at Deventer and Louvain, where he
        studied especially Thomas Aquinas and Peter Lombard. As a young licentiate his
        lectures and skill in disputation won him a large fame, which led the Grand
        Duchess Margaret to give him money to take his degree and become professor of
        theology. The fruit of his studies appeared in a commentary on Peter Lombard
        and in a collection of scholastic discussions entitled Questiones Quodlibeticae, a love of the Old Learning which
        he never lost, for in 1515 he wrote advising the destruction of the books of
        Reuchlin. Hadrians’ reputation for learning and piety
        induced the Emperor Maximilian to appoint him tutor to his grandson Charles.
        The other grandfather, Ferdinand the Catholic, to whom he was sent as
        ambassador, appointed him Bishop of Tortosa in 1515.
        He had won the affection of his pupil in spite of his steady opposition to Charle’s desire to spend more time in knightly exercises
        than upon books. For the young Prince, not being endowed by nature with a
        pleasing presence, labored hard to attain the perfect horsemanship which he
        displayed in his stately entries. When Charles succeeded to the throne of Spain
        he associated Hadrian with Cardinal Ximenes in the management of the affairs of
        his kingdom, and shortly afterward Leo X made him a cardinal.
        
This Cardinal Ximenes, now eighty years old, was one
        of the ornaments of the College, though his honors and duties kept him from
        Rome. He displayed that union of patriotism, zeal for the Church, and love of
        letters which during the next century, the blooming-time of the Spanish race,
        was to be characteristic of its greatest men.
        
He was born in 1436, of a noble family of fallen
        fortunes, and graduated in theology from the University of Salamanca, where he
        lived for six years as a private tutor. At the age of twenty-two he went to
        Rome, where his knowledge of canon law enabled him to live as a consistorial
        advocate. He returned after six years with letters expectivae,
        which gave him a claim upon the first vacant benefice in the see of Toledo.
        These letters had frequently been denounced as an abuse, and were suppressed by
        the Council of Basle, but as the Pope denied its authority, they were still
        granted. The historic objections to the abuse of the expectivae strengthened the Archbishop of Toledo, who wished to confer the first vacant
        benefice upon an ecclesiastic of his household, in resisting the Papal grant.
        He imprisoned Ximenes for six years, vainly endeavoring to wrest from him the
        surrender of the benefice. At the end of that time, despairing of bending the
        will of the prisoner, the Archbishop gave him freedom and permitted his
        induction. Ximenes wisely exchanged his benefice for one in another diocese,
        where he soon rose to be vicar-general. But, displeased by the care of the
        details of the episcopal jurisdiction, he joined the strict Franciscans, and
        dwelt for many years in a hermitage, where he formed the ascetic habits which
        he practised all his life. From this retreat he was
        called to be confessor of the Queen, and shortly after was elected provincial
        of his order for Castile. In his new dignity he kept to the strictest letter of
        the rule of St. Francis, traveling on foot, and often begging his food. He soon
        received the appointment to the Archbishopric of Toledo, which made him at once
        Primate of Spain, head of the nobility, and the richest subject in the kingdom.
        He gave great offence by refusing to assume the state usual to his office, and
        still traveling on foot or by a mule, with one attendant. A letter was obtained
        from the Pope commanding him “outwardly to conform to the dignity of your state
        of life in your dress, attendants, and everything else relating to the
        promotion of that respect due to your authority.” Henceforth his state was
        royal, but he always wore a hair shirt under his robes, and he used the monkish
        scourge so severely on himself that his friends had to procure another letter
        of remonstrance from the Pope.
        
He first signalized himself by zeal for the
        conversion of the Moors, but recently become Spanish subjects under the treaty
        of Granada. He frequently invited to his palace the Moorish teachers and conferred
        with them on religion. To impress his instructions upon their sensual minds, he
        did not hesitate to make them presents of costly articles of dress, etc., and
        to do this encumbered his revenues for years. The conversion of some of these
        alfaquis was quickly followed by the conversion of great numbers of other
        Moors, so that after laboring only two months Ximenes was able to baptize four
        thousand people, in December, 1499.He also burned eighty thousand Moorish books
        in the market-place of Granada, sparing only the works on medicine, and
        defended his action against those who condemned it as a violation of the treaty
        of surrender made with the Moors, and the edicts of the Synod of Toledo, by
        which no Moor was to be forced to embrace Christianity. He felt himself
        restrained by no treaty against the descendants of renegades who had been
        converted to Mohammedanism from Christianity during the Moorish dominion. The
        children of all such though in a remote generation, he seized, carried off, and
        forcibly received them into the Church. An attempt to thus arrest a Moorish
        young woman raised a mob which killed the Archbishop’s officer. The courage of
        the Governor allayed the tumult, and Ximenes persuaded the King to offer to the
        inhabitants of the guilty city the choice of being baptized or suffering the
        penalties of treason. They chose the former, and thus in about a year Ximenes
        converted Granada.
        
His associate in these labors, the Archbishop of
        Granada, had caused the Holy Scriptures and other religious works to be
        translated into Arabic. But Ximenes drawing his attention to the danger likely
        to arise in the minds of the rude and ignorant from the reading of the Bible,
        it was decided to withdraw the Arabic Scriptures and circulate only the safer
        literature of devotion and edification.
        
Meanwhile the Primate had been turning his energies to
        the direction of the reform of education, and became the most munificent of the
        long roll of patrons and founders of schools which adorns the reign of
        Isabella. His great University of Alcala, begun in 1500, was opened about ten
        years later. The head college of San Idlefonso had
        thirty-three professors, one for each year of the life of Christ, and twelve
        chaplains, one for each of the twelve apostles. Ample provision was made for
        the study of Latin, Greek, and Hebrew according to modern methods, and the
        whole University was magnificently endowed. Within twenty years it numbered
        seven thousand students.
        
It was with the aid of this corps of scholars that
        Ximenes began the Complutensian polyglot. The ideas which moved him to the work
        are set forth in its preface: No translations represent perfectly the sense of
        the original. The transcripts of the Vulgate differ so much from one another
        that it is necessary for us to correct the Old Testament by the Hebrew text and
        the New Testament by the Greek text. Every theologian should be able, also, to
        drink of that water which springeth up to everlasting
        life at the fountainhead itself. This is the reason, therefore, why we have
        ordered the Bible to be printed in the original language with different
        translations. Our object is to revive the hitherto neglected study of the
        Sacred Scriptures. Upon this work he is said to have spent one hundred and
        twenty-five thousand dollars, whose purchasing value was perhaps five times
        what it is now. It was dedicated to Leo X. The New Testament appeared before
        Erasmus's, but did not circulate outside of Spain until after his. One of the
        editors, Zuniga, having sharply attacked the notes of Erasmus and spoken contemptuously
        of the northern scholar in the presence of Ximenes, the Cardinal said: God
        grant that all writers may do their work as well as he has done his. You are
        bound either to give us something better or not to blame the labors of others.
        The New Testament volume contains the Vulgate and a Greek text, with a system
        of notation indicating corresponding words in the two languages. The four
        volumes of the Old Testament contain the Hebrew, the Septuagint, the Vulgate,
        the Targum of the Pentateuch, and Latin translations of the Septuagint and the
        Targum. The work is accompanied by Hebrew, Chaldee, and Greek lexicons and
        grammars. Only six hundred copies were printed, and it soon became rare; but
        its influence passed on through the Antwerp and Paris polyglots, until all were
        replaced by the London polyglot of 1657.
        
But the work of Ximenes was not confined to missions,
        education, or patronage of sacred literature. He spent his enormous income
        freely in public works, churches, convents, and a great aqueduct for his native
        town. It was not long after he became Primate of Spain that he conceived the
        idea of a new crusade, and tried to rouse the kings of Spain, Portugal, and
        England. But he was obliged to content himself with a small crusade, which he
        led himself against Oran, a Moorish town of North Africa grown rich by piracy.
        He equipped the expedition of fourteen thousand men at his own expense. The
        city was taken at the first assault, and the inhabitants, men, women, and
        children, put to the sword. The expedition returned with five hundred thousand
        florins and eight thousand captives, having added a new province to the Spanish
        crown.
        
On the death of Ferdinand it was natural, therefore,
        that Ximenes should be appointed Regent of Spain until Charles should return
        from Flanders to be crowned. But scarcely had the new King reached Spain than
        he retired the great Cardinal from the service of State, and a few weeks later
        Ximenes died. The exact cause of his abrupt dismissal is not known, but
        probably the old man of eighty-two was not flexible to the plans of a new
        government headed by an ambitious boy.
        
For the destinies of Europe were at this time mingled
        with the ambitious dreams of three boys, each anxious to display his skill and
        the power of his new kingdom.
        
