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           Medieval Sourcebook:  
            Gregory of Tours (539-594):  
            Eight Books of Miracles: Selections  
           
           Contents  
          
             
           
            
               Attitude Towards Secular               Learning 
            
           Book in Honor of the Martyrs: Preface  
           THE priest Jerome, next to the apostle Paul the best teacher of
            the church, tells us that he was brought before the judgmentseat
            of the eternal Judge and subjected to torture and severely punished
            because he was in the habit of reading Cicero's clevernesses and
            Vergil's lies, and that he said in the presence of the holy angels
            and the very Ruler of all that he would never thereafter read
            these, but would occupy himself in future only with such [writings]
            as would be judged worthy of God and suited to the edification
            of the Church. Moreover the apostle Paul says: "Let us follow
            after things which make for peace and things whereby we may edify
            me another." And elsewhere: "Let no corrupt speech proceed
            out f your mouth; but such as is good for edifying, that it may
            give race to them that hear." Therefore we too ought to follow
            after, to write, and to speak the things that edify the church
            of God, and y holy instruction bring weak minds to a knowledge
            of the perfect faith. And we ought not to relate lying tales nor
            to pursue the wisdom of philosophers that is hateful to God, lest
            by God's judgment we fall under sentence of eternal death. [note: Gregory then goes on to show that the miracles of the saints replace
              for him the wonders and feats of antique mythology.] 
           
            
               Observance of the Lord's
                Day 
            
           Book in Honor of the Martyrs: Chap. 15 
           In the territory of this city [Tours] at Lingeais, a woman who
            lived there moistened flour on the Lord's day and shaped a loaf,
            and drawing the coals aside she covered it over with hot ashes
            to bake. When she did this her right hand was miraculously set
            on fire and began to burn. She screamed and wept and hastened
            to the village church in which relics of the blessed John are
            kept. And she prayed and made a vow that on this day sacred to
            the divine name she would do no work, but only pray. The next
            night she made a candle as tall as herself. Then she spent the
            whole night in prayer, holding the candle in her hand all the
            time and the flame went out and she returned home safe and sound.  
           
            
               Relics Handed Down in
                Gregory's Family 
            
           Book in Honor of the Martyrs: Chap 83 
           I shall now describe what was brought to pass through the relics
            which my father carried with him in former times. When Theodobert
            [note: Theodobert I, 534548.]t gave orders
            that sons of men in Auvergne should be taken as hostages, my father,
            at that time lately married, wished to be protected by relics
            of the saints, and he asked a certain bishop kindly to give him
            some, thinking he would be kept safe by such protection when absent
            on his distant journey. Then he enclosed the holy ashes in a gold
            case the shape of a peapod and placed them around his neck;
            but the man did not know the blessed names. He was accustomed
            to relate that he was saved by them from many dangers; for he
            bore witness that by their miraculous power he had often escaped
            attacks of highwaymen and dangers on rivers and the furies of
            civil war and thrusts of the sword. And I shall not fail to tell
            what I saw of these with my own eyes. After my father's death
            my mother always wore these precious things on her person. Now
            the grain harvest had come and great grain stacks were gathered
            at the threshing places. And in those days when the threshing
            was going on, a cold spell came on, and seeing that Limagne [note: One of the most fertile spots in France. Cf. Lavisse, Histoire
            de France, I, pp 296-301] has no forests, being all covered
            with crops, the threshers made themselves fires of straw, since
            there was nothing else to make a fire of. Meantime all went away
            to eat. And behold, the fire gradually increased and began to
            spread slowly straw by straw. Then the piles suddenly caught,
            with the south wind blowing; it was a great conflagration and
            there began a shouting of men and shrieking of women and crying
            of children. [note: "Insequitur clamor virorum
              strepitusque mulierum, ululatus infantum,"- a reminiscence
              of Vergil, Aen. I, 87, "Insequitur clamorque virum
                stridorque rudentum."]  Now this was happening on our
            own land. My mother, who wore these relics hanging on her neck,
            learned this, and sprang from the table and lifted up the holy
            relics against the masses of flame, and all the fire went out
            in a moment so that scarcely a spark of fire could be found among
            the burnt piles of straw and it did no harm to the grain which
            it had just caught.  
           Many years later I received these relics from my mother; and when
            we were going from Burgundy to Auvergne, a great storm came upon
            us and the sky flashed with many lightnings and roared with heavy
            crashes of thunder. Then I drew the blessed relics from my bosom
            and raised my hand against the cloud; it immediately divided into
            two parts and passed on the right and left and did no harm to
            us or any one else thereafter. But being a young man of an ardent
            temperament I began to be puffed up with vain glory and to think
            silently that this had been granted not so much to the merits
            of the saints as to me personally, and I openly boasted to my
            comrades on the journey that I had merited by my blamelessness
            what God had bestowed. At once my horse suddenly shied beneath
            me and dashed me to the ground; and I was so severely shaken up
            by the fall that I could hardly get up. I perceived that this
            had come of vanity, and it was enough to put me on guard thenceforth
            against being moved by the spur of vain glory. For whenever it
            happened after that that I had the merit to behold any of the
            miracles of the saints, I loudly proclaimed that they were wrought
            by God's gift through faith in the saints. 
           
