"if. ■Id ;ilPS*^f ^-A I/"**' /m HART MEMORIAL LIBRARY CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY ENGLISH COLLECTION THE (IIKT OF JAMES MORGAN HART PROFESSOR OF KNGUSH Ai'^Hsna DA 209.G5Tl88 "rs/a" """"' imMiliii{!,!».f.!?S,.,?.2''i century Xi* Cornell University Library The original of tiiis book is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924027919368 [aMniTBB'^W)M--Em--ltB5SLEsaLAlffiERJ10a.:NaVESIBEB, ISVS^ A SCHOLAR OF THE TWELFTH CENTURY. By Thomas R. Lounsbuey. \ \ © No RECORDS are more unsatisfactory, at least none have been more unsatisfactory, than those which purport to cast light upon the private lives of eminent men. Especially is this statement true in respect to individuals, no matter how other- wise distinguished, who have not been connected in some way with affairs of state. Little do we know of the greatest men of the past who have had to trust for the perpetuation of the facts of their personal history, not to official documents, but to the distinction they have gained in scholarship or letters, to the interest which the work they have done may have inspired in their contemporaries. Our information in regard to nearly all the celebrated authors of antiquity, who took no part in public affairs, is of the most meagre and unsatisfactory nature. Nor are we much better off when we come down to a period nearer the present. Of most of that brilliant group of dramatists who made the Elizabethan age illustrious, we can scarcely be said to know anything worth knowing. Facts and figures, often uncertain, and usually barren, comprise the principal part of the information contained in what are called their biographies. VOL. I. 46 718 A Scholar of the Twelfth Century. [Nov., It is hard for us to realize that this should be so. In the broad glare of light cast by the press of modern times upon the words and acts of the most inconspicuous ; in these days, in particular, when no privacy, however secluded, no obscurity, however pro- found, can be trusted to save any one from the reporter that walks in darkness, or the interviewer that wastes at noon-day, it scarcely seems possible that the life of any man of great emi- nence could escape being known to contemporaries and handed down to posterity. Yet this will not appear so strange when we come to consider how little is the acquaintance most of us have with the details that make up the biography of the most conspicuous living men of letters. How many of the admirers of Tennyson, for instance, who for thirty years has occupied the foremost place in English literature, could give any but vague and fragmentary particulars of his personal history ? But however it may be at present, obviously the only cer- tain way for a man of the past to make sure that his acts would be perpetuated was for him to write an account of them himself. Simple as the expedient may appear, it took ages to discover it. Antiquity seems to have known nothing of auto- biography, strictly so called. In works like the Commentaries of Caesar, the personal interest belonging to the man is entirely swallowed up in the more absorbing interest of the events he describes. The former is, irrdeed, so subordinate to the latter that it can scarcely be said to exist at all. In the genuine auto- biography the man himself must be the center about which everything else revolves ; and events that take place in his time are described only as they impart additional interest to his own words or deeds. The practice is now so common that it seems to us as if it must always have existed. Yet the work of which a slight account is to be given here, is perhaps one of the earliest of its kind known to literary history. Among the chronicles and memorials of the Middle Ages, pubhshed under the direction of the Master of the Eolls, are several volumes of a scholar of the twelfth century, famous to some extent in his day, but now known by name only to few, and cared for by fewer still. Of his various writings the one that has for us any special interest here is that which goes under the title Be Rebus a Se Gestis. It has unfortunately only been 1878.] A Scholar of the Twelfth Century. 719 preserved in part. Though the stoiy is told in the third per- son, it is a genuine autobiography ; and the work has even more interest than usually pertains to such productions. This is partly due to the fact that it belongs to a class of writings uncommon in that age, and having in consequence the attrac- tion of rarity. But in addition, the excessive vanity of its author imparts that peculiar fascination which all individual charac- teristics, whether good or bad, exercise when exhibited in the full perfection of their greatness or their monstrosity. More- over, the incidents and details interwoven with the personal narrative give frequently a vivid picture of contemporary life, of which from regular histories we should catch only the vaguest outlines. To some it may be of interest to get even a faint idea of a man, especially from his own point of view, who in his time was far from being an insignificant personage in the eyes of those with whom he came into contact, and in his own eyes was about the most important personage of his age. Full of egregious vanity, full of distorted facts, full of violent invec- tive his statements are. But the very qualities that lower to a certain extent our estimation of the writer, have also the effect of imparting additional interest to what he wrote. For the accuracy of what he says he alone is responsible ; our duty is