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the Edict of Nantes in 1598; when liberty of worship was given to



the Protestants for awhile。







In the burning summer of 1566; Rondelet went a long journey to



Toulouse; seemingly upon an errand of charity; to settle some law



affairs for his relations。  The sanitary state of the southern



cities is bad enough still。  It must have been horrible in those



days of barbarism and misrule。  Dysentery was epidemic at Toulouse



then; and Rondelet took it。  He knew from the first that he should



die。  He was worn out; it is said; by over…exertion; by sorrow for



the miseries of the land; by fruitless struggles to keep the peace;



and to strive for moderation in days when men were all immoderate。



But he rode away a day's journeyhe took two days over it; so weak



he wasin the blazing July sun; to a friend's sick wife at



Realmont; and there took to his bed; and died a good man's death。



The details of his death and last illness were written and published



by his cousin Claude Formy; and well worth reading they are to any



man who wishes to know how to die。  Rondelet would have no tidings



of his illness sent to Montpellier。  He was happy; he said; in dying



away from the tears of his household; and 〃safe from insult。〃  He



dreaded; one may suppose; lest priests and friars should force their



way to his bedside; and try to extort some recantation from the



great savant; the honour and glory of their city。  So they sent for



no priest to Realmont; but round his bed a knot of Calvinist



gentlemen and ministers read the Scriptures; and sang David's



psalms; and prayed; and Rondelet prayed with them through long



agonies; and so went home to God。







The Benedictine monk…historian of Languedoc; in all his voluminous



folios; never mentions; as far as I can find; Rondelet's existence。



Why should he?  The man was only a druggist's son and a heretic; who



healed diseases; and collected plants; and wrote a book on fish。



But the learned men of Montpellier; and of all Europe; had a very



different opinion of him。  His body was buried at Realmont; but



before the schools of Toulouse they set up a white marble slab; and



an inscription thereon setting forth his learning and his virtues;



and epitaphs on him were composed by the learned throughout Europe;



not only in French and Latin; but in Greek; Hebrew; and even



Chaldee。







So lived and so died a noble man; more noble; to my mind; than many



a victorious warrior; or successful statesman; or canonised saint。



To know facts; and to heal diseases; were the two objects of his



life。  For them he toiled; as few men have toiled; and he died in



harness; at his workthe best death any man can die。















VESALIUS THE ANATOMIST {9}















I cannot begin a sketch of the life of this great man better than by



trying to describe a scene so picturesque; so tragic in the eyes of



those who are wont to mourn over human follies; so comic in the eyes



of those who prefer to laugh over them; that the reader will not be



likely to forget either it or the actors in it。







It is a darkened chamber in the College of Alcala; in the year 1562;



where lies; probably in a huge four…post bed; shrouded in stifling



hangings; the heir…apparent of the greatest empire in the then



world; Don Carlos; only son of Philip II。 and heir…apparent of



Spain; the Netherlands; and all the Indies。  A short sickly boy of



sixteen; with a bull head; a crooked shoulder; a short leg; and a



brutal temper; he will not be missed by the world if he should die。



His profligate career seems to have brought its own punishment。  To



the scandal of his father; who tolerated no one's vices save his



own; as well as to the scandal of the university authorities of



Alcala; he has been scouring the streets at the head of the most



profligate students; insulting women; even ladies of rank; and



amenable only to his lovely young stepmother; Elizabeth of Valois;



Isabel de la Paz; as the Spaniards call her; the daughter of



Catherine do Medicis; and sister of the King of France。  Don Carlos



should have married her; had not his worthy father found it more



advantageous for the crown of Spain; as well as more pleasant for



him; Philip; to marry her himself。  Whence came heart…burnings;



rage; jealousies; romances; calumnies; of which two lastin as far



at least as they concern poor Elizabethno wise man now believes a



word。







Going on some errand on which he had no businessthere are two



stories; neither of them creditable nor necessary to repeatDon



Carlos has fallen downstairs and broken his head。  He comes; by his



Portuguese mother's side; of a house deeply tainted with insanity;



