(ABOUT A.D. 1220.)
[Authority, life in Caesarius of Heisterbach's "Dialogus
Miraculorum," Distinctio VII. c. xxxviii. ed. Strange. Caesarius
knew Walter, and some of the things he relates from what Walter
told him, or from some of the brethren who where eye-witnesses to
the events he describes. At the same time allowance must be made
for the great credulity of Caesarius.]
Walter of Bierbeeke, in Brabant, was a knight of noble blood, having
been related to Henry, Duke of Louvain. He fought against the Saracens
in the Holy Land, and was a brave and upright chevalier. He was also a
man of deep piety, and of a fervent devotion to the Blessed Virgin. Like
Sir Galahad he might have said:--
"---- all my heart is drawn above,
My knees are bowed in crypt and shrine;
I never felt the kiss of love,
Nor maiden's hand in mine.
More beauteous aspects on me beam,
Me mightier transports move and thrill;
So keep I fair through faith and prayer
A virgin heart in work and will."
The great German writer, Fouqué, seems to have had this Brabantine hero
in his mind's eye, when he wrote his "Aslauga's Knight." Like Froda, in
that exquisite story, Walter of Bierbeeke had fixed his heart on a
heavenly mistress, whose pure image haunted his dreams.
A story told by Caesarius, illustrative of this, must not be omitted,
though we may doubt its truth. Walter rode with a brilliant company of
knights to a tournament. On his way he passed a little chapel, and the
bell was tinkling for mass. It was a feast of Our Lady, and the good
knight, leaping from his horse, entered the chapel to hear the mass of
the Blessed Virgin. "You will be late for the tournament!" shouted his
companions. "My duty is first to Her," answered Walter, pointing to the
image of the Mother of God. Now when the mass was said, and the
beginning of the Gospel of S. John was read, then the knight rose from
his knees, remounted his horse, and rode towards the town.
As he neared the lists, he asked of some hurrying from it how matters
fared. "The tournament is well nigh over," was the answer, "Walter of
Bierbeeke has borne down all competitors. He has done marvellously." But
the knight understood not. He asked others, and the same answer was
given. Then he rode into the lists, but met with no distinguished
success. And when all was over, many knights came to him and said, "Deal
graciously by us." "What mean you?" he asked. "We were captured and
disarmed by thee in the lists, and we must ransom ourselves." "But I was
not there."
"Nay, but it was thou," they replied; "for we saw thy cognizance on helm
and shield, and heard thy cry, and knew thy voice." Then Walter knew
that his heavenly Mistress had sent an angel to fight for him, whilst he
worshipped at her humble shrine.
And after that, many a token did she show, that she had accepted Walter
as her knight. Then his love to her waxed daily stronger, and he said,
"I have been her knight, now will I be her slave." So he went into a
little chapel, dedicated to his dear Lady, and put a rope round his
neck, and offered himself at the altar to be her serf, and to pay to her
a yearly tax.
"And because out of honour to the heavenly queen he so humbled himself,"
says Caesarius; "therefore she, on the other hand, glorified him, whom
she loved, in many ways."
After a while he wearied of wearing coat of mail, and he cast his
weapons and harness aside, and donned the Cistercian habit in the
monastery of Hemmerode. There he was not allowed to live in such
retirement as he loved; being unskilled in Latin, he was made to serve
as a lay-brother instead of being in constant attendance in choir.
Several pretty stories are told of his cloister life. At dinner, as is
usual in monasteries, a monk read aloud from a Latin book. The abbot
noticed Walter during the meal, every day, to seem very intent on what
was being read; smiles came out on his face, and sometimes tears
trickled down his cheeks. At last the abbot sent for him, and asked him,
"What art thou attending to? Thou understandest not the Latin book."
"No, not that book," said Walter; "but I have another book open before
my mind's eye, full of sacred pictures, and I look at the first, and
there I see Gabriel announcing to Mary that Christ is coming. Then I
turn over the leaf, and I see the stable of Bethlehem, and the adoring
shepherds; and I see the Magi come; and the next picture is the
Presentation in the Temple; and so my book goes on, and I come at last
to Calvary and the grave. And that is a picture book of which I never
weary."