            
              Comparative "Merit"
                of Gregory and his Mother 
            
           Book in Honor of the Martyrs: Chap 85 
           . . . On this matter I recall what I heard told in my youth. It
            was the day of the suffering of the great martyr Polycarp, and
            his festival was being observed at Riom, a village of Auvergne.
            The reading of the martyrdom had been finished and the other readings
            which the priestly canon requires, and the time came for offering
            the sacrifice. The deacon, having received the tower [note:  The vessel used for the purpose indicated here, the "
              monstrance " was in the shape of a tower. Cf. DuCange art.
              Turris ] in which the mystery of the Lord's body was contained,
            started with it to the door, and when he entered the church to
            place it on the altar it slipped from his hand and floated along
            in the air and thus came to the altar, and the deacon was never
            able to lay hands on it; and I believe this happened for no other
            reason than that he was defiled in his conscience. For it was
            often told that he had committed adultery. It was granted only
            to one priest and three women, of whom my mother was one, to see
            this; the rest did not see it. I was present, I confess, at this
            festival at the time, but I had not the merit to see this miracle.  
           
            
              A Fly Might Be A Demon 
              
            
           Book in Honor of the Martyrs: Chap 103 
           Pannichius, a priest of Poitou, when sitting at dinner with some
            friends he had invited, asked for a drink. When it was served
            a very troublesome fly kept flying about the cup and trying to
            soil it. The priest waved it off with his hand a number of times
            but it would go off a little and then try to get back, and he
            perceived that it was a crafty device of the enemy. He changed
            the cup to his left hand and made a cross with his right; then
            he divided the liquor in the cup into four parts and lifted it
            up high and poured it on the ground. For it was very plain that
            it was a device of the enemy. [note: The identification
              of flies with demons occurs also on page 237 (Bk 10:15). For a
              similar case of disinclination to let a fly settle on a wine cup
              see Frazer, The Golden Bough, 8] 
           
            
              Miracles in Gregory's
                Family 
            
           Miracles of St. Julian: Chap
            23, 24  
           At that time my father's brother Gallus was bishop of Auverxne,
            and I do not think I should fail to tell how he was aided in his
            youth by a miracle of the saint. Now I have often described the
            ruin king Theodoric brought upon Auvergne, when none of their
            property was left to either old or young except the bare land
            which the barbarians were unable to carry off. [note: Cf. p. 58.  (Bk 3:11-13) This punishment of Auvergne took place
              in 532, 6 years before Gregory's birth.]  In those days, then,
            my uncle of glorious memory who afterwards, as I have told, governed
            the church of Auvergne in the high office of bishop, was a ward;
            and his property was so plundered by the soldiers that there was
            nothing at all left that was available; and he himself used often
            to go on foot with only one attendant to the village of Brioude.
            [note: The site of St. Julian's church. Brioude is
              situated about 40 miles up the valley of the Allier from Clermont.]
            It happened once when he was trudging along on this journey, that
            he took his shoes off on account of the heat, and as he walked
            in his bare feet he stepped on a sharp thorn. This by chance had
            been cut, but was still lying on the ground and was concealed
            point upward in the green grass. It entered his foot and went
            clear through and then broke off and could not be drawn out. The
            blood ran in streams and as he could not walk he begged the blessed
            martyr's aid and after the pain had grown a little less he went
            on his way limping. But the third night the wound began to gather
            and there was great pain. Then he turned to the source from which
            he had already obtained help and threw himself down before the
            glorious tomb; when the watch was finished he returned to bed
            and was overcome by sleep while awaiting the miraculous help of
            the martyr. On arising later he felt no pain and examining his
            foot he could not see the thorn which had entered it; and he perceived
            it had been drawn from his foot. He looked carefully for it and
            found it in his bed and saw with wonder how it had come out. When
            bishop he used to exhibit the place, where a great hollow was
            still to be seen, and to testify that this had been a miracle
            of the blessed martyr.  
           A long time after, when the festival of the blessed martyr came,
            my father with all his household made haste to attend the joyful
            celebration. As we were on the way, my older brother Peter was
            seized by a fever and became so ill that he could not move about
            or take food. We journeyed on in great grief and it was doubtful
            whether he would recover or die. In this state of distress we
            at length arrived; we entered the church and worshipped at the
            holy martyr's tomb. The sick boy cast himself down on the pavement,
            praying for a cure by the glorious martyr Finishing his prayer
            he returned to his lodging and the fever went down a little. When
            night came we hastened to keep watch and he asked to be carried
            along, and lying before the tomb he begged the martyr's favor
            all night long. When the watch was over he asked them to gather
            dust from the blessed tomb and give it to him in a drink, and
            hang it about his neck. This was done, and the heat of the fever
            went down so that on the very same day he took food without suffering
            and walked about wherever his fancy took him. 
           
