MARY VAN DE WERVE'S (NOW MADAME GERONIMO DEODATI) DEPARTURE FOR ITALY--THE
PUNISHMENT OF SIMON TURCHI.
It was six o'clock in the morning.
The height of the sun indicated that the warm season of summer had
replaced the mild month of May. It was apparently a festival day at
Antwerp, for through all the gates people poured from the surrounding
country into the city. The streets were filled with persons of all ages,
who, talking and laughing, hastened to the centre of the city, as though
they anticipated some magnificent spectacle.
Before Mr. Van de Werve's residence was a compact mass of citizens who
seemed impatient at the delay. Through a sentiment of respect, they were
perfectly quiet, speaking in very low tones, and making way to afford a
passage through the crowd every time that a cavalier or any notable
personage presented himself for admission into the house.
The attraction to the centre of the city must have been very powerful, for
the greater part of those who passed neither stopped nor turned their
heads. Some approached, and learning upon inquiry as to the cause of the
gathering, that Miss Van de Werve was about to leave for Italy, they
immediately resumed their walk, as if the sight of this departure were no
equivalent to the imposing spectacle they were going to witness. A few,
however, remained in order to discover the real object of so large a
concourse of people.
An old gray-headed peasant, after having listened to the conversation
going on among the peasants, recognized in the crowd a man from his own
village, who had been residing for some time in the city, near the church
of Saint James, and who consequently, he thought, must be better informed
than the others in regard to Miss Van de Werve.
He elbowed his way through the crowd until he reached his friend, struck
him on the shoulder, and said:
"What is going on here, Master John, to collect such an assembly? I heard
some one say that Miss Van de Werve was about to leave for Italy."
"Ah! Master Stephen," said the other, "call her Madame Geronimo Deodati."
"Is she married?"
"One would say, Master Stephen, that our village is at the other end of
the world. Even the children of Antwerp bless this marriage as a striking
proof of God's justice."
"I did hear, friend John, that God had visibly avenged virtue and punished
crime. The assassin dies by a frightful death, and the victim becomes the
husband of the noblest and wealthiest young lady in the marquisate. Do you
know her, Master John?"
"Do I know her? She passes my house twice every day in going to church. I
furnish the family with bread, and I have frequent opportunities of
speaking with this amiable young lady."
"I would like to see her," said the old man, "but if I wait, I shall
arrive too late at the public square."
"You need not fear," replied Master John. "The executioner's car will not
leave the prison for an hour to come."
The peasant hesitated as to what he should do.
"Are you sure that the young lady will leave at once?"
"Immediately, Master Stephen. Mr. Van de Werve urges the departure--he
wishes to be out of the city before the executioner commences his work."
"Why," said the peasant, "did they wait until to-day? In their place I
would have gone long ago."
"Ah!" replied Master John, "here is another evidence of God's intervention
in these terrible affairs. The vessel which bears them to Italy has been
ready to sail for a week. During all that time the wind blew constantly
from the south-west; it changed to the east only last night, so that their
departure before was impossible. But the tide is high now and will
commence to ebb at the very hour fixed for the death of the assassin. You
see that God himself willed Mr. Van de Werve to remain here until his
vengeance was accomplished."
"Does she go to Italy to reside?"
"Oh, no; she only goes on a wedding trip. She will return in the course of
a year, when the impression of the perfidy and cruelty of Simon Turchi
will be less painful. Back, back, Master Stephen, they are coming!"
From the crowd arose a joyous shout. Each was anxious to approach Madame
Deodati. Those who did not know her desired to see the noble young woman
whose name was so painfully connected with the bloody history of Simon
Turchi, and who was esteemed a model of pure virtue, fervent piety, and
ideal beauty. The neighbors and those who had the honor of knowing her
collected in order to salute her, to bid her a respectful and cordial
adieu, and to wish her a happy voyage.
Mary Van de Werve, now Madame Geronimo Deodati, appeared at the door
accompanied by her husband. As soon as the people perceived her, loud and
long acclamations greeted her; they waved their caps, clapped their hands,
rent the air with their cries of joy, and strove to obtain a glance of the
angelic features of the beautiful lady and the noble countenance of her
husband, who had been so miraculously preserved, by the providence of God,
from the hands of his cruel enemy, Simon Turchi.
Mr. Van de Werve walked by his daughter's side; the old Deodati was near
his beloved nephew Geronimo. Then followed Mary's two married brothers and
a large number of her father's near relatives and friends, as well as many
Italians, Portuguese, and Spaniards, who wished to escort Geronimo to the
ship.
When Mary heard the benedictions and joyous shouts of the people, and saw
all eyes fixed upon her with looks of love, the blood mantled to her
cheeks, and she modestly cast down her eyes. But immediately raising them,
she saluted the crowd as a mark of her gratitude for their kindness. The
multitude, at a sign from Mr. Van de Werve, opened a passage for the
party, and they proceeded to the Scheldt amid acclamations testifying the
love and respect they inspired. Their drive resembled a triumphal
procession. The old Deodati was deeply moved. He seemed rejuvenated. A
sweet smile was upon his lips, and he looked proudly upon Geronimo. Thus
full of the thought of their future happiness, they reached the dock-yard.
