“A University,” it has more than
once been remarked by professors, “would
be a very comfortable place were it not
for the students.” So far we have been
considering universities from the point of
view of professors; it is now the turn of
the students, for whether these be regarded
as a necessary evil or as the main
reason for the university’s existence, they
certainly cannot be ignored. A mediaeval
university was no regiment of colonels
but “a society of masters and
scholars,” and to this second and more
numerous element we must now direct
our attention.
The mediaeval student is a more elusive
figure than his teachers, for he is
individually less conspicuous and must
generally be seen in the mass. Moreover
the mass is much diversified in time and
space, so that generalization is difficult,
what is true of one age and one university
being quite untrue of other times and
places. Even within the briefer span of
American universities there are wide
differences among the students of, let us
say, Harvard in the seventeenth century,
William and Mary in the eighteenth century,
California in the nineteenth century,
and Columbia in the twentieth century;
and it would be impossible to make a true
picture out of elements drawn indiscriminately
from such disparate sources. Until
the conditions at each university of the
Middle Ages shall have been studied
chronologically, no sound account of student
life in general can be written, and
this preliminary labor has nowhere been
systematically attempted. At present we
can do no more than indicate the principal
sources of our information and the kind
of light they throw upon student life.
Fortunately, out of the scattered remains
of mediaeval times, there has come
down to us a considerable body of material
which deals, more or less directly,
with student affairs. There are, for one
thing, the records of the courts of law,
which, amid the monotonous detail of
petty disorders and oft-repeated offences,
preserve now and then a vivid bit of
mediaeval life—like the case of the
Bolognese student who was attacked with
a cutlass in a class-room, to the great
damage and loss of those assembled to
hear the lecture of a noble and egregious
doctor of laws; or the student in 1289
who was set upon in the street in front
of a lecture-room by a certain scribe,
“who wounded him on the head with a
stone, so that much blood gushed forth,”
while two companions gave aid and counsel,
saying, “Give it to him, hit him,”
and when the offence had been committed
ran away. So the coroners’ rolls of Oxford
record many a fatal issue of town
and gown riots, while a recently published
register of 1265 and 1266 shows the
students of Bologna actively engaged in
raising money by loans and by the sale of
textbooks. There are of course the
university and college statutes, with their
prohibitions and fines, regulating the
subjects of conversation, the shape and
color of caps and gowns, that academic
dress which looks to us so mediaeval and
is, especially in its American form, so
very modern; careful also of the weightier
matters of the law, like the enactment
of New College against throwing stones
in chapel, or the graded penalties at
Leipzig for him who picks up a missile
to throw at a professor, him who throws
and misses, and him who accomplishes his
fell purpose to the master’s hurt. The
chroniclers, too, sometimes interrupt their
narrative of the affairs of kings and
princes to tell of students and their doings,
although their attention, like that of their
modern successors, the newspapers, is
apt to be caught by outbreaks of student
lawlessness rather than by the wholesome
routine of academic life.
Then we have the preachers of the time,
many of them also professors, whose sermons
contain frequent allusions to student
customs; indeed if further evidence
were needed to dispel the illusion that the
mediaeval university was devoted to biblical
study and religious nurture, the
Paris preachers of the period would offer
sufficient proof. “The student’s heart
is in the mire,” says one of them, “fixed
on prebends and things temporal and how
to satisfy his desires.” “They are so litigious
and quarrelsome that there is no
peace with them; wherever they go, be it
Paris or Orleans, they disturb the country,
their associates, even the whole university.”