          
             
              Gregory's Modesty 
            
          
           The Four Books of the Miracles of St. Martin: Preface  
           The miracles which the Lord our God deigned to work through the
            blessed Martin, his bishop, when living in the body, He still
            deigns to confirm daily in order to strengthen the faith of believers.
            He who worked miracles through him when he was in the world, now
            honors his tomb with miracles, and He who at that time sent him
            to save the perishing heathen, [now] bestows through him blessings
            on the Christians. Therefore let no one have doubt about the miracles
            worked in former time when he sees the bounty of the present wonders
            bestowed, when he looks upon the lame being raised up, the blind
            receiving sight, demons being driven out and every other kind
            of disease being cured through his healing power. As for me I
            will establish belief in the book written about his life by earlier
            writers, by relating for posterity at God's command his presentday
            miracles as far as I can recall them. This I would not presume
            to do if I had not been warned twice or thrice in a vision. I
            call allpowerful God to witness that I once saw in a dream
            at midday many who were crippled and overwhelmed by various diseases
            being cured in St. Martin's church, and I saw this in the presence
            of my mother who said to me: "Why are you so sluggish about
            writing of these things that you see?" I replied: You know
            well enough that I am unskilled in letters, and that, simple and
            untrained as I am, I would not dare to describe such wonderful
            miracles. I wish Severus or Paulinus were alive or that Fortunatus
            at the least were here to describe them. I have no skill for such
            a task and I should be blamed if I undertook it" [note: Gregory's confessions of inability to write in a polished style,
              though probably hypocritical, are nevertheless in accordance with
              fact.] But she said: "Don't you know that nowadays on
            account of the people's ignorance one who speaks as you can is
            more clearly understood? Therefore do not hesitate or delay, for
            you will be guilty if you pass this over in silence." So
            I wished to follow her advice and was doubly tortured with grief
            and fear; grief that miracles as great as were done under our
            predecessors should not be recorded; fear of undertaking so noble
            a task, ignorant as I am. However, led on by the hope of divine
            mercy, I am going to attempt the task thus urged upon me. For,
            as I suppose, He who produced water in the desert from a dry rock
            and cooled the thirsty people, is able to set these matters forth
            in my words; and it will be surely proved that he has again opened
            the ass's mouth if he deigns to open my lips and make known these
            miracles through an untaught person like me. But why should I
            fear my ignorance when the Lord our God and Redeemer chose not
            orators, but fishermen, not philosophers, but countrymen, to destroy
            the vanity of worldly wisdom. I have confidence, then, thanks
            to your prayers, that even if my rude speech cannot adorn the
            page, the great bishop will give it fame by his glorious miracles.  
           