In the middle of the Scheldt was the _Il Salvatore_, decked with flags and
rocking upon the waves as if conscious of the precious treasure about to
be confided to it.
A part of the sailors were occupied in unmooring the vessel; even the
harsh grating sound of the capstan could be heard on the wharf. The rest
of the crew manned the masts, and they waved their caps in the air,
shouting:
"_Benvenuto! benvenuto! Viva, viva la nostra signora!_"
At the same time the sound of five or six cannon from the _Il Salvatore_
boomed over the waters, prolonged by the echoes from either side as it
floated down the river. The multitude replied by three cheers, and the
last reverberation of the cannon was lost in the _vivas_ of those on the
shore and ships.
In the meantime parents and friends were bidding adieu. Many tears were
shed, and it was with tearful eyes that Mary Van de Werve received upon
her brow her brothers' kiss.
The _Il Salvatore_ weighed anchor; the sails caught the wind, and the
vessel floated majestically down the river with the tide.
Mr. Van de Werve, Deodati, and their two happy children, entered the bark
which awaited them. Petronilla seated herself beside her mistress. They
exchanged a last adieu, and the eight oars fell simultaneously in the
water. The bark, under the strokes of the robust oarsmen, cut the waves in
a rapid course.
At this moment Geronimo's eyes were filled with tears. Lifting his eyes to
heaven, he said:
"Blessed be Thou, my God, for all the sufferings Thou hast sent me;
blessed be Thou for Thy infinite goodness. I thank Thee for the wife it
has pleased Thee to give me; she will be my companion in my much loved
country. A thousand thanks for all Thy benefits!"
The bark had reached the galley. A ladder was lowered, and, aided by the
sailors, the party ascended the deck. The pilot gave the signal, the sails
were unfurled, the ship rocked for a moment as if courting the breeze,
and then it rapidly cleaved the waves.
The cannon again boomed from the _Il Salvatore_, and again the
acclamations of the crowd rent the air.
* * * * *
The sounds had hardly died away when the spectators, as if impelled by one
thought, immediately retired, and made all speed to reach the central part
of the city.
The crowd which left the wharf so precipitately soon arrived at the grand
square, but they found it already occupied by so compact a mass of human
beings, that it was impossible for them to penetrate it. As far as the eye
could reach, there was a sea of heads; all the windows were crowded with
women and even children; the roofs swarmed with curious spectators; the
iron balustrades seemed to bend under the weight of the children who had
climbed upon them.
A solemn silence reigned in the midst of the vast multitude. Not a sound
was heard save the slow and mournful tolling of the death-bell, and at
intervals a scream so piercing, so frightful, that those who listened to
it turned pale and trembled. Every eye was fixed upon a particular spot,
whence clouds of smoke curled in the air, and from which escaped the cries
of distress.
What passed that day on the grand square of Antwerp is thus related by
Matthew Bandello, Bishop of Agen, who lived at that period, and who wrote
from the testimony of an eye-witness:
* * * * *
"Upon the appointed day, Simon Turchi was enclosed in the same chair and
driven on a wagon through the streets of Antwerp, the good priest
accompanying him and exhorting him. When they reached the grand square,
the chair was removed from the wagon. The executioners lighted a slow
fire, which they kept alive with wood, but in such a manner that the
flames should not rise too high, but sufficed to roast slowly the unhappy
Turchi. The priest remained as near to him as the heat permitted, and
frequently said to him:
"'Simon, this is the hour for repentance!'
"And Simon, as long as he could speak, replied:
"'Yes, father.'"
* * * * *
Simon Turchi evinced great repentance and much patience, and he accepted
with resignation the painful and infamous death to which he was condemned.
When it was certain that he was dead, his body, partially consumed, was
conveyed outside the city gates and attached to a stake by an iron chain.
The dagger with which he had stabbed Geronimo was thrust into his side.
The stake was so placed on the public road that it could be seen by all
who passed, in order that the punishment inflicted for murder might serve
as a warning to others, and prevent the commission of infamous crimes.
THE END.
ENDNOTES
[Footnote 1: "All the foreign merchants who resided at Bruges, with the
exception of a few Spaniards, established themselves here about the year
1516, to the great disadvantage of Bruges and to the advantage of
Antwerp."--Le Guicciardini, _Description of the Low Countries_. Arnhem,
1617, p. 113.]
[Footnote 2: C. Schibanius, in his _Origines Antwerpien Sum_, says that he
has often seen in the Scheldt twenty-five hundred vessels, many of which
were detained at anchor for two or three weeks before being able to
approach the wharf.]
[Footnote 3: The stables, and coach-houses used by this company for
transportation still exist at Antwerp. Although they are now occupied as
barracks, they preserve their original name--_Hessenhaus_.]
[Footnote 4: See the statistics of population given by Schibanius in the
_History of Antwerp_, by Mertens & Torfo, Part IV., ch. v.]