Many of them go about the streets
armed, attacking the citizens, breaking
into houses, and abusing women. They
quarrel among themselves over dogs,
women, or what-not, slashing off one
another’s fingers with their swords, or,
with only knives in their hands and
nothing to protect their tonsured pates,
rush into conflicts from which armed
knights would hold back. Their compatriots
come to their aid, and soon whole
nations of students may be involved in
the fray. These Paris preachers take us
into the very atmosphere of the Latin
quarter and show us much of its varied
activity. We hear the cries and songs
of the streets—
Li tens s’en veit,
Et je n’ei riens fait;
Li tens revient,
Et je ne fais riens—
the students’ tambourines and guitars,
their “light and scurrilous words,” their
hisses and handclappings and loud shouts
of applause at sermons and disputations.
We watch them as they mock a neighbor
for her false hair or stick out their tongues
and make faces at the passers-by. We
see the student studying by his window,
talking over his future with his room-mate,
receiving visits from his parents,
nursed by friends when he is ill, singing
psalms at a student’s funeral, or visiting
a fellow-student and asking him to visit
him—“I have been to see you, now come
to our hospice.”
All types are represented. There is the
poor student, with no friend but St.
Nicholas, seeking such charity as he can
find or earning a pittance by carrying
holy water or copying for others, in a fair
but none too accurate hand, sometimes
too poor to buy books or afford the expense
of a course in theology, yet usually
surpassing his more prosperous fellows
who have an abundance of books at which
they never look. There is the well-to-do
student, who besides his books and desk
will be sure to have a candle in his room
and a comfortable bed with a soft mattress
and luxurious coverings, and will
be tempted to indulge the mediaeval
fondness for fine raiment beyond the
gown and hood and simple wardrobe
prescribed by the statutes. Then there
are the idle and aimless, drifting about
from master to master and from school
to school, and never hearing full courses
or regular lectures. Some, who care only
for the name of scholar and the income
which they receive while attending the
university, go to class but once or twice
a week, choosing by preference the lectures
on canon law, which leave them
plenty of time for sleep in the morning.
Many eat cakes when they ought to be at
study, or go to sleep in the class-rooms,
spending the rest of their time drinking
in taverns or building castles in Spain
(castella in Hispania); and when it is
time to leave Paris, in order to make some
show of learning such students get together
huge volumes of calfskin, with
wide margins and fine red bindings, and
so with wise sack and empty mind they
go back to their parents. “What knowledge
is this,” asks the preacher, “which
thieves may steal, mice or moths eat up,
fire or water destroy?” and he cites an
instance where the student’s horse fell
into a river, carrying all his books with
him. Some never go home, but continue
to enjoy in idleness the fruits of their
benefices. Even in vacation time, when
the rich ride off with their servants and
the poor trudge home under the burning
sun, many idlers remain in Paris to their
own and the city’s harm. Mediaeval
Paris, we should remember, was not only
the incomparable “parent of the sciences,”
but also a place of good cheer and good
fellowship and varied delights, a favorite
resort not only of the studious but of
country priests on a holiday; and it would
not be strange if sometimes scholars prolonged
their stay unduly and lamented
their departure in phrases which are something
more than rhetorical commonplace.
Then the student is not unknown to the
poets of the period, among whom Rutebeuf
gives a picture of thirteenth-century
Paris not unlike that of the
sermonizers, while in the preceding century
Jean de Hauteville shows the misery
of the poor and diligent scholar falling
asleep over his books, and Nigel “Wireker”
satirizes the English students at
Paris in the person of an ass, Brunellus,—“Daun
Burnell” in Chaucer—who
studies there seven years without learning
a word, braying at the end as at the beginning
of his course, and leaving at last
with the resolve to become a monk or a
bishop. Best of all is Chaucer’s incomparable
portrait of the clerk of Oxenford,
hollow, threadbare, unworldly—
For him was lever have at his beddes heed
Twenty bokes, clad in blak or reed,
Of Aristotle and his philosophye,
Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrye.
· · · · · · ·
Souninge in moral vertu was his speche,
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
But after all, no one knows so much
about student life as the students themselves,
and it is particularly from what
was written by and for them, the student
literature of the Middle Ages, that I wish
to draw more at length. Such remains
of the academic past fall into three
chief classes: student manuals, student
letters, and student poetry. Let us consider
them in this order.
