But their
outlook upon life was changed. They began to
wear different clothes--to speak a different language--to live
different lives in different houses.
They no longer concentrated all their thoughts and their
efforts upon the
blessedexistence that awaited them in Heaven.
They tried to establish their Paradise upon this
planet, and,
truth to tell, they succeeded in a
remarkable degree.
I have quite often warned you against the danger that
lies in
historical dates. People take them too
literally. They
think of the Middle Ages as a period of darkness and ignor-
ance. ``Click,'' says the clock, and the Renaissance begins and
cities and palaces are flooded with the bright
sunlight of an
eager
intellectualcuriosity.
As a matter of fact, it is quite impossible to draw such
sharp lines. The thirteenth century belonged most
decidedly
to the Middle Ages. All historians agree upon that. But was
it a time of darkness and stagnation merely? By no means.
People were
tremendously alive. Great states were being
founded. Large centres of
commerce were being developed.
High above the turretted towers of the castle and the peaked
roof of the town-hall, rose the
slender spire of the newly built
Gothic
cathedral. Everywhere the world was in
motion. The
high and
mighty gentlemen of the city-hall, who had just become
conscious of their own strength (by way of their recently
acquired riches) were struggling for more power with their
feudal masters. The members of the guilds who had just become
aware of the important fact that ``numbers count'' were
fighting the high and
mighty gentlemen of the city-hall. The
king and his
shrewd advisers went
fishing in these troubled
waters and caught many a shining bass of profit which they
proceeded to cook and eat before the noses of the surprised and
disappointed councillors and guild brethren.
To
enliven the
scenery during the long hours of evening
when the badly lighted streets did not invite further political
and economic
dispute, the Troubadours and Minnesingers told
their stories and sang their songs of
romance and adventure
and
heroism and
loyalty to all fair women. Meanwhile youth,
impatient of the slowness of progress, flocked to the universities,
and
thereby hangs a story.
The Middle Ages were ``
internationally minded.'' That
sounds difficult, but wait until I explain it to you. We modern
people are ``nationally minded.'' We are Americans or Englishmen
or Frenchmen or Italians and speak English or French
or Italian and go to English and French and Italian universities,
unless we want to specialise in some particular branch
of
learning which is only taught
elsewhere, and then we learn
another language and go to Munich or Madrid or Moscow.
But the people of the thirteenth or fourteenth century rarely
talked of themselves as Englishmen or Frenchmen or Italians.
They said, ``I am a citizen of Sheffield or Bordeaux or Genoa.''
Because they all belonged to one and the same church they felt
a certain bond of
brotherhood. And as all educated men could
speak Latin, they possessed an
international language which
removed the
stupid language barriers which have grown up
in modern Europe and which place the small nations at such
an
enormousdisadvantage. Just as an example, take the case
of Erasmus, the great
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preacher of tolerance and
laughter, who
wrote his books in the sixteenth century. He was the native
of a small Dutch village. He wrote in Latin and all the world
was his
audience. If he were alive to-day, he would write in
Dutch. Then only five or six million people would be able to
read him. To be understood by the rest of Europe and America,
his publishers would be obliged to
translate his books into
twenty different languages. That would cost a lot of money
and most likely the publishers would never take the trouble
or the risk.
Six hundred years ago that could not happen. The greater
part of the people were still very
ignorant and could not read
or write at all. But those who had mastered the difficult art
of handling the goose-quill belonged to an
internationalrepublicof letters which spread across the entire
continent and which
knew of no boundaries and respected no limitations of language
or
nationality. The universities were the strongholds of
this
republic. Unlike modern fortifications, they did not follow
the
frontier. They were to be found
wherever a teacher
and a few pupils happened to find themselves together. There
again the Middle Ages and the Renaissance differed from our
own time. Nowadays, when a new university is built, the
process (almost invariably) is as follows: Some rich man
wants to do something for the
community in which he lives or
a particular religious sect wants to build a school to keep its
faithful children under
decentsupervision, or a state needs doc-
tors and
lawyers and teachers. The university begins as a
large sum of money which is deposited in a bank. This money
is then used to
construct buildings and lab
oratories and dormitories.
Finally
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professional teachers are hired, entrance examinations
are held and the university is on the way.
