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the exactions, insults, and tortures he was recounting. After him Pope Urban II spoke in the French tongue, no doubt, as Peter had spoken, for he was himself a Frenchman, as the majority of those present were, grandees and populace. He made a long speech, entering upon the most painful details connected with the sufferings of the Christians of Jerusalem,“ that royal city which the Redeemer of the human race had made illustrious by his coming, had honored by his residence, had hallowed by his passion, had purchased by his death, had distinguished by his burial. She now demands of you her deliverance men of France, men from beyond the mountains, nations chosen and beloved of God, right valiant knights, recall the virtues of your ancestors, the virtue and greatness of King Charlemagne and your other kings; it is from you above all that Jerusalem awaits the help she invokes, for to you, above all nations, God has vouchsafed signal glory in arms. Take ye, then, the road to Jerusalem for the remission of your sins, and depart, assured of the imperishable glory which awaits you in the kingdom of heaven.” 3 From the midst of the throng arose one prolonged and general shout, “God willeth it! God willeth it!” The Pope paused for a moment, and then, making a sign with his hand as if to ask for silence, he continued: “If the Lord God were not in your souls, ye would not all have uttered the same words. In the battle, then, be those your war-cry, those words that came from God; in the army of the Lord let naught be heard but that one shout, ‘God willeth it! God willeth it!' We ordain not, and we advise not, that the journey be undertaken by the old or the weak, or such as be not suited for arms, and let not women set out without their husbands or their brothers; let the rich help the poor; nor priests nor
fulfill the precept of the Lord, who said, 'He that doth
clerks may go without the leave of their bishops; and no layman shall commence the march save with the blessing of his pastor. Whosoever hath a wish to enter upon
this pilgrimage, let him wear upon his brow or his breast the cross of the Lord; and let him who, in accomplishment of his desire, shall be willing to march away, place the cross behind him between his shoulders; for thus he will
not take up his cross and follow me, is not worthy of me.'»
The enthusiasm was general and contagious, as the first shout of the crowd had been ; and a pious prelateAdhémar, Bishop of Puy, was the first to receive the cross from the Pope's hands. It was of red cloth or silk sewed upon the right shoulder of the coat or cloak, o fastened on the front of the helmet. The crowd dis persed to assume it and spread it.
Religious enthusiasm was not the only, but the firs and the determining motive of the Crusade. It is to th honor of humanity, and especially to the honor of th French nation, that it is accessible to the sudden sway a moral and disinterested sentiment, and resolves, wit out prevision as well as without premeditation, upon a which decide for many a long year the course and fate of a generation, and, it may be, of a whole peop We have seen in our own day, in the conduct of po lace, national assemblies, and armies, under the imp not any longer of religious feeling, but of political social agitation, France thus giving herself up to the of sentiments, generous indeed and pure, but without least forecast touching the consequences of the which inspired them or the acts which they entailed is with nations as with armies: the side of glory is of danger; and great works are wrought at a heavy
6 not only of happiness, but also of virtue. It would be wrong, nevertheless, to lack respect for and to speak evil of enthusiasm ; it not only bears witness to the grandeur of human nature, it justly holds its place and exercises its noble influence in the course of the great events which move across the scene of human errors and vices, according to the vast and inscrutable design of God. It is quite certain that the Crusaders of the eleventh century, in their haste to deliver Jerusalem from the Mussulmans, were far from foreseeing that, a few centuries after their triumph, Jerusalem and the Christian East would fall again beneath the yoke of the Mussulmans and their barbaric stagnation; and this future, had they caught but a glimpse of it, would doubtless have chilled their zeal. But it is not a whit the less certain that, in view of the end, their labor was not in vain; for, in the panorama of the world's history, the Crusades marked the date of the arrest of Islamism, and powerfully contributed to the
decisive preponderance of Christian civilization. ny To religious enthusiasm there was joined another mo
tive, less disinterested, but natural and legitimate, which was the still very vivid recollection of the evils caused to the Christians of the West by the Mussulman invasions in Spain, France, and Italy, and the fear of seeing them begin again. Instinctively, war was carried to the East to keep it from the West, just as Charlemagne had invaded and conquered the country of the Saxons to put an end to their inroads upon the Franks. And this prudent plan availed not only to give the Christians of the West a hope of security, it afforded them the pleasure of vengeance. They were about to pay back alarm for alarm, and evil for evil, to the enemy from whom they had suffered in the same way; hatred and pride, as well as piety, obtained satisfaction.
There is, moreover, great motive power in a spirit of enterprise and a taste for adventure. Care-for-nothingness is one of mankind's chief diseases, and if it plays so conspicuous a part in comparatively enlightened and favored communities, amid the labors and the enjoyments of an advanced civilization, its influence was certainly not less in times of intellectual sloth and harshly monotonous existence.
To escape therefrom, to satisfy in some sort the energy and curiosity inherent in man, the people of the eleventh century had scarcely any resource but war with its excitement and distant excursions into unknown regions. Thither rushed the masses of the people, whil the minds which were eager, above everything, for inte lectual movement and for knowledge, thronged, on th mountain of St. Geneviève, to the lectures of Abélar Need of variety and novelty, and an instinctive desire extend their views and enliven their existence, probab made as many Crusaders as the feeling against the Mu sulmans and the promptings of piety.
Marshal Turenne was one of the most illustrious of French manders, and his modesty was equal to his merit. Few gen have done more to develop war into a science than Turenne his great pupil, the Duke of Marlborough.
On the 27th of June, 1675, in the morning, Tur ordered an attack on the village of Salzbach. The y Count of St. Hilaire found him at the head of hi
fantry, seated at the foot of a tree, into which he had ordered an old soldier to climb, in order to have a better view of the enemy's manquvres. The Count of Roye sent to conjure him to reconnoitre in person the German column that was advancing. “I shall remain where I am,” said Turenne, “unless something important occur, and he sent off reënforcements to M. de Roye; the latter repeated his entreaties; the Marshal asked for his horse, and, at a hand gallop, reached the right of the army, along a hollow, in order to be under cover from two small pieces of cannon which kept up an incessant fire. " I don't at all want to be killed to-day,” he kept saying. He perceived M. de St. Hilaire, the father, coming to meet him, and asked him what column it was on account of which 2 he had been sent for. “My father was pointing it out to
him," writes young St. Hilaire, “when, unhappily, the two little pieces fired : a ball, passing over the quarters of my father's horse, carried away his left arm and the horse's neck, and struck M. de Turenne in the left side; he still went forward about twenty paces on his horse's neck, and fell dead. I ran to my father, who was down, and raised him up. “No need to weep for me,' he said ; “it is the death of that great man; you may, perhaps, lose your father, but neither your country nor you will ever have a general like that again. O poor army, what is to become of you?' Tears fell from his eyes; then, suddenly recovering himself, 'Go, my son, and leave me,' he said ; ' with me it will be as God pleases; time presses ; go and do your duty”” (“ Mémoires du Marquis de St. Hilaire,” t. i, p. 205). They threw a cloak over the corp 3 of the great General, and bore it away. “The soldiers raised a cry that was heard two leagues off," writes Madame de Sévigné; “no consideration could restrain them; they roared to be led to battle, they wanted to avenge the