[Footnote 5: The inhabitants of Antwerp are experienced and skilled in
commercial affairs, and although they may not have left their own country
the greater part of them, even the women, can speak four, five, and
sometimes seven different languages.]
[Footnote 6: "The nobles of Netherlands do not engage in commerce like the
Italian noblemen from Venice, Florence, Genoa, and Lucca."--L.
Guiccardini, _Description of the Low Countries_, p. 140.]
[Footnote 7: "Two well-known Italian merchants, both of noble birth,
natives of Lucca, who were great friends." Van Mertens, _History of the
Low Countries_, Vol. I.]
[Footnote 8: The bailiff (schoat) was the representative of the prince in
the prosecution of crimes. He alone, and his agents by his orders, could
make arrests, except in cases of flagrant crime or of persons lying in
wait. This high functionary was also called the _margrave_, because the
margrave of the Low Countries was, in virtue of that office, the bailiff
of the city of Antwerp.]
[Footnote 9: "It is estimated that three thousand new houses were either
erected by himself, or by others through his assistance."--Mertens &
Torfo, _History of Antwerp_.]
[Footnote 10: This church was demolished at the commencement of this
century. The spot upon which it stood is now called the "_Plain of Saint
Walburga_."]
[Footnote 11: In the _History of Antwerp_, by Mertens & Torfo, Part IV.,
chapter iii., is found a view of the city, from the banks of the Scheldt,
as it was in 1556, and details concerning the principal edifices.]
[Footnote 12: "Geronimo went to Simon and demanded payment of the sum
lent, and for which he held a note. Turchi made various excuses, and put
off payment from day to day."--_Matteo Bandello._]
[Footnote 13: "A fierce desire of vengeance took possession of Simon, and
he sought to kill Geronimo."--_Matieo Bandello._]
[Footnote 14: A measure of four pints.]
[Footnote 15: "One night, when passing through the streets, he received
from the hands of an enemy an ugly wound in the face. He suspected
Geronimo of having inflicted it; in which he was mistaken, for the author
of the attack was afterwards discovered."--_Matteo Bandello_.]
[Footnote 16: "After Simon Turchi had determined to revenge himself, and
after long consideration, he ordered a large wooden arm-chair, to which
were attached two iron bars, so arranged that whoever should sit down in
it would be caught by the legs below the knees, and would be unable to
move."--Van Meteren, _History of the Low Countries_.]
[Footnote 17: "Geronimo, a merchant from Lyons desires to see you, but as
he does not wish to be known at Antwerp now, he is concealed in my garden.
He begs that you will meet him there."--_Matteo Bandello_.]
[Footnote 18: "This chair being made, he told one of his servants, named
Julio, who was proscribed in Italy, and under sentence of death."--Van
Meteren, _History of the Low Countries_.]
[Footnote 19: "And the said Julio pushed Geronimo into a large arm-chair,
which sprang and closed."--_Origin and Genealogy of the Dukes and
Duchesses of Brabant_. Antwerp, 1565; p. 308.]
[Footnote 20: "In the cellar ... in a grave which had been prepared by the
said Julio to bury Geronimo after the commission of the murder."--_Origin
and Genealogy of the Dukes and Duchesses of Brabant_.]
[Footnote 21: _Order and Proclamation of Messire Van Schoonhoven, bailiff,
and of the Burgomaster, Constables, and Council of the city of Antwerp_:
"It having come to the knowledge of the bailiff, burgomaster, and
constables of this city that Geronimo Deodati, a merchant of Lucca, went
out yesterday afternoon, about four o'clock, from his residence in this
city, near the Convent of the Dominicans, and that he was seen for the
last time beyond the Square of Meir, and since then he has not been heard
of, and we know not what has become of him, so that there is great
suspicion that the said Geronimo has been maltreated, or even put to
death; therefore, the magistrates of the same city do proclaim that he who
first will give information as to what has become of the said Geronimo,
will receive the sum of three hundred florins."--_Extract from the "Book
of Laws of the City of Antwerp_."]
[Footnote 22: "The bailiff said that the magistrates had determined to
search all the stables, cellars, and gardens, to discover whether the
ground in any of these places had been recently dug."--E. Van Meteren,
_History of the Low Countries_.]
[Footnote 23: "Simon Turchi was known to be a perverse and immoral man; in
a word, he was a compound of every vice and every evil
inclination."--_Matteo Bandello_.]
[Footnote 24: "Go and do what I have commanded you. Disinter the body,
take it on your shoulders and cast it into the sewer which is in the
square where the three streets meet."--_Simon Turchi_.--_Matteo
Bandello_.]
[Footnote 25: "I will send Bernardo to help you, and I will order him to
obey you, whatever you may command. When you have thrown the body into the
sewer, you can, by a quick movement, push Bernardo in also. The sewer is
deep, and whoever falls into it is immediately drowned."--_Matteo
Bandello_.]
[Footnote 26: "Simon Turchi begged Julio to take the crime upon
himself."--Van Meteren, _History of the Low Countries_.]