The ablest of the three was Charles I, King of Spain.
        His grandfather, Ferdinand, had married Isabella of Castile, conquered Navarre,
        expelled the Moors from Granada, and thus united Spain from the Pyrenees to the
        Mediterranean. And in the partition of Italy he had added to the possessions of
        his house the crown of Naples and Sicily, while the discoveries of Columbus and
        the bull of the Pope made him master of the gold-mines of the New World.
        Through his paternal grandmother, daughter of Charles the Bold, Charles was
        heir to the Netherlands, whose cities had succeeded Venice as the centre of European trade, and Burgundy, which is now the
        northwest corner of France. He was also the heir of his grandfather, the
        Archduke of Austria. Thus in 1516, at the age of sixteen, he inherited a power
        greater than any prince since Charlemagne.
        
England, whose terrible civil War of the Roses closed
        with the fifteenth century, was ruled by Henry VIII, a beautiful and talented
        Prince of twenty-five, the patron of More, Erasmus, and Holbein, but
        self-indulgent and possessed, in spite of his common sense, by a restless
        thirst for distinction.
        
France, to which the great vassal duchy of Brittany
        had just been organically united, was in 1515 inherited by Francis I, at the
        age of twenty-one. He was an apt pupil of the culture of the Renascence, and
        not slack in the practice of its vices, from which his two predecessors died.
        He was a skilful jouster, and aspired to be the first
        knight of Europe. This desire was flattered in the battle of Marignano, which, as we have seen, resulted in restoring
        French rule over the duchy of Milan and bartering the liberties and income of
        the French Church to Leo X.
        
At the death of Maximilian, King of the Romans (a
        title borne by the Emperor elect of Germany until he was crowned at Rome), all
        three of these young kings became candidates for the imperial dignity which
        gave the honor of the headship of Europe. It was a dignity to which none but a
        powerful and wealthy prince could venture any longer to aspire, for the office
        had almost no revenue and little more power to enforce authority than the
        incumbent could raise from his personal resources. The German Empire was simply
        a congeries of states and commonwealths, bishoprics, free cities, and dynastic
        principalities, under an elective head, counselled by a diet of princes and
        ambassadors, but possessed of no organ of government by which any class of the
        German body politic, except its jealous and warring princes, could rightly form
        or express a common purpose. Among the hundreds of members of this loose
        confederation smaller leagues arose, which, as we have seen in the life of
        Reuchlin, sometimes maintained common tribunals, sometimes oppressed a weaker
        member of the Empire. Strife between these dynasties and commonwealths was
        incessant, nor was it looked upon as civil and unnatural war that Nuremberg
        should fight with a neighboring city, or a great noble repress with arms the
        ambition of some usurping bishop. Just before the end of the century, indeed,
        the Reichstag had endeavored to establish a perpetual land peace, but within
        ten years a war between the Swabian and the Swiss Leagues desolated South
        Germany, and another contest over the will of the petty Duke of Baiern-Landshut laid waste the rich provinces of the Rhine.
        
The choice of the Emperor of this confederation was in
        the hands of seven electors: the Archbishops of Mainz, Cologne, and Treves, the
        King of Bohemia, the Duke of Saxony, the Count Palatine of the Rhine, and the
        Margrave of Brandenburg. These princes knew the value of their votes in this
        crisis, and the French agents went into Germany followed by a pack-train of
        gold. When the ambassador protested that such a way to the imperial crown was
        beneath his King, Francis answered, “If you had to do with people who possessed
        even a shadow of virtue your counsel would be good; but in these times whoever
        wants the Papacy or the Empire, or anything else, can only get it by bribery or
        force”. Henry of England had no chance against his wealthier antagonists. But
        the Spanish agents were not behind in offering coin and good marriages, which
        served as well. The bargaining was sharp. The Count Palatine was said to have
        changed sides six times, and finally wrote that “we cannot do anything better,
        worthier, more agreeable to Christ, or more wholesome for all Christians than
        to elect Francis.” When the Spanish ambassador told the Archbishop of Mainz
        that it was a shame to sell himself to France, he replied that Spain could have
        him by giving more, and, starting at one hundred thousand gulden additional,
        finally took twenty thousand after three days of chaffering.
        
To this willingness to sell his vote there was only
        one exception, Frederick the Wise of Saxony, whose honest patriotism finally
        brought him from three of the electors the offer of the crown. The Pope urged
        him to accept, but Frederick was too modest or too wise to do so. For the Pope
        did not want either of the great competitors to gain the prize. Francis held
        the key of North Italy in Milan. Charles was King of Naples, and it was Leo's
        policy to keep the balance of power between them, to play one off against the
        other and make his profit out of the game. He who had power to crush the other
        would be too powerful for a safe neighbor to the house of the Medici or the
        states of the Church.
        
Charles won the prize, partly because the German
        people preferred the grandson of Maximilian to an emperor who spoke a foreign
        tongue; partly, also, because the agents of Francis had put too much weight on
        the power and wealth of their monarch, his personal strength and skill in arms,
        his splendid army, and his obedient kingdom. And the electors, who thought
        little of the Turkish war, but much of their own independence, preferred the
        weak and silent Charles. So the able, strong-willed, closemouthed, and
        zealously pious lad was crowned Emperor of Germany at nineteen, to the wrath of
        Francis and the despair of the Pope.
        
        
CHAPTER XXIV.
        
THE NORTH LOSES PATIENCE WITH THE PAPACY . THE LEADERS
        OF REVOLT IN GERMANY, SWITZERLAND, FRANCE, AND ENGLAND.
        
        
BOTH triumphant Emperor and furious Pope were
        confronted by a force neither was large enough to understand. For, great as
        Charles was to become in politics and statecraft, he was not one of the rare
        men, born and not made, who are capable of appreciating or directing the play
        of those primal social forces whose appearance foretells the change of ancient
        institutions and the beginning of a new era of history. He could handle skilfully jealous dynastic interests, but he never
        understood the meaning of patriotism. He could rule well in peace and war as
        the head of the greatest house in Europe and the God-anointed King of many
        lands, but he never knew the force of national feeling struggling half
        unconsciously for liberty. He was a zealous child of the Church, who in his old
        age turned aside from the glories of earth to prepare his soul for heaven, but
        he never felt a thrill of the passion for truth which inspires the voices of
        those who cry in the wilderness.
        
This great man of a narrow type, and the Pope, whose
        highly cultivated taste was without a touch of creative power, were confronted
        by a movement whose violence can be compared to nothing else in European
        history but the Barbarian Invasion and the French Revolution.
        
The Reformation of Religion in the sixteenth century
        was a European movement, the result of forces which had been working for
        generations, and the men who made it were also made by it. It varied almost
        immediately into separate ecclesiastical institutions and produced different
        types of theology, but it was not in any sense sectarian. The influence of it
        is nowhere more visible than in the reform within the ancient Church, known as
        the Catholic Reaction. This emerged nearly a generation later, at a time beyond
        the limits of this sketch, but its spiritual source has been briefly indicated
        in the Humanistic orthodoxy of Spain and Rome. Neither was the Reformation in
        any sense a national movement. For one hundred years the transalpine world had
        asked again and again for that reform of the Church in head and members which
        the Council of Constance had left to the Popes. And when Sixtus IV, Innocent VIII, Alexander VI, Julius II, and Leo X had demonstrated the
        unwillingness of the Papacy to reform itself, the Council of the Lateran chose
        that instant to revoke the decrees of Constance and deny the right of the
        Church to reform the Papacy. The loyalty with which the nations of the north
        had clung, in spite of almost unbearable rebuffs and disappointments, to the venerable
        institution of their fathers was exhausted. They were weary of patience. At
        last they were reluctantly compelled to admit that they were confronted, not by
        an ecclesiastical theory, but by an intolerable religious situation. They
        abandoned all hope of reform and ripened rapidly for revolution.
        
And the men who could give voice and form to this new
        desire were at hand among the Younger Humanists. They spoke almost
        simultaneously in four places where we have seen the New Learning firmly
        established. By 1525 the demand for revolt against the traditional institution
        of the Papacy, on the ground of the New Testament and the conscience, had been
        heard from Martin Luther in Germany, from Zwingli in Switzerland, from
        spiritual descendants of Colet in England, from the friends of Faber Stapulensis in France. And all of these men read the New
        Testament, on which they based their criticism of existing institutions, in the
        edition of Erasmus.
        