But in the Middle Ages things were done
differently. A wise man
said to himself, ``I have discovered a great truth. I must
impart my
knowledge to others.'' And he began to
preach his
wisdomwherever and
whenever he could get a few people to listen to him,
like a modern soap-box
orator. If he was an interesting
speaker, the
crowd came and stayed. If he was dull, they shrugged their shoulders
and continued their way.
By and by certain young men began to come
regularly to hear
the words of
wisdom of this great teacher. They brought copybooks
with them and a little bottle of ink and a goose quill and
wrote down what seemed to be important. One day it rained.
The teacher and his pupils
retired to an empty
basement or
the room of the ``Professor.'' The
learned man sat in his chair
and the boys sat on the floor. That was the
beginning of the
University, the ``universitas,'' a
corporation of professors and
students during the Middle Ages, when the ``teacher'' counted
for everything and the building in which he taught counted for
very little.
As an example, let me tell you of something that happened
in the ninth century. In the town of Salerno near Naples there
were a number of excellent physicians. They attracted people
desirous of
learning the
medicalprofession and for almost a
thousand years (until 1817) there was a university of Salerno
which taught the
wisdom of Hippocrates, the great Greek doctor
who had
practiced his art in ancient Hellas in the fifth
century before the birth of Christ.
Then there was Abelard, the young
priest from Brittany,
who early in the twelfth century began to lecture on
theologyand logic in Paris. Thousands of eager young men flocked
to the French city to hear him. Other
priests who disagreed
with him stepped forward to explain their point of view. Paris
was soon filled with a clamouring
multitude of Englishmen and
Germans and Italians and students from Sweden and Hungary
and around the old
cathedral which stood on a little island in
the Seine there grew the famous University of Paris.
In Bologna in Italy, a monk by the name of Gratian had
compiled a text-book for those whose business it was to know
the laws of the church. Young
priests and many laymen then
came from all over Europe to hear Gratian explain his ideas.
To protect themselves against the landlords and the innkeepers
and the boarding-house ladies of the city, they formed a
corporation(or University) and behold the
beginning of the university
of Bologna.
Next there was a quarrel in the University of Paris. We do
not know what caused it, but a number of disgruntled teachers
together with their pupils crossed the
channel and found a
hospitable home in n little village on the Thames called Oxford,
and in this way the famous University of Oxford came into
being. In the same way, in the year 1222, there had been a split
in the University of Bologna. The
discontented teachers (again
followed by their pupils) had moved to Padua and their proud city
thenceforward boasted of a university of its own. And so it went
from Valladolid in Spain to Cracow in distant Poland and from
Poitiers in France to Rostock in Germany.
It is quite true that much of the teaching done by these
early professors would sound
absurd to our ears, trained to
listen to logarithms and geometrical theorems. The point
however, which I want to make is this--the Middle Ages and
especially the thirteenth century were not a time when the
world stood entirely still. Among the younger
generation,
there was life, there was
enthusiasm, and there was a restless
if somewhat
bashful asking of questions. And out of this
turmoil grew the Renaissance.
But just before the curtain went down upon the last scene
of the Mediaeval world, a
solitary figure crossed the stage, of
whom you ought to know more than his mere name. This
man was called Dante. He was the son of a Florentine
lawyerwho belonged to the Alighieri family and he saw the light of
day in the year 1265. He grew up in the city of his ancestors
while Giotto was
painting his stories of the life of St. Francis
of Assisi upon the walls of the Church of the Holy Cross, but
often when he went to school, his frightened eyes would see the
puddles of blood which told of the terrible and endless warfare
that raged forever between the Guelphs and the Ghibellines,
the followers of the Pope and the adherents of the Emperors.
When he grew up, he became a Guelph, because his father
had been one before him, just as an American boy might become
a Democrat or a Republican, simply because his father
had happened to be a Democrat or a Republican. But after a
few years, Dante saw that Italy, unless united under a single
head, threatened to
perish as a
victim of the disordered jealousies
of a thousand little cities. Then he became a Ghilbeiline.
He looked for help beyond the Alps. He hoped that a
mightyemperor might come and re-establish unity and order.
Alas! he hoped in vain. The Ghibellines were
driven out of
Florence in the year 1802. From that time on until the day
of his death
amidst the
dreary ruins of Ravenna, in the year