done when we set forth in another tongue and with far less detail some of the incidents which he records. Gerald de Barri was born in the castle of Manorbeer, in South- western "Wales, about three miles from the town of Pembroke. The time of his birth is uncertain. It is, indeed, entirely a matter of inference, from declarations made by himself in his writings, as to his age in particular years. This, it might seem, would furnish information sufficiently satisfactory. Unfor- tunately it is not so. For in all his statements in regard to everybody and everything, Gerald de Barri invariably exhib- ited a generous disdain for mere dates and figures, which have made many of his assertions the despair of editors who have fettered themselves with frivolous habits of accuracy. The year of his birth, however, must have been in the neighborhood of 1147. Both on the spear and the spindle side he was of high descent. His father, William de Barri, was an important mem- ber of the Norman nobility. His mother belonged to one of 720 A Scholar of the Twelfth Century. [Nov., the most powerful Welsh families. His grandmother, the then somewhat celebrated, or at least notorious Nesta, was the daughter of the prince of South Wales, and before her mar- riage to Gerald de Windsor, the constable of Pembroke, had been the mistress of Henry I. of England : and there is unfor- tunately pretty conclusive evidence that she did not limit her favors either to her royal lover or to her husband. But in those times, and especially among the Welsh, the marriage bond pressed lightly. Eank, in particular, had privileges of its own in this respect, as well as in nearly every other. Nesta was the mistress of a king in days when the immorality of the act was lost in the grandeur of the eminence to which she had attained ; and a portion of her glory shone by a reflected light upon her descendants, both legitimate and illegitimate. Certainly as regards this particular grandson, of whom we are speaking, his relationship with the highest nobility of his native country was the source of much both of the success and of the failure of his life. Gerald de Barri is known to modern historians and students almost exclusively by the name of Giraldus Cambrensis (Gerald the Welshman), in accordance with the then common custom of Latinizing proper names. This practice, suitable enough and even necessary in an age when every educated man wrote and spoke Latin, is in a measure preserved for us still in the triennial catalogues of our colleges — there maintaining a linger- ing existence and furnishing a grotesque exhibition of the survival of the unlit. He was the youngest of four sons by his father's second wife. His brothers early manifested the fighting tastes of the race to which they belonged ; but he was different. In their childish games they designed towers and castles and fortified towns, while he devoted himself entirely to the erection of churches and monasteries. This peculiarity attracted the attention of his father, who used jestingly in consequence to call the boy his bishop. In numerous other ways did his preference for an ecclesiastical life, his trust in a divine power, manifest itself in his early years. Once while still a child, when the place was threatened with attack and the men on every side were run- ning to arms, and the non-combatants seeking for shelter, he 1878.] A Scholar of the Twelfth Century. 721 asked to be carried to the church, thereby implying, as he expresses it, that greater security could be found in the house of God than in a town filled with soldiers, and fortified by towers and walls. This feeling, he tells us, he kept through all his life. Yet it may be doubted if the difference between him- self and his brothers, who chose the profession of arms, was not more external than real. Certainly that quiet and repose which is deemed to be so peculiar a characteristic of the reli- gion of Christ, it was never his lot to experience. If in heart he belonged to the church, it was to the church militant. His life, so far as we know about it, was a stormy one, and it was more often stormy from choice than from necessity. The race from which he sprang, both on his father's and mother's side, was not of the kind to give to the boy feelings of long-sufier- ing, patience, meekness, and the charity that endureth all things. He doubtless longed after a fashion for the reign of peace and good-will upon the earth ; but it is doubtful if he would not have been grievously put out if it had actually come in his time : it is certain that like very many others who offer similar petitions, he did not care for its coming until all those to whom he had a special aversion had met with what he conceived to be their just deserts. It was never his fault, indeed, if his enemies did not receive their due. Throughout his whole career, the man, whether layman or ecclesiastic, who smote him on one cheek, was pretty certain to receive blows in return upon both of his own. As the tastes of his brothers were exclusively military, it was natural that the young Giraldus, who consorted with them daily, should be influenced by their preferences. His studies in consequence began to suff'er. But from the neglect of these he was recalled by the admonition of his uncle, the bishop of St. David's. The admonition was made still more effective by suggestive remarks of two of the bishop's chaplains. One of them compared for him the Latin adjective for "rough," " uncultured," durus, and the other the word for " stupid,"5<«Z