Martin Luther was an Augustinian monk who taught
        theology in the new University of Wittenberg, founded by Frederick the Wise of
        Saxony. In 1517, when a Dominican by the name of Tetzel came up through Germany
        selling indulgences for the triple benefit of the Archbishop of Mayence, the banking-house of Fugger in Augsburg, his creditor,
        and the Papal fund of St. Peter's, Luther was roused, as many men of his day
        had been, by this abuse of a traditional custom of the Church. Tetzel was
        forbidden to enter Saxony by the Elector, who had endowed the University by
        impounding the money gained by a similar traffic sixteen years before. But
        Tetzel approached as near to the Saxon boundary as he dared and set up his
        booth. Luther, who had already preached twice to warn the people against
        buying, published in October, 1517, ninety-five theses in Latin, intended to
        provoke an academic disputation upon the virtue of indulgences. These theses
        were addressed to the learned. They were heard by the people. Translated at
        once, in fourteen days they were read by all Germany. Two of the chief prosecutors
        in the affair of Reuchlin, which was still dragging its course through the
        courts of the Church, immediately attacked Luther as a heretic, though as a
        matter of fact his theses denied no proposition which had ever been
        authoritatively established by the Church as de fide. And his acquaintance,
        Johann Eck, like himself trained in the New Learning, vigorous, able, with a
        prodigious memory and great dialectic skill, denounced him in a pamphlet
        entitled Obelisks.
        
Then Luther dropped Latin, always a Sauls’ armor to him, and came out in his sermon on Indulgences
        and Grace in rough, virile German. For he was evidently of the opinion of
        his contemporary, the Humanist Glarean, of Basle, who
        said that it was not possible to describe Tiberius in Latin, but in German it
        was easy to call him ein abgefeimter, ehrloser, znichtiger Bösewicht. With
        this swinging weapon, which he forged himself (he was the first German to write
        great things in his native tongue), Luther smote his enemies, hip and thigh, from
        the Baltic to the Alps. And when Charles was elected Emperor he was become, by
        the testimony of friend and foe, the most noted man in Germany.
        
In particular the Humanists had rallied to his side,
        seeing in the assaults made on him a continuation of the battle against Reuchlin.
        Early in 1519 Christopher Scheurl, a common friend of
        Eck and Luther, wrote to remonstrate with Eck for attacking Luther: “Thou wilt
        draw upon thyself the disfavor and hatred of almost all Erasmians and Reuchlinists, all friends of classic studies, as
        well as the modern theologians. I have just been through several of the chief
        bishoprics, and find everywhere stately hosts of Martinists.”
        
But had these been the only allies Luther found there
        can be no doubt that he would have perished at the stake like Huss and
        Savonarola. It was well for him that he found the support of the German people,
        rejoicing that at last they had a man after their own heart, who could speak
        their wrath at a system by which Italian prelates drained their gold for a
        luxurious court. To this support of the German people Luther soon began to make
        direct appeal. For slowly in these years he passed through the feeling of a
        prophet protesting against traditional abuses in a venerable institution, and
        became possessed by the idea that he was the defender of the truth of the
        Gospel and the liberty of a Christian people against the false tyranny of a
        foreign Antichrist. He thus united to the desire for reform that patriotic
        feeling, speaking to the people in their own tongue, which we have marked as
        one of the three tendencies observable among German men of letters for the last
        two generations.
        
There can be little doubt that progress in this
        direction was made easier to him by the example of Ulrich von Hutten. Before he
        left Italy, some months before the posting of Luther’s theses, Hutten had
        arranged to receive a copy of the pamphlet of Laurentius Valla on the so-called
        Donation of Constantine. This was the first full exposition that the document
        on which the Dominium Temporale had long been
        canonically based was a forgery (a fact now universally recognized by all
        scholars, Roman Catholic and Protestant alike). Hutten printed the manuscript
        with an ironical dedication to the Pope, who would of course rejoice at the
        proof that the temporal power, which evil Popes had so frequently misused, was
        founded in error. He followed this by his Address on the Turkish War to
        the princes assembled at the Reichstag in Augsburg in 1518, in which appears
        the consciousness that Germany had been drained by Papal taxes for crusades
        which never marched, when the Germans, if they would, could defend themselves
        against the infidel. “Therefore”, he ends, “if I may say boldly what I think,
        you must in this war be on your guard against Rome as much as against Asia.”
        Luther was in Augsburg at this time, but Hutten gave little thought to him,
        regarding the discussion of his theses as only a monk’s quarrel. But as the
        conflict deepened around Luther, Hutten, who cared nothing for the religious
        questions at issue, began to see in him a German oppressed by the great foe of
        Germany, and in two pamphlets of the spring of 1520 led the way in the path of
        an appeal to the nation.
        
The Romish Triads is a dialogue in the course of which one of the speakers repeats the
        triads of Vadiscus, a traveler returned from Rome.
        Three things, he says, are banished from Rome simplicity, temperance, and
        piety. Three things are demanded by everyone in Rome, short masses, old gold,
        and a licentious life. Of three things no one in Rome cares to hear of a
        General Council, of the reformation of the clergy, and of the beginnings of
        common sense among the Germans. With three things the Romans can never be
        satisfied money for bishops’ palliums, Papal monthly taxes, and annates. Three
        things pilgrims are wont to bring from Rome’ stained consciences, spoiled
        stomachs, and empty purses, etc. The hearer listens with applause and closes
        the dialogue thus:  See in Rome the great
        storehouse of the world, in which is heaped up what is robbed from all lands.
        In the middle of it is the great weevil, surrounded by his fellow-devourers,
        who destroy huge heaps of fruit. They have first sucked our blood, then gnawed
        off the flesh; now they have come to the marrow and are mashing up our very
        bones. Will not the Germans take themselves to their weapons and rush on with
        fire and sword? We give them our gold; we pay for their horses and dogs and
        mules and the instruments of their vices. With our money they nourish their
        wickedness, pass pleasant days, robe in purple, bridle their horses and mules
        with gold, build marble palaces. When shall we gain sense and revenge our shame
        and the universal ruin?
        
The pamphlet entitled The Spectators was even
        stronger. It represents Phoebus and his driver Phaethon halting the chariot of
        the sun at midday to look down through the clouds on the earth. They see in
        Germany a great gathering in a city. It is a procession bringing in the Papal
        Legate to the Reichstag at Augsburg. Phoebus explains to Phaethon what is happening,
        and describes the weakness and the strength of the different orders of the
        German people as they appear in the procession. He finds something to blame in
        each, but thinks the priests worst of all. They own half Germany, do nothing,
        and spend their days in idleness. It is a shame for the nation, out of mistaken
        piety, to tolerate them longer. Suddenly they notice that someone is calling up
        to them angrily out of the procession. It is the Papal Legate scolding the sun
        for not having shone for ten days. “Don't you know that, as the representative
        of the Pope, I have power to bind and loose not only on earth, but in heaven?”
        Phoebus answers that he has heard some such thing, but does not believe it.
        Whereupon the Legate calls him a bad Christian and threatens to excommunicate
        him unless he makes confession. Phoebus wants to know what would happen then,
        and the Legate suggests several penances. Phoebus begins to laugh, and the
        Legate, in a towering rage, excommunicates him. Phoebus tries to soothe him by
        suggesting that he thought it kindness not to shine too brightly, because the
        Legate might have things to do which he would not care to have the Germans see.
        He answers that he cares nothing for the Germans, and begs the sun to start a
        pestilence among them, that there may be many empty benefices, so that he and
        the cardinals can make some money. Whereupon Phaethon breaks in to call him a
        cursed scoundrel, and bids him tell the Pope that if he does not send better
        legates to Germany the sheep will rise against so unrighteous and bloodthirsty
        a shepherd. Whereupon the Legate answers with an excommunication. Phaethon
        consigns him to the ridicule of the Germans, perhaps to something worse than
        their ridicule. Then Phoebus bids him drive on.
        
Hutten followed this modernized bit of Aristophanes by
        a collection of writings from the end of the fourteenth century, the time of
        the great schism: protests against Papal abuses, assertions of Conciliar
        Supremacy, and assertions of academic freedom. They were prefaced by a Letter
          to all German Freemen, in which Hutten begged them not to let Luther suffer
        as other protesters had suffered. The axe is laid at the foot of the tree.
        Therefore be of good courage, ye German men, and stand by one another. Do not
        be frightened, neither fail in the midst of the battle. For in the end we shall
        win through, we shall win through. Freedom forever! The die is cast.
        
Within a few weeks of these words appeared Luther's Address
        to the Christian Nobility of the German Nation, a deeper note of the same
        tone, and in the heart of the people there was formed a fixed resolve that,
        come what might, Martin Luther should not be burned.
        
The Papal Nuntius to the
        Reichstag at Worms in 1521 wrote : “Nine tenths of Germany cries, Luther, and
        the other, Death to the Roman Curia, while everybody calls, General Council.
        Compared to this, the trouble between Henry and Gregory [Canossa] was an affair
        of roses and violets.” Luther’s journey to Worms, to answer before the Reichstag
        on a charge of heresy, was a triumph. Cities threw open their gates,
        universities crowned him with honor, and he entered the hall the elected
        champion of German freedom.
        