Once he was sent in a boat laden with wine to Zealand. And a storm arose
so that the vessel was in great danger, and she drave before the wind
all night. Thinking that they must all perish, Walter made his
confession to his servant, there being no priest on board, and then he
descended into the hold, after midnight, and placing his little ivory
statue of the Blessed Virgin before him, he knelt down and prayed,
expecting death. As he prayed he slept. Then, in a dream, he saw the
monastery of Hemmerode, and in it was an old monk, Arnold by name,
harping, and singing psalms, and praying for those who "go down to the
sea in ships and exercise their business in great waters." Then Walter
awoke, and went to the mariners and said, "Be of good cheer, we shall
not perish, Arnold at Hemmerode is not asleep to-night, but is harping
on his harp and singing to God for us."
Now when they had come safe to land, Walter returned to his monastery,
and told the abbot of his dream. Then the abbot sent for the monk
Arnold, and he said to him, "What wast thou doing on the vigil of S.
Nicholas?" For it was on that night that the vessel had been in danger.
"I could not sleep at all that night," answered the monk, "so I prayed
to, and praised God."
"But thou wast harping on a harp," said the abbot.
"Nay, my lord," answered the monk Arnold; "this is what I do. I play
with my fingers on an imaginary harp, under my habit, making music in my
soul; and this I do whenever my devotion flags."
Now Walter went with his superior, the abbot Eustace, to the monastery
of Villars, which was of the same Cistercian order. And in the evening
the abbot of Villars called all the monks before the abbot Eustace of
Hemmerode. And he said, "Are they all here?" He answered, "All are here
but two little French boys, who have communicated to-day, and on such
days as they communicate they love to remain in silence by themselves."
Now on the morrow, when the convent had gone to nones, and the elder of
these boys was waiting the sound of the bell, leaning on his spade
before the church door, he read the little nones of Our Lady, and
reading, he fell asleep. Then he thought he saw the Blessed Virgin, with
a great company enter the church, and she looked not towards him. And he
cried, "Oh wretched me! she calls me not!" Then the Mother of God
turning, looked at him, and signing to a monk, bade him go and call the
boy, and this the monk did, coming to him, and saying, "The Mistress
calleth thee."
When he woke, he told his fellow the dream; and when they went within,
he saw Walter, and he whispered to his companion, "If that monk had a
grey habit instead of a white one, I would say that it was he who
summoned me."
Now on the morrow, when Walter and the abbot Eustace were about to
depart, they stood in the door, and Walter wore his grey travelling
habit. Then the boy exclaimed, "Yes, that certainly is he." A few days
after, the blessed Walter of Bierbeeke died at Hemmerode, and strange to
say, within a day or two, the little French boy was called away also.
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January 23.
S. PARMENAS, _one of the first Seven Deacons, end of 1st cent._
S. MESSALINA, _V. M., at Foligno, in Italy_, A.D. 250.
S. ASCLAS, _M., at Antinoë, in Egypt, circ._ A.D. 304.
S. EMERENTIANA, _V. M., at Rome_, A.D. 304. (_See p. 321._)
S. CLEMENT, _B. of Ancyra_, AND COMPANIONS, _MM., beginning of
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S. EUSEBIUS, _Ab. in Syria, 4th cent._
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S. URBAN, _B. of Langres, 5th cent._
S. JOHN THE ALMSGIVER, _Patr. of Alexandria_, A.D. 616.
S. ILDEPHONSUS, _B. of Toledo_, A.D. 667.
S. BOISILUS, _of Melrose, circ._ A.D. 664.
S. MAIMBOD, _M., at Besançon._
S. BERNARD, _Ab. of Vienne, in France, 9th cent._
S. RAYMOND, _of Pennaforte, C. in Spain_, A.D. 1275.
S. MARGARET, _V., at Ravenna_, A.D. 1505.