The manuals of general advice and
counsel addressed to the mediaeval
scholar do not call for extended consideration.
Formal treatises on the whole
duty of students are characteristic of the
didactic habit of mind of the Middle
Ages, but the advice which they contain
is apt to be of a very general sort,
applicable to one age as well as another
and lacking in those concrete illustrations
which enliven the sermons of the
period into useful sources for university
life.
A more interesting type of student
manual, the student dictionary, owes its
existence to the position of Latin as the
universal language of mediaeval education.
Textbooks were in Latin, lectures
were in Latin, and, what is more, the use
of Latin was compulsory in all forms of
student intercourse. This rule may have
been designed as a check on conversation,
as well as an incentive to learning, but it
was enforced by penalties and informers
(called wolves), and the freshman, or
yellow-beak, as he was termed in mediaeval
parlance, might find himself but ill
equipped for making himself understood
in his new community. For his convenience
a master in the University of
Paris in the thirteenth century, John of
Garlande, prepared a descriptive vocabulary,
topically arranged and devoting a
large amount of space to the objects to
be seen in the course of a walk through
the streets of Paris. The reader is conducted
from quarter to quarter and from
trade to trade, from the book-stalls of the
Parvis Notre-Dame and the fowl-market
of the adjoining Rue Neuve to the
money-changers’ tables and goldsmiths’
shops on the Grand-Pont and the bow-makers
of the Porte S.-Lazare, not omitting
the classes of ouvrières whose acquaintance
the student was most likely
to make. Saddlers and glovers, furriers,
cobblers, and apothecaries, the clerk
might have use for the wares of all of
them, as well as the desk and candle and
writing-materials which were the special
tools of his calling; but his most frequent
relations were with the purveyors of food
and drink, whose agents plied their trade
vigorously through the streets and lanes
of the Latin quarter and worked off their
poorer goods on scholars and their servants.
There were the hawkers of wine,
crying their samples of different qualities
from the taverns; the fruit-sellers,
deceiving clerks with lettuce and cress,
cherries, pears, and green apples; and at
night the vendors of light pastry, with
their carefully covered baskets of wafers,
waffles, and rissoles—a frequent stake
at the games of dice among students,
who had a custom of hanging from their
windows the baskets gained by lucky
throws of the six. The pâtissiers had also
more substantial wares suited to the clerical
taste, tarts filled with eggs and cheese
and well-peppered pies of pork, chicken,
and eels. To the rôtissiers scholars’ servants
resorted, not only for the pigeons,
geese, and other fowl roasted on their
spits, but also for uncooked beef, pork,
and mutton, seasoned with garlic and
other strong sauces. Such fare, however,
was not for the poorer students, whose
slender purses limited them to tripe and
various kinds of sausage, over which a
quarrel might easily arise and “the
butchers be themselves butchered by
angry scholars.”