There was none of the pomp of Constance in the crowded
        and noisy Reichstag, but the situation was the same. To Luther, as to Huss, the
        word of the Church was, Retract or be burned, and, like Huss, Luther
        chose death. Then, according to the agreement, the Emperor gave him a
        safe-conduct for twenty-one days, and launched against him the ban of the
        Empire. Luther started home, was taken out of his wagon the second day by five
        men disguised as robbers, who rode off with him, and for two years not a
        hundred people knew where he was.
        
Meanwhile Ulrich Zwingli had also been slowly drifting
        into revolt against the Papacy. In his case the schism did not begin with any
        sudden accusation of heresy. When he thundered from the pulpit of Einsiedeln
        against a vender of indulgences, he had the approval of his Bishop and the
        Papal Legate. It was shortly after this successful protest that (in the fall of
        1518) his name was suggested as preacher of the cathedral of Zurich. But the
        appointment was opposed, as Zwingli's friends wrote him, because he was accused
        of the seduction of the daughter of a respectable man near Einsiedeln. Zwingli
        denies the seduction of an honorable woman by acknowledging with shame that he
        has not kept himself free from the company of concubines; and this confession
        of a fault common to all the clergy of the time was considered so unimportant
        that he was elected cathedral preacher of Zurich, though in his penitent letter
        he had begged his friend to withdraw his name if it were thought that by his
        election “the cause of Christ would suffer”.
        
He began at once a style of preaching new to the city.
        Instead of commenting on texts, he took up a book of the Bible and expounded it
        in course from beginning to end. In this way he went through the whole New
        Testament in six years. He was a most skilful speaker, and had carefully trained his weak voice until it was flexible and
        penetrating. To the logical exposition of the text he added practical
        reflections upon the duties of the city at home and abroad, and attacks upon
        the abuses of the times. He had already protested against indulgences, and
        when, early in 15 19, a certain Samson brought the traffic into the
        neighborhood, Zwingli attacked it fiercely in the pulpit and by protest to the
        ecclesiastical authorities. The result was an inhibition against the preaching
        of Samson by the Bishop of Constance, an edict refusing him entrance to the
        country from the Council of Zurich and the assembled deputies of the Swiss
        Confederates, and the whole was crowned by a Papal letter censuring him for
        misstatements of the doctrines of absolution and ordering him to obey the
        orders of the Pope’s beloved sons, the Swiss Confederates. Such utterances
        brought to Zwingli the hatred of the extreme conservatives, but the love of
        northern Switzerland; and when the report of his death by the plague spread in
        the fall of 1519, he was mourned in Basle as the hope of the whole Fatherland, “the
        trumpet of the gospel.”
        
It was soon after his recovery from this illness that
        Zwingli received the writings of Luther which asserted that faith was not bound
        by any human authority. He was filled with joy to find another stating so
        bravely and clearly convictions to which he had himself arrived, and he wrote
        to Luther, calling him David and Hercules in a breath, and mixing up Cacus and Goliath in the approved fashion of an evangelical
        Humanist.
        
It was not long before the preacher of Zurich became
        involved in direct opposition to the will of Leo. When he first went to the
        city he had desired to surrender his small Papal pension, but the Legate had
        persuaded him to keep it, on the express condition that it was simply the
        present of the Pope, who loved learning, to a distinguished scholar, and bound
        him in no wise to the suppression of opinion. In view of the condemnation of
        Luther it seemed impossible to receive it, and Zwingli wrote to the Legate positively
        declining to accept another payment. The next year a Papal ambassador obtained
        from the Council of Zurich the hire of a legion of mercenaries. Zwingli
        instantly denounced this sale of lives, which ought to be risked only in defence of the Fatherland to “the wolves who eat men”. “Well
        do these cardinals wear red hats and mantles”, he said, “for if you shake them
        gold pieces fall out, but if you wring them there runs out the blood of your
        sons and brothers and fathers and friends.” And the next year, horrified by a
        narrow escape from a conflict between their men and another body of Swiss in
        the army of France, and cheated out of their pay, the Council forbade foreign
        service to all inhabitants of the canton.
        
It was soon after this that Zwingli, having in vain
        sent in a petition to the Bishop, signed by ten priests, asking to be released
        from the priestly vow of celibacy, as not required by the gospels or practised by the early Church, married the widow of a dead
        nobleman who lived near him. In the middle of the year he published his first
        attack upon the principle of unlimited ecclesiastical authority. An attempt by
        the monks to forbid Zwingli from preaching on certain topics and disturbing the
        opinions which had the authority of approved theologians, resulted in a
        resolution of the City Council that the city pastor must preach only what was
        in the Bible and pay no attention to Duns Scotus or Thomas Aquinas. Five days
        later the assembled clergy of the canton passed unanimously a resolution to
        preach only what was in the Word of God. Then, in a pamphlet entitled Beginning
          and End, addressed to his Bishop, Zwingli defended the liberty of preaching
        the Word against all traditional authority. And he closed with the hope that “we
        may unite as the bride of Christ, without spot or wrinkle, leaving the Church
        that is nothing else but spot and wrinkle, because the name of God is defamed
        by her”. This was followed by a “Counsel concerning the Message of the Pope to
        the Princes of Germany”, in which he besought them not to surrender Luther,
        with whose destruction the Pope would fasten his power upon Germany and the
        whole world.
        
Meanwhile, at Paris, even the quiet Faber had fallen
        into trouble with the orthodox theologians. He published in 1518 a short treatise
        to prove that Mary, the sister of Lazarus, Mary Magdalene, and the woman who
        was a sinner were not one and the same person. But the lessons appointed to be
        read on fast-days implied that they were, and he was attacked for heresy. On
        the 9th of November, 1521, the theological faculty of Paris declared that any
        defender of Faber’s proposition was a heretic. And a letter of that fall, from
        a monk of Annecy to a friend at Geneva, reported a conversation of Dominican
        monks, in which they concluded that there were four Antichrists in the Kingdom
        of Christ: Erasmus, Luther, Reuchlin, and Faber. Meantime Faber had been
        fortunately called out of the neighborhood of the heresy-hunters. Briçonnet
        invited him and several friends to reside at Meaux, the capital of his diocese,
        and aid in his pastoral labors for the reform of religion. Among those who went
        with him was Guillaume Farel, who resigned his
        position of professor of philosophy in order to go. Confident in the friendship
        and sympathy of the mother and sister of the King, and supported by these
        scholars, Briçonnet began a reform of the Church in miniature. The neglected
        pulpits of the city were regularly filled, and Faber began the translation of
        the Bible into French. The people flocked eagerly to the churches, but the
        conservatives were filled with wrath to hear the use of holy water for the dead
        denounced, and the doctrine of purgatory rejected as resting only on tradition
        and not found in the New Testament. Farel recalled a
        dozen years later how, on one occasion, Faber, pleased with the reception of
        his new commentary on the Gospels, prophesied in company that the Gospel would
        spread through all France to repress human tradition, and a certain monk named
        De Roma answered him, “I and the other members of my order will preach a
        crusade, and drive the King from his kingdom by his own subjects, if he permits
        your evangelical preaching.” And scarcely had the work begun at Meaux before
        the defenders of the faith at Paris were taking steps to recall this erring
        bishop from his dangerous paths.
        
Meantime, in England, a man of about the same age as
        Luther and Zwingli was treading in spirit the paths that led to revolt from the
        authority of the Church and an appeal to the New Testament as the final
        definition of religion. William Tyndale wrote of having been educated at Oxford
        in the days when the old barking curs, Duns’ disciples, and like draff called Scotists, the children of darkness, raged in every pulpit
        against Greek and Latin and Hebrew, giving great sorrow to the schoolmasters
        who taught true Latin; some, beating the pulpit with their fists for madness,
        and roaring out with open and foaming mouth that if there were but one Terence
        or Virgil in the world, and that same in their sleeves, and a fire before them,
        they would burn it, though it should cost them their lives, affirming that all
        good learning decayed and was utterly lost since men gave them unto the Latin
        tongue. But through Colet and the little knot of Grecians who had just left
        when Tyndale entered he somehow received the seed of the New Learning. From
        Oxford he went to Cambridge, where he may have heard Erasmus, and probably fell
        in with a student named Bilney, who has recorded that
        he formed the views for which he died at the stake by reading the New Testament
        of Erasmus soon after its publication. About 1521 Tyndale left the University
        an ordained priest, to act as chaplain to Sir John Walsh, a knight of
        Gloucestershire. The manor church of Little Foxbury was under an Italian bishop who had never been inside his diocese. The clergy
        were therefore more given to comfortable orthodoxy than to work, and it is not
        surprising that at suppers in the hall of the manor this man of the New
        Learning became involved in debates with them. It being objected by Madam Walsh
        that those who differed with him were great beneficed clergy, spending from one
        to three hundred pounds a year, and that it did not stand to reason that a poor
        clerk like himself, however well he might argue, could really be right in opposing
        the authority of such dignitaries, Tyndale was put upon some other means of
        quieting the conscience of his worthy hostess. And he bethought him of
        translating the Enchiridion of Erasmus, which he presented to her in
        English as the work of a man high in favor with the Archbishop and King of
        England. This seems to have maintained his standing in the manor, and he was
        able to free himself from a charge of heresy brought against him by neighboring
        clergymen before the Chancellor of the diocese.
        