and such an injury may have serious consequences。  However; for nine



days the wound goes on well; and Don Carlos; having had a wholesome



fright; is; according to Doctor Olivarez; the medico de camara; a



very good lad; and lives on chicken broth and dried plums。  But on



the tenth day comes on numbness of the left side; acute pains in the



head; and then gradually shivering; high fever; erysipelas。  His



head and neck swell to an enormous size; then comes raging delirium;



then stupefaction; and Don Carlos lies as one dead。







A modern surgeon would; probably; thanks to that training of which



Vesalius may be almost called the father; have had little difficulty



in finding out what was the matter with the luckless lad; and little



difficulty in removing the evil; if it had not gone too far。  But



the Spanish physicians were then; as many of them are said to be



still; as far behind the world in surgery as in other things; and



indeed surgery itself was then in its infancy; because men; ever



since the early Greek schools of Alexandria had died out; had been



for centuries feeding their minds with anything rather than with



facts。  Therefore the learned morosophs who were gathered round Don



Carlos's sick bed had become according to their own confession;



utterly confused; terrified; and at their wits' end。







It is the 7th of May; the eighteenth day after the accident



according to Olivarez's story:   he and Dr Vega have been bleeding



the unhappy prince; enlarging the wound twice; and torturing him



seemingly on mere guesses。  〃I believe;〃 says Olivarez; 〃that all



was done well:   but as I have said; in wounds in the head there are



strange labyrinths。〃  So on the 7th they stand round the bed in



despair。  Don Garcia de Toledo; the prince's faithful governor; is



sitting by him; worn out with sleepless nights; and trying to supply



to the poor boy that mother's tenderness which he has never known。



Alva; too; is there; stern; self…compressed; most terrible; and yet



most beautiful。  He has a God on earth; and that is Philip his



master; and though he has borne much from Don Carlos already; and



will have to bear more; yet the wretched lad is to him as a son of



God; a second deity; who will by right divine succeed to the



inheritance of the first; and he watches this lesser deity



struggling between life and death with an intensity of which we; in



these less loyal days; can form no notion。  One would be glad to



have a glimpse of what passed through that mind; so subtle and so



ruthless; so disciplined and so loyal withal:   but Alva was a man



who was not given to speak his mind; but to act it。







One would wish; too; for a glimpse of what was passing through the



mind of another man; who has been daily in that sick chamber;



according to Olivarez's statement; since the first of the month:



but he is one who has had; for some years past; even more reason



than Alva for not speaking his mind。  What he looked like we know



well; for Titian has painted him from the lifea tall; bold; well…



dressed man; with a noble brain; square and yet lofty; short curling



locks and beard; an eye which looks as though it feared neither man



nor fiendand it has had good reason to fear bothand features



which would be exceeding handsome; but for the defiant snub…nose。



That is Andreas Vesalius; of Brussels; dreaded and hated by the



doctors of the old schoolsuspect; moreover; it would seem to



inquisitors and theologians; possibly to Alva himself; for he has



dared to dissect human bodies; he has insulted the mediaevalists at



Paris; Padua; Bologna; Pisa; Venice; in open theatre; he has turned



the heads of all the young surgeons in Italy and France; he has



written a great book; with prints in it; designed; some say; by



Titianthey were actually done by another Netherlander; John of



Calcar; near Clevesin which he has dared to prove that Galen's



anatomy was at fault throughout; and that he had been describing a



monkey's inside when he had pretended to be describing a man's; and



thus; by impudence and quackery; he has wormed himselfthis



Netherlander; a heretic at heart; as all Netherlanders are; to God



as well as to Galeninto the confidence of the late Emperor Charles



V。; and gone campaigning with him as one of his physicians;



anatomising human bodies even on the battle…field; and defacing the



likeness of Deity; and worse than that; the most religious King



Philip is deceived by him likewise; and keeps him in Madrid in



wealth and honour; and now; in the prince's extreme danger; the king



has actually sent for him; and bidden him try his skilla man who



knows nothing save about bones and muscles and the outside of the



body; and is unworthy the name of a tr

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