            
              Remarkable Exercise of
                "Virtue" by St. Martin 
            
           The Four Books of the Miracles of St. Martin: Book 1; Chap 20  
           Since I have told two or three times how miracles were performed
            and dangers averted by the mere invocation of the glorious name,
            I shall now describe how the blessed bishop was called upon and
            brought help to one who was falling headlong to death! [note: Gregory's interest in this miracle is one of technique. As a rule
              material " touch"of the source of "virtue"
              was regarded as a necessity, but "mere invocation" was
              sometimes effective. The cure that is related is an extreme form
              of the latter. See Introd. xx-xxi ] Ammonius, an officer of
            the holy church, arose from dinner somewhat under the influence
            of wine, and, the enemy giving him a push, he fell headlong over
            a lofty cliff that bordered the road. There was there a drop of
            about two hundred feet. While he was whirling about as he fell
            headlong and was flying down without wings he kept crying for
            aid from St. Martin at every instant of his fall. Then he felt
            as if he were tossed from a saddle by some one and he landed among
            the trees that were in the valley. And thus coming down slowly
            limb by limb he reached the ground without danger of death. However
            that the plotter's undertaking might not seem to have been completely
            in vain, he suffered a slight injury in one foot. But he went
            to the glorious master's church and prayed and was relieved of
            all pain. 
           
            
              Miracles Worked on Gregory 
            
           The Four Books of the Miracles of St. Martin: Book 1; Chap 32,33  
           Having related the miracles performed for others, I shall tell
            what the miraculous power of this protector has done for my unworthy
            self. In the hundred and sixtieth year after that holy and praiseworthy
            man, the blessed bishop Martin, was taken up to heaven, when the
            holy bishop Eufronius was governing the church of Tours in his
            seventh year, and in the second year of the glorious king Sigibert,
            I became ill with malignant pimples and fever, and being unable
            to eat or drink I was reduced to such a state that I lost all
            hope of the present life and thought of nothing but of the details
            of my burial. For death was constantly raging at me, eager to
            separate my soul from my body. Then when I was almost dead I called
            on the name of the blessed champion Martin and made some improvement,
            and began slowly and painfully to prepare for my journey; for
            I had made my mind up that I ought to visit his venerable tomb.
            And my desire was so great that I did not even wish to live if
            I was to be delayed in going. Although I had scarcely escaped
            from a dangerous fever, I began to be on fire again with the fever
            of desire. And so, although not yet strong, I hastened to go with
            my people. After two or three stages, on entering the forest,
            I fell ill of the fever again, and was in such a serious condition
            that they all said I was dying. Then my friends came to me and
            saw I was very weak, and said: "Let us return home and if
            God wishes to call you, you will die in your own home; and if
            you recover, you will make the journey you have vowed more easily.
            For it is better to return home than to die in the wilderness."
            On hearing this I wept bitterly and bewailed my illluck,
            and said: "I adjure you by allpowerful God and the
            day of judgment which all fear who have to make answer there,
            that you agree to my request. Don't give up the journey we have
            begun, and if I have merit to see the holy Martin's church, I
            shall thank God; but if not, carry my dead body there and bury
            it because I am determined not to return home, if I have not the
            merit to appear at his tomb." Then we all wept together and
            went on, and, guarded by the glorious master, we arrived at his
            church
.. The third night after arriving at the holy church
            we planned to keep watch and did so. In the morning when the bell
            for matins rang, we returned to our lodging and going to bed we
            slept until nearly the second hour. Then I woke up and found that
            all weakness and pain were gone and I had recovered my former
            health, and I gladly called my usual attendant to wait on me
.And
            I shall not forget to say that after forty days that one was the
            first on which I took pleasure in drinking wine, since beause
            of my illness I detested it until then. 
             
           
           The Four Books of the Miracles of St. Martin: Book 2; Chap 1  
           In the second month after my ordination, when I was at a country
            place, I suffered from dysentery and high fever and began to be
            so ill that I altogether despaired of living. Everything that
            I could eat was always vomited before it had been digested and
            I loathed food, and when my stomach had no more strength as a
            result of no food the fever was the only thing that gave me strength;
            I could in no way take anything substantial and strengthening.
            I had severe pain, too, that darted all through my stomach and
            went down into my bowels, exhausting me by its pain no less than
            the fever had done. And when I was in such a condition that no
            hope of life was left and everything was being made ready for
            my death and the physician's medicine could do nothing for one
            whom death had laid claim to, I was in despair and called the
            chief physician Armentarius and said to him: "You have used
            every trick your profession, you have tried the power of all your
            remedies, but secular means are of no avail to the perishing.
            There is only one thing left for me to do. I will show you a great
            remedy:  [note: Tyriaca for therioca, (a) antidote
              against the bite of serpents, (b) remedy in general.] Let
            them bring dust from the holy master's tomb and make a potion
            for me from it. And if this does not cure me, every means of escape
            is lost." Then the deacon was sent to the tomb of the holy
            bishop just mentioned and he brought the sacred dust and put it
            in water and gave me a drink of it. When I had drunk soon all
            pain was gone and I received health from the tomb. And the benefit
            was so immediate that although this happened in th third hour,
            I became quite well and went to dinner that very day at the sixth
            hour. [note: noon] 
           