These troubles, which he perceived grew out of the
        ignorance of his accusers, suggested to him the idea of translating the Bible,
        not, as Wiclif had done, from the Vulgate, but from
        the original text. It is reported that when a certain disputant said to him,
        about this time, “It were better to be without laws than the Pope’s,” Tyndale
        answered, “I defy the Pope and all his laws.” And then added, quoting Erasmus, “If
        God spare me, ere many years I will cause that the boy who driveth the plough shall know more of Scripture than thou.” Such utterances soon made
        the country-side dangerous for him, and Tyndale went to London in the summer of
        1523, hoping to obtain for his translation of the New Testament the patronage
        of Tunstal, the young Bishop, a friend of More and
        Erasmus. But Tunstal received him coldly, and
        despairing of obtaining the episcopal sanction, without which his translation
        could not be printed in England, he sailed in the spring of 1524 for Hamburg.
        
        
CHAPTER XXV.
        
ADRIAN VI, THE HONEST ORTHODOX ECCLESIASTIC. THE OLDER
        HUMANISTS OF THE NORTH STAND BY THE CHURCH. THE YOUNGER APPEAL TO THE NEW
        TESTAMENT. CLEMENT VII, THE HEIR OF THE MEDICI.
        
        
ON the 1st of December, 1521, Leo died suddenly, of
        malarial fever, in the midst of the triumph of his politics, having just
        received the news that of all Italy only Genoa still held to France. The first
        thought of the conclave of cardinals was for the privileges of their order and
        the patronage of the new pontificate. An agreement was drawn up, that no
        cardinal might be arrested without a two-thirds vote of his peers; that their
        property should be free from tax; that every cardinal having less than six
        thousand florins a year should receive two hundred a month from a tax levied
        upon the cloisters; and that the offices of the cities of the patrimonium should be divided according to a detailed
        schedule among the cardinals. All having signed the agreement, they proceeded
        to election.
        
It was difficult England, France, and Spain had their
        part in the struggle, the great nepots were working
        each for his own hand, the younger cardinals were united in common jealousy of
        the older, and the better men were disgusted with the whole situation. When,
        for instance, Cardinals Farnese, Ancona, and Grassi offered the tiara to
        Zwingli's old friend, the Cardinal of Sion, he answered, “ I do not want to be Pope,
        but I will vote for no Pope that has a wife”, a threat that silenced the three
        politicians. In the midst of a frightful wrangle, the Cardinal Medici, pointing
        out that after so many failures it was manifest that no one present could be
        elected, nominated the absent Cardinal of Tortosa,
        Hadrian Dedel. The conclave stampeded, and, to their
        own astonishment, unanimously elected the former tutor of Charles V. The world
        was filled with amazement that one with no hand in Roman politics, known for
        his theological learning of the old school and his ascetic life, should have
        been made Pope. Everywhere the election was hailed with joy by men who hoped
        for the conservative reform of the Church. But in Rome there was mourning. The
        people were enraged at the choice of a barbarian, and the cardinals
        could not forgive themselves for electing one who had not signed the agreement
        concerning patronage and privileges. As they came from the conclave one by one,
        a howling mob led them to their palaces; and when he reached his door the
        Cardinal of Mantua bowed politely and thanked them for having used only words
        instead of stones against one who had been guilty of such a stupidity. A deep
        gloom settled upon the Papal court as the four thousand officials of Leo, who
        had paid big prices for their offices, looked forward to the coming of this
        strict churchman from the barbarous north.
        
When the Pope (Adrian VI) arrived in the city, August
        31, 1522, he found that he had a difficult task before him. The extravagance of
        Leo had left the treasury so empty that the cardinals had to pawn the
        tapestries of Raphael and the silver statues out of the Sistine Chapel to raise
        funds for the journey of the Legates who informed him of his election, and the
        mass of Leo's debts, at huge interest, was an almost ruinous burden upon the
        income of the Church. Rome was also in a frightful state of disorder. The Duke
        of Camerino had been murdered just outside the gates,
        and a few weeks before two bravos had been executed who were accounted guilty
        of one hundred and sixteen assassinations. To bring order out of this chaos
        Adrian depended on Spain. He came into the city guarded by Spanish troops and
        accompanied by Spaniards and Flemings to fill the household offices of the
        Vatican and be his counsellors. The luxurious life of Leo ceased instantly.
        Adrian's old housekeeper took charge of the cooking, and the Papal table
        expenses were at once cut down to a florin a day, which he took every night out
        of his own purse. The palefreniers (grooms to lead
        the horses) were reduced in number from one hundred to ten. Two French
        chamberlains and two Spanish pages completed the household. The Pope's first
        speech in conclave was ominous to the splendid cardinals of Leo. Its refrain
        was reform of the open and great scandals in the Curia, of which all the world
        spoke. Such economy made the Romans, whose trade had flourished on the luxury
        of Leo, hate the ascetic and taciturn foreigner; and his speech set every
        cardinal who loved the politics and patronage of the ecclesiastical machine
        entirely against the reformer.
        
Four things claimed Adrian’s attention : the reform of
        the Curia, the heresy in Germany, the crusade against the Turks, and the
        rivalry of Francis and Charles, which threatened to fill Italy and the world
        with war. His papers were carried to the Netherlands after his death and lost;
        but from what we know of his intentions he tried to manage all of these like an
        honest churchman, an old-school theologian, and a loyal Spaniard. He would
        gladly have taken up reform first, and he believed that the clergy ought to
        receive from the Church incomes only living expenses and clothes; but a short
        time convinced him that, with the debts of Leo to handle and a hostile College
        of Cardinals, he must go slowly. And the other matters pressed.
        
In Germany he was disposed to make every concession
        consistent with his ultra-orthodoxy. The abuses connected with the sale of
        indulgences were open, and admitted even by those who accepted the principle of
        them. Ximenes had limited the sale in Spain, and even the cardinals had agreed
        before the election that the privilege of selling should be taken from the
        Franciscan friars. No one recognized the abuses which had gathered round the
        Roman institutions better than Adrian. To the complaints which came from the
        German Reichstag at Nuremberg he sent an answer confessing the great sins of
        the Papacy, promising reform, and urging the princes to let Luther be dealt
        with according to the ban which had declared him guilty of death. The Reichstag’s
        answer hailed with joy the promises of the Pope to reform the Church and to
        unite Christendom against the Turk, regretted the discussions aroused by
        Luther, but said that nothing but civil war could enforce the ban of the Empire
        upon him. It suggested that, under the circumstances, a General Council of the
        Church should be called in Germany, where every delegate might speak his
        opinion without fear or favor. This answer meant a deadlock, for it seemed to
        Adrian that there remained nothing for a Council to adjudicate.
        
Scarcely had Adrian been inaugurated before Charles
        began to foreclose the mortgage on the Papacy which his ready support of his
        old tutor gave him, and his demands showed that there had been some reason in
        the thought of those who feared, before Adrian started for Rome, that the
        Church was threatened with a Spanish Babylonian Captivity. He demanded
        twenty-eight concessions. They included the grant of large parts of the regular
        income of the Spanish Church, the use for the defence of his Moorish conquests of all the money raised in Spain for the crusade, the
        management of the three great Spanish orders of Spiritual Knights, and such
        other changes in patronage as made the crown absolute master of the Spanish
        Church. In addition he asked that the Pope should censure all who went to the
        great fair at Lyons, because Julius and Leo had ordered it removed to Genoa
        with the purpose of weakening the trade of France. Finally he demanded that the
        Pope should join the league of England, Venice, and Spain against France. To be
        able to support these demands intelligently, his ambassador filled the Vatican
        with spies; and so successful was his bribery that every word spoken in the
        secret counsels of the Church was reported to him. Against this claim Adrian
        stood out long, in the vain hope that he might preserve the peace of Europe and
        unite France and Spain against the Turk. Sultan Selim in his will had left to
        his son the duty of taking first Belgrade and then the island of Rhodes, and
        from these points of departure on land and sea, of finishing the conquest of
        Europe. Belgrade fell in 1521, the first year of his reign. And after a heroic defence of eight months by the Knights Hospitallers, the Janizaries entered Rhodes on Christmas day, 1522. A few
        months later, despairing of making peace between the three young kings thirsty
        for glory, Adrian entered into the league to defend Italy against the invasion
        of Francis. Then, on the 14th of September, having seen the Turk capture the
        outer bulwarks of Christendom on land and sea, he died amid the clash of arms between
        the Defender of the Faith, the most Catholic King, and the most Christian King.
        
The cardinals pressed into his room as he lay dying
        and roughly demanded the key to his treasure-room. But they found only a few silver
        pieces, some rings of Leo's, and several hundred florins; for Adrian had been
        penurious, not for himself, but for the Church.
        
Rome rose in joy at the news of the death of a Pope
        who was too good, even as they had rejoiced before at the death of one who was
        too bad. The wits crowned the doors of the honest old man’s physician with
        laurel and the inscription, “To the Liberator of the Fatherland, from the
        Senate and People of Rome”. But the election of Adrian, though it did not
        reform the Curia, was at least of service to the Church in hastening the break
        between the Older Humanists and the men of the radical reform. At his first
        protest the Humanists of Germany had stood by Luther almost to a man; but when
        Luther revolted entirely from the Papacy, and began to defend himself from the stake
        and his cause from extinction by war to the knife, one by one the Older
        Humanists, all the men whom we have mentioned in that class and many more, fell
        away from him. But their successors of the next generation were more unanimous
        in standing by the protest that grew to revolt than their fathers in abandoning
        it. Reuchlin died shortly after the election of Adrian, having tried in vain to
        prevent his nephew, Melanchthon, from making close friends with Luther, but his
        younger brother became a firm Lutheran. None hailed the election of Adrian with
        more joy than Erasmus. “We have a theologian for Pope”, he wrote to Zwingli, “and
        we shall soon see a turn in the Christian cause”; and soon afterward, in answer
        to Adrian’s request, he was sending to Rome his counsel on the situation of the
        Church and the German schism. In February, 1523, he wrote one of his private
        letters, which became the property of the world, to explain that he had nothing
        to do with Luther. He had already broken with Zwingli, and within two years he
        was at sword’s points with both the reformers.
        
But the men of the radical reform had by that time
        gone too far to care for lukewarm adherents. In France, in Germany, in
        Switzerland, even in England, the line had been drawn, and the world was asked
        to choose between the Christian institutions which had grown into authority by
        tradition and custom, and the record of the origins of Christianity as
        interpreted by reason and the conscience.
        
In January, 1523, Zwingli defended, in a public disputation
        before the great Council of Zurich, sixty- seven theses, of which the first
        was: “All who say that the Gospel is nothing without the authentication of the
        Church err and revile God.” And at the conclusion the Council ordered that, “as
        no heresy had been proved, he and the other preachers of Zurich should continue
        to proclaim the true divine Scripture according to the Spirit of God.”
        
Already Luther had issued the New Testament in a
        translation readable by North Germans and South Germans the first great
        monument of their common speech and the foundation of a new literature. In the
        fall of the following year, 1523, the New Testament appeared in French from the
        pen of Faber Stapulensis, and in the fall of 1525
        Tyndale printed at Worms six thousand copies of his English New Testament. Thus
        in the three chief transalpine tongues the appeal was made to the individual
        reason and conscience to test the Roman authority by the record of the origins
        of Christianity. The result among each of these three peoples was schism and
        revolt, leading to a century of religious war which convulsed all Europe.
        
In this great conflict Spain was to be the champion of
        the Papacy, ever striving to maintain or reestablish its authority. But the
        able and pious youth of twenty-three who was King of Spain and Emperor of
        Germany at the death of Adrian did not realize at first the greatness of the
        spiritual force which was to destroy the power of the Papacy over half Europe.
        His attention was concentrated upon the prospects of a new and desperate
        struggle with his rival, the King of France, for the possession of North Italy.
        It seemed to him of the greatest importance, therefore, to have not only a good
        Pope, but a Pope friendly to Spain; and at the end of fifty days of conclave,
        when Giulio de Medici was elected and took the title of Clement VII, his
        ambassador wrote, “Medici is your creature.”
        
The new Pope, though without any of Adrian’s ascetic
        tendencies, led a very strict life. The Vatican was ruled by the utmost
        ecclesiastical decorum, and the Pope's musical taste was chiefly indulged in
        improving the ceremonies of the Church. He also listened gladly to learned
        discussions at table upon theology or philosophy. He kept himself from simony
        and was just and punctual in fulfilling his promises. His long experience in
        ecclesiastical affairs made all men who thought that diplomacy could save the
        Church expect great things of his pontificate. For it was only after he had
        obtained power that he displayed the curious mixture of obstinacy and lack of
        self-reliance which was in him. It was the misfortune of Clement to have been
        trained in an artificial school and then plunged into a field of action where
        primal passions of the soul were at work. The maxims of the politics of
        Machiavelli were made for a world where men were moved chiefly by appetites and
        the secondary considerations of a highly artificial system. Around Clement were
        moving the forces of national hatred and patriotic pride, the love of religious
        freedom, and the spirit of self-sacrifice for venerable institutions. What
        wonder, then, that his wisdom was worse than ignorance and his trained
        cleverness the most fatal blundering?
        
        
CHAPTER XXVI.
        
THE SACK OF ROME.
        
        
THE war between the League and France was pushed with
        vigor, and in May, 1524, the French General was driven across the Alps. To this
        victory the Pope, in spite of the pressure of the Spanish ambassador,
        contributed little, because he did not wish it to be too complete. The Papacy
        had erected the French kingdom of Sicily to prevent North and South Italy being
        in the hands of one power, which would then be too strong for it. By the same
        policy it had gladly seen the kingdom of Naples pass to Spain. If now Charles,
        Emperor and King of Spain, was to rule in Naples and Milan, would it not be at
        the cost of that political independence of the Papal States which for fifty
        years had been the chief aim of all Popes except the barbarian Adrian? So
        Clement gave but little aid, and secretly urged Venice to follow his example.
        Then, filled with fright at the triumph of the Emperor, he turned to him with
        expressions of loyalty and demands for a share in the conquests. But when
        Francis crossed the Alps the next year with the most powerful army of the generation,
        fifty thousand men, the Pope closed a secret treaty with him and Venice. All in
        vain; for in the frightful defeat of Pavia the army of France was destroyed and
        the King taken prisoner. A month later Clement entered again into alliance with
        the Emperor, agreeing to join in the defence of Milan
        against every assailant. But scarcely was the King of France back in his
        kingdom before Clement was active in favoring the League of Cognac, in which
        the Pope, England, Florence, and Venice joined to support Francis in breaking
        the oaths by which he had secured his release from prison.
        
The Emperor made every effort to withdraw the Pope
        from the League; offered to give up Milan if Clement and the Italian states
        would pay the costs of conquering it. He even offered to leave all questions
        which could not be agreed on by treaty to the decision of the Pope. But Clement
        was now bent on war, for he had heard that the position of the Spanish army was
        desperate. They were living in a wasted and hostile country without any line of
        communication, and serving a crown which, with all its wealth, was in a chronic
        state of bankruptcy. It seemed to the weak obstinacy of Clement a good time to
        bring pressure to bear on the Emperor. So the imperial ambassador left the
        Vatican with threats and sarcasms, and the Emperor fell back on the ancient
        plan of raising insurrection in the Papal States.
        
Cardinal Pompeo Colonna, with his brothers and
        relations, descendants of the old Ghibelline nobility, collected four thousand
        men and suddenly fell on Rome to seize the Pope. With them came the Spanish
        ambassador. The herald proclaimed, as they rode without a shot into the heart
        of Rome, that no one need fear, for the Colonna were only come to free Rome
        from the tyranny of an avaricious Pope. Clement proposed to meet them on the
        throne like Boniface, but was persuaded without much difficulty to take refuge
        in the castle of San Angelo. Colonna’s men plundered St. Peter's and the
        Vatican, making a booty reckoned at three hundred thousand florins. The castle
        was unprovisioned for a siege, and the Pope sent for
        the Spanish minister to make terms. He threw himself at Clement’s feet, and, expressing his regret for the plundering, gave back the staff and
        tiara. There was nothing for Clement to do but to grant all that was asked,
        which he promptly did, but without the smallest intention of keeping his word;
        and with full absolution the Colonna retreated.
        
Meantime Charles had slackened much in his efforts to
        suppress the Lutheran heresy; for he was finding out the wisdom of that
        ambassador who wrote from Rome, in 1520, that he should show some favor
        secretly to a certain monk Martin, for he might be useful in case the Pope
        refused to join the anti-French alliance or threatened to withdraw from it. And
        when the Reichstag at Speyer, in the summer of 1526, demanded a General Council
        of the Church, and meanwhile left it to each prince and city to act in regard
        to the Edict of Worms [which ordered the surrender of Luther and the
        suppression of heresy] as he hoped and trusted to answer to God and the Emperor,Charles probably did not mourn very much at this
        disobedience to the sentence of the Church and the ban of the Empire. At all
        events he had neither leisure nor means to divert from his contest with Francis
        and his ally, the Pope. And so the German Reformation gained time to develop
        the strength which enabled it a few years later to defend its life on the field
        of battle against Church and Empire.
        