           The Four Books of the Miracles of St. Martin: Book 3; Preface & Chap 1  
           .... Whenever headache comes on or a throbbing in the temples
            or a dulness of hearing or a dimness of sight or a pain attacks
            some other part, I am cured at once when I have touched the affected
            part on the tomb or the curtain hanging before it and I wonder
            within myself that at the very touch the pain is immediately gone.  
           I shall place first in this book a miracle that I experienced
            recently. We were sitting at dinner after a fast and eating, when
            a fish was served. The sign of the cross of the Lord was made
            over it, but as we ate, a bone from this very fish stuck in my
            throat most painfully. It caused me great distress, for the point
            was fastened in my throat and its length blocked the passage.
            It prevented my speaking and kept the saliva which comes frequently
            from the palate, from passing. On the third day, when I could
            get rid of it neither by coughing or hawking, I resorted to my
            usual resource. I went to the tomb and prostrated myself on the
            pavement and wept abundantly and groaned and begged the confessor's
            aid. Then I rose and touched the full length of my throat and
            all my head with the curtain. I was immediately cured and before
            leaving the holy threshold I was rid of all uneasiness. What became
            of the unlucky bone I do not know. I did not cough it up nor feel
            it go down into my stomach. One thing only I know, that I so quickly
            perceived that I was cured that I thought that some one had put
            in his hand and pulled out the bone that hurt my throat. 
           
            
              A Phantom Attacks a
                Woman 
            
           The Four Books of the Miracles of St. Martin: Book 3; Chap 37  
           At this time when a certain woman remained alone at the loom when
            the others had gone, a most frightful phantom appeared as she
            sat, and laid hold of the woman and began to drag her off. She
            screamed and wept since she saw there was no one to help, but
            still tried to make a courageous resistance. After two or three
            hours the other women returned and found her lying on the ground
            half dead and unable to speak. Still she made signs with her hand,
            but they did not understand and she continued speechless. The
            phantom which had appeared to her attacked so many persons in
            that house that they left it and went elsewhere. In two or three
            months' time the woman came to the church and had the merit to
            recover her speech. And so she told with her own lips what she
            endured. 
           
            
              Procedure in Case
                of a Miracle 
            
           The Four Books of the Miracles of St. Martin: Book 3; Chap 45  
           The facts that I relate ought not to seem to any one unworthy
            of belief, because the names of individuals are not mentioned
            in the account. The cause of it is this: when they are restored
            to health by the saint of God, they leave immediately, and they
            sometimes go so secretly that, so to speak, they are noticed by
            no one. And when the report has spread that a miracle has been
            done by  the blessed bishop, I summon those who have charge of
            the church and inquire into what has happened; but I do not always
            learn the names from them. I generally tell by name of those I
            have been able to see or examine personally. 
           
            
              Minor Miracles Worked
                on Gregory 
            
           The Four Books of the Miracles of St. Martin: Book 4; Chap 2  
           At one time my tongue became uncomfortably swelled up, so that
            when I wished to speak it usually made me stutter, which was somewhat
            unseemly. I went to the saint's tomb and drew my awkward tongue
            along the wooden lattice. The swelling went own at once and I
            became well. It was a serious swelling and  filled the cavity
            where the palate is. Then three days later my lip began to have
            a painful beating in it. I went again to the tomb to get help
            and when I had touched my lip to the hanging curtain the pulsation
            stopped at once. And I suppose this came from a over abundance
            of blood; still trusting to the saint's power I did not try to
            lessen the [amount of] blood and this matter caused me no further
            trouble. 
           
            
              Gregory's uncle: St. Gall 
            
           Lives of the Fathers: Chap. 6  
           See separate file on St. Gall  
               
           
           
           Source:  
           Gregory of Tours, History of the Franks, trans. Ernest
            Brehaut (extended selections), Records of Civilization 2, (New
            York: Columbia University Press, 1916),  249-260 
           
           
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