Within a month the Pope had broken the forced
        convention, excommunicated Colonna and all his house, and put an army in the
        field against him. Meantime from two sides the Emperor was strengthening his
        force in Italy. A fleet landed seven thousand Spaniards on the coast of
        Tuscany, and in the north, Georg von Frundsberg,
        organizer of the German professional soldiers, was raising an army. These
        mercenaries, whose fame was now beginning to surpass that of the Swiss, were
        called the pious Landsknechts, though it is difficult to see why. The original
        members of these bands had been military retainers of the knights whose
        employment was lost by the decay of the feudal system. They had developed a
        loose organization, bound by unwritten laws, undisciplined, but with great
        powers of cohesion. However much they might quarrel among themselves, they
        stood in thick phalanx, bristling with eighteen-foot spears, against all
        outside interference. Their rough affection had nicknamed Frundsberg the father of all Landsknechts, and he had little difficulty in raising
        among the mountains of Tyrol and South Germany thirty-five companies, amounting
        to twelve thousand men. The necessary funds he got by mortgaging his own
        estates for thirty-eight thousand florins. For future pay he trusted to the
        Emperor or to plunder. They were a band of wild veterans, commanded by tried
        captains of the lesser nobility who had won fame and skill in the ceaseless
        wars of a lifetime, and, from the ranks to the General, hatred of the Pope was
        almost as strong as love of plunder. With forced marches Frundsberg hurried this army over the Alps by untrodden paths, his men hauling the stout
        old General up the rocks with their long spears, while their comrades took
        turns in shoving behind. He had neither horses, provisions, artillery, nor
        money; but he struck off boldly into the valley of the Po, and, fighting his
        way through the Papal mercenaries, scarcely touched by the inhabitants of the
        rich and thickly populated states he traversed, safely formed a junction with
        the garrison of Milan, which put the Duke of Bourbon, its commander, at the
        head of thirty thousand men. He held the roads to Rome and Florence,
        threatening to pour his army, maddened by lack of pay and long-whetted appetite
        for plunder, now on one city, now on the other.
        
Then Clement tried to make peace. It did not seem a
        desperate situation. The League had thirty thousand men in the field. The
        Spanish army was penniless, cold, and starving. Long stretches of hostile
        country lay between them and the strong walls of Rome; the burgher militia of
        the city was fourteen thousand strong; it was still possible to squeeze money
        out of the resources of the Church; and Italy hated the Spaniard as she hated
        the Frenchman. If Clement had seen the real forces in his own chosen game of
        politics he might at least have lost with honor; but he was one of those politicians
        who always try to evade realities in the hope that something will turn up. Five
        days he remained undecided between the ambassador of France and Spain. Then he
        agreed to a truce.
        
The news was received in the army of Bourbon with
        indescribable wrath. The soldiers, cheated of the prospect of plunder which
        alone had made them bear their desperate hardships and total lack of pay, rose
        in mutiny. The Spaniards sacked the quarters of the Duke of Bourbon, and threw
        the golden tabard with his coat of arms into the ditch. Meantime he had taken
        refuge with Frundsberg and was hidden in a stall of
        the stable. Three days later it was the turn of the Landsknechts to mutiny. Frundsberg assembled them by beat of drum into a great
        ring, and stood in the centre to speak to them. He
        bade them have patience for a month. They answered with shouts of “Gold! Gold!”  and lowered their spear-points against
        him. The insult broke the old soldier’s heart. He staggered and would have
        fallen, but they caught him and helped him to a seat on a drum, while the wrath
        of the men quickly melted to pity. They laid him across the ass on which he
        rode during the march, and brought him to an inn nearby, but Georg von Frundsberg was done. A year later they got the paralyzed
        veteran across the Alps to his mortgaged castle of Mindelheim,
        and he died in a week.
        
The wild mass of fighting men, as frightful in peace
        as in war, was left, half-starved and unpaid, with no leader who could control
        them except in battle. Rome was their goal; for in Rome lay the enemy of
        Germany, the insulter of the Spanish King, the Pope; and in Rome were the wines
        and the women, the gold and jewels, the silks and satins which would make up
        for all hardships and replace their lost pay. It was a force that was not to be
        played with for an instant. It must be bought off and turned back to the north,
        or fought desperately like a herd of wild beasts. Poor Clement did neither. Two
        hundred and fifty thousand florins would have paid the first instalment of the
        men's wages and halted them. He was unwilling to raise it; and having made a
        truce with the Spanish Vice-King of Naples, he dismissed four thousand
        mercenaries, and sent a message to the army of Bourbon to offer sixty thousand
        florins if they would retreat. The generals ordered the captains to ask the men
        if they were willing. The Spanish regiments made answer that they were deeply
        laden with sins and must go to Rome to get absolution, and finally Germans and
        Spaniards bound themselves by an oath not to intermit the march. Bourbon sent
        word to the Pope and the Vice-King that he was helpless in the hands of his
        men, and came on toward Rome. Then, too late, the Pope found a desperate
        courage, entered once more into league with France, England, and Venice, and
        made efforts to arm the Romans and raise mercenaries. He filled the city with
        tardy energy and Italy with futile appeals for aid.
        
And that ragged and hungry host rolled steadily along,
        eating unripe fruit by the wayside, plundering and burning every city which did
        not feed them. On the 4th of May Clement proclaimed a crusade against them as
        Lutherans and heretics, and on the next day, forty thousand strong, they
        pitched their camp before Rome. Their situation was desperate. They had made
        the country behind a desert, they were in the direst want, the walls were
        strong, the city was capable of putting fourteen thousand fighting men in the
        field, and the army of the League was gathering to fall on their rear. It was
        with the mind of one who dared not fail that Bourbon marshalled the men at
        midnight. At daybreak, without artillery or proper scaling-ladders, they made
        the assault. The first rush failed, and the Landsknechts lost six banners. Then
        Bourbon sprang from his horse, and seizing a ladder made of vineyard staves,
        started to mount. A ball struck him, and with the cry, “Our Lady! I am dead,”
        he fell. The news only roused the fury of his men. In another wild assault
        Spaniards and Germans planted their flags on top of the wall in two places at
        the same moment, and a desperate massacre began. A company of Roman militia
        lost nine hundred out of a thousand. The Swiss guard of the Pope perished
        almost to a man; and a maddened band of Spaniards even broke into the hospital
        of San Spirito and massacred the patients. The Pope was saying mass in St.
        Peter’s when some fleeing Swiss rushed in at the great doors, with the killers
        hard after them. The attendants hurried him by the covered passage toward the
        castle of San Angelo, and the cries of his guardsmen cut down at the high altar
        pursued him. The portcullis of the castle fell upon the stream of fugitives,
        and two cardinals were afterward drawn up in baskets. Meanwhile Bourbon had
        died in the church of Campo Santo, crying in his last delirium, “To Rome! To
        Rome!” That frightful army was loose in the Eternal City, with no one who could
        hold it in check for a moment.
        
According to the laws of war which remained unquestioned
        for generations later, a city taken by assault belonged to the soldiers. They could
        hold every man, woman, and child in it to ransom, or, if they chose, put them
        to the sword. And when, the next day, the army, which with all its
        disorganization was still a frightful fighting-machine, passed from the Leonina over the walls of the city proper, a sack began
        more pitiless than that of Alaric and the Goths. At the end of three days the
        Prince of Orange, now ostensibly in command, ordered plundering to cease. But
        the order was unheeded, and when the soldiers were through it was said that no
        one over three years was left alive, unless their lives were bought by ransom.
        A certain bishop bought himself three times, and at last was murdered. The
        prisoners were dragged about with ropes to beg ransom from their friends, like
        Cardinal Cajetan, who was hauled and kicked through the streets until he had
        collected what his captors demanded. When the money was not to be had came torture. A Florentine, unable to endure longer,
        snatched a dagger from one of his tormentors, killed him and then himself. A Venetian
        threw himself backward out of a window to escape pain by death. Nothing was
        sacred to the crowd of Spaniards, Germans, and Italians, drunk with wine, lust,
        and blood. They stabled their horses in the chapels of St. Peter’s, broke open
        and plundered the coffin of Julius II, played dice on the high altar, and got
        drunk out of the vessels of the mass. The relics were insulted. A Landsknecht
        fastened the holy lance-head on his own spear, and a captain carried the cord
        on which Judas hanged himself back to Germany, where he exhibited it in his
        village church. One cardinal was taken from his bed, laid out on a bier with
        wax candles in his hands, and carried to an open grave, where a funeral oration
        was delivered and the threat made to bury him alive unless he paid the demanded
        ransom. In one of the market-places drunken soldiers tried to force a poor
        priest to give the consecrated host to an ass, and he died under their torture.
        So the smoke of Rome’s agony went up to heaven, and the long-hoarded riches of
        her luxurious palaces became the spoil of the cruel soldiers of Spain and
        Germany. The booty was reckoned conservatively at over eight million florins;
        some put it as high as twenty millions.
        
One month after the storm the Pope surrendered the
        castle of San Angelo, agreeing to pay as a ransom four hundred thousand florins
        in addition to the losses of the city. But it was the middle of June before the
        soldiers could be induced to leave the city, not by commands of their officers,
        but from fear of famine and the beginnings of the plague. Their new won wealth
        availed little. By the 1st of September half of the Landsknechts were dead of
        malarial fever, hunger, and debauchery.
        
The sack of Rome sent a thrill of horror through the
        world, for it shocked even that age, when war knew no mercy. But it appears
        from letters and pamphlets that everywhere earnest men, Protestants and
        orthodox alike, held it to be a judgment of God upon the sins of the Curia and that
        policy with which every Pope since Sixtus IV, except
        the short-lived Adrian, had used the power of the Vicar of Christ in the
        dangerous game of dynastic politics.
        
Radically revolutionary thoughts were not wanting to
        minds which had no connection with the movements of Luther or of Zwingli. From
        more than one side the counsel came to Charles to abolish the Papacy, to rule
        himself as Emperor in Rome, and to shape the unity of Christendom into a
        confederation of national hierarchies which should establish the reforms
        demanded by the laity under the direction of a General Council. It is not to be
        supposed that Charles seriously considered this plan. As a pupil of Adrian, who
        had said that “if by the Roman Church is understood its head, the Pope, it is
        certain that he can err even in matters of faith,” Charles did not believe in
        the doctrine of Papal Infallibility, which did not become a test of orthodoxy
        for two hundred and fifty years. But he was too much a man of institutions and
        too little a man of ideas to make it possible that his zeal for religion should
        turn toward a plan flattering to his pride, but destructive of so many
        venerable and sacred forms and sanctions of religious authority. And he was too
        much of a diplomat to try anything which would have met such powerful
        opposition from jealous interests. When he heard of the plundering of Rome he
        put on mourning, and wrote to princes and cardinals disclaiming all
        responsibility and laying the blame upon the treacherous Papal politics and the
        long curial corruption which had drawn down this judgment of God. But he made
        no move to free the Pope from the presence of the mutinous army constantly
        threatening to plunder the city again unless they received the promised pay. To
        the protests of England and France, fearing that a Council under the lead of
        Charles would make him too strong for their interests, he paid but little
        attention; and in November he closed a treaty by which Clement received back
        the States of the Church in return for a promise of neutrality in the wars of
        Spain and the League, secured by hostages and the payment of the wages of the
        army which had sacked Rome. In addition it was agreed that the reform of the
        Church in head and members should be undertaken by a General Council.
        
Before the sum agreed was fully paid the Pope escaped
        the power of the half-mutinous imperial soldiers by fleeing in disguise from
        the castle of San Angelo, and took up his residence in Orvieto, in want almost
        of the necessaries of life. Meanwhile Italy was wasted by war from the Alps to
        the sea, and her cities plundered by all the professional soldiers of the
        world. In this frightful duel between France and Spain for the possession of
        Italy the Emperor steadily won. His generals held the fastnesses of the north
        against every effort of the League, and the French army in the south perished
        by sword and pestilence before the walls of Naples.
        
Then, on the 6th of October, 1528, the Pope came back
        to the city, escorted by a detachment of Spanish soldiers. The streets were
        burned, ruined, and empty, for the population, which numbered eighty-five
        thousand under Leo X, counted now but thirty-two thousand. Many of these were
        beggars. The minds of all were filled with memories of loss or insult. The
        glory of the Eternal City was dimmed. The whole brilliant company of artists
        and litterateurs which had made Rome the centre of
        the cultured world was scattered in poverty through Italy, or had died
        miserably of hunger, the plague, or the abuse of avaricious captors. Clement
        rode through the city under a chill twilight rain, while the people watched him
        in silence, broken only by reproaches or complaints. He reached St. Peter’s in
        tears.
        
One hundred and fifty years after Gregory had entered
        the Eternal City on his return from Avignon, the descendant of the typical
        family of the Italian Renascence, the inheritor of Cosimo and Lorenzo de
        Medici, looked out of his plundered palace to see Rome in ruins, Italy wasted
        by fire and sword, and all transalpine Europe threatening revolt against the
        Church.
        
        
A LIST OF THE POPES AND ANTIPOPES
        
FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE BABYLONIAN CAPTIVITY TO THE
        SACK OF ROME.
        
Avignon.
        
Clement V., 1305-14.
        
John XXII., 1316-34.
        
Benedict XII., 1334-42.
        
Clement VI., 1342-52.
        
Innocent VI., 1352-62.
        
Urban V., 1362-70.
        
Gregory XI., 1370-78.
        
        
The Schism. Rome. Avignon. 
        
Urban VI., 1378-89. Clement VII., 1378-94.
        
Boniface IX., 1389-1404. Benedict XIII.,
        1394-1423.
        
        
Popes of the Councils.
        
Rome Pisa. Peñiscola
        
Innocent VII., 1404-06.
        
Gregory XII., 1406-15. Alexander V.,
        1409-10 Benedict XIII., 1394-1423
        
John XXIII., 1410-15. Clement VIII., 1424-29.
        
Constance Pisa
        
Martin V., 1417-31.
        
Eugenius IV., 1431-47 Felix V., 1439-49-
        
Nicholas
        V., 1447-55.
        
Calixtus III., 1455-58.
        
Pius
        II., 1458-64.
        
Paul II., 1464-71.
        
Sixtus IV., 1471-84.
        
Innocent VIII., 1484-92.
        
Alexander VI., 1492-1503.
        
Pius III., 1503.
        
Julius II., 1503-13.
        
Leo X., 1513-21.
        
Adrian VI., 1522-23.
        
Clement VII., 1523-34. 
        
Benedict XIII., 1394-1423.
        
        
A LIST OF THE HUMANISTS MENTIONED.
        
Italy.
        
Francesco Petrarca, 1304-74.
        
Giovanni Boccaccio, 13x3-75.
        
The Age of the Renascence.
        
Coluccio Salutato, 1330-1406.
        
Luigi de Marsigli, 1342-94.
        
Giovanni di Conversino.
        
Chrysoloras (died 1415).
        
Cosimo de Medici, 1389-1464.
        
Niccolo de Niccoli, 1364-1437.
        
Lionardo Bruni, 1369-1444.
        
Ambrogio Traversari, 1386-1439.
        
Guarino da Verona, 1370-1460.
        
Vittorino da Feltre, 1377-1446.
        
Poggio Bracciolini, 1380-1459.
        
Francesco Filelfo, 1398-1481.
        
Laurentius Valla, 1407-57.
        
Antonio Beccadelli, 1394-1471.
        
Ciriaco de Pizzicolli, 1391-1450.
        
Girolamo Agliotti (born 1412).
        
Alberto de Sarteano (died 1450).
        
Lorenzo de Medici, 1449-92. 
        
Marsiglio Ficino, 1433-99. 
        
G. Pico della Mirandola, 1463-94.
        
Pietro Bembo, 1470-1547.
        
Jacopo Sadoleto, 1477-1547.
        
Hadrian of Corneto (died
        1522).
        
France.
        
Jean de Montreuil, 1354-1418.
        
Nicholas de Clemanges,
        1360-after 1425.
        
Faber Stapulensis,
        1455-1536.
        
Guillaume Farel, 1489-1565.
        
Guillaume Briçonnet, 1470-1534.
        
England
        
William Grocyn, 1442-1522.
        
Thomas Linacre, 1460-1524.
        
John Colet, 1466-1519.
        
Thomas More, 1478-1535.
        
Germany. The Forerunners of German Humanism.
        
Gregor von Heimburg,
        1410-72.
        
Sigismund Gossembrot,
        flourished 1452.
        
Hermann Schedel, 1410-85.
        
Peter Luder, returned to
        Germany 1456 
        
Alexander Hegius, 1433-98.
        
Ludwig Dringenberg at Schlettstadt, 1450-90.
        
Johann Wessel, 1420-81.
        
Johann of Wesel (died 1481).
        
William Tyndale, 1484-1536.
        
The Older Humanists.
        
Conrad Celtes, 1459-1509.
        
Johann Dalburg (Bishop of
        Worms, 1482).
        
Jacob Wimpheling, 1450-1528.
        
Geiler of Kaisersberg, 1445-1510.
        
Sebastian Brant, 1457-1521.
        
Johann Reuchlin, 1455-1522.
        
Desiderius Erasmus, 1466-1536.
        
The Younger Humanists
        
Ulrich Zwingli, 1484-1531.
        
Martin
        Luther, 1483-1546.
        
Ulrich
        Hutten, 1488-1523.
        
Johann
        Eck, 1486-1543.
        
Melancthon, 1497-1560.