A dictionary of this sort easily passes
into another type of treatise, the manual
of conversation. This method of studying
foreign languages is old, as survivals
from ancient Egypt testify, and it still
spreads its snares for the unwary traveller
who prepares to conquer Europe à la
Ollendorff. To the writers of the later
Middle Ages it seemed to offer an exceptional
opportunity for combining
Instruction in Latin with sound academic
discipline, and from both school and
university it left its monuments for our
perusal. The most interesting of these
handbooks is entitled a “Manual of
Scholars who propose to attend universities
of students and to profit therein,”
and while in its most common form it is
designed for the students of Heidelberg
about the year 1480, it could be adapted
with slight changes to any of the German
universities. “Rollo at Heidelberg,” we
might call it. Its eighteen chapters conduct
the student from his matriculation
to his degree, and inform him by the way
on many subjects quite unnecessary for
either. When the young man arrives he
registers from Ulm; his parents are in
moderate circumstances; he has come to
study. He is then duly hazed after the
German fashion, which treats the candidate
as an unclean beast with horns and
tusks which must be removed by officious
fellow-students, who also hear his confession
of sin and fix as the penance a
good dinner for the crowd. He begins
his studies by attending three lectures a
day, and learns to champion nominalism
against realism and the comedies of
Terence against the law, and to discuss
the advantages of various universities
and the price of food and the quality of
the beer in university towns. Then we
find him and his room-mate quarrelling
over a mislaid book; rushing at the first
sound of the bell to dinner, where they
debate the relative merits of veal and
beans; or walking in the fields beyond the
Neckar, perhaps by the famous Philosophers’
Road which has charmed so many
generations of Heidelberg youth, and
exchanging Latin remarks on the birds
and fish as they go. Then there are
shorter dialogues: the scholar breaks the
statutes; he borrows money, and gets it
back; he falls in love and recovers; he
goes to hear a fat Italian monk preach or
to see the jugglers and the jousting in
the market-place; he knows the dog-days
are coming—he can feel them in his
head! Finally our student is told by his
parents that it is high time for him to
take his degree and come home. At this
he is much disturbed; he has gone to few
lectures, and he will have to swear that
he has attended regularly; he has not
worked much and has incurred the enmity
of many professors; his master discourages
him from trying the examination;
he fears the disgrace of failure. But his
interlocutor reassures him by a pertinent
quotation from Ovid and suggests that a
judicious distribution of gifts may do
much—a few florins will win him the
favor of all. Let him write home for more
money and give a great feast for his
professors; if he treats them well, he need
not fear the outcome. This advice throws
a curious light upon the educational
standards of the time; it appears to have
been followed, for the manual closes with
a set of forms inviting the masters to the
banquet and the free bath by which it
was preceded.
If university students had need of such
elementary compends of morals and manners,
there was obviously plenty of room
for them in the lower schools as well,
where they were apt to take the form of
Latin couplets which could be readily
impressed upon the pupil’s memory.
Such statuta vel precepta scolarium seem
to have been especially popular in the
later fifteenth century in those city schools
of Germany whose importance has been
so clearly brought out by recent historians
of secondary education. Wandering
often from town to town, like the roving
scholars of an earlier age, these German
boys had good need to observe the moral
maxims thus purveyed. The beginning
of wisdom was to remember God and obey
the master, but the student had also to
watch his behavior in church and lift up
his voice in the choir—compulsory attendance
at church and singing in the
choir being a regular feature of these
schools—keep his books clean, and pay
his school bills promptly. Face and hands
should be washed in the morning, but
the baths should not be visited without
permission, nor should boys run on the
ice or throw snowballs. Sunday was the
day for play, but this could be only in
the churchyard, where boys must be careful
not to play with dice or break stones
from the wall or throw anything over the
church. And whether at play or at home,
Latin should always be spoken.
More systematic is a manual of the
fifteenth century preserved in a manuscript
of the Bibliothèque Nationale at
Paris.[11] “Since by reason of imbecility
youths cannot advance to a knowledge of
the Latin tongue by theory alone,” the
author has for their assistance prepared
a set of forms which contain the expressions
most frequently employed by clerks.
Beginning with the courtesies of school
life, for obedience and due reverence for
the master are the beginning of wisdom,
the boy learns how to greet his master and
to take leave, how to excuse himself for
wrong-doing, how to invite the master to
dine or sup with his parents—there are
half a dozen forms for this! He is also
taught how to give proper answers to
those who seek to test his knowledge,
“that he may not appear an idiot in the
sight of his parents.” “If the master
asks, ‘Where have you been so long?’” he
must be ready, not only to plead the inevitable
headache or failure to wake up, but
also to express the causes of delay well
known to any village boy. He had to look
after the house or feed the cattle or water
the horse; he was detained by a wedding,
by picking grapes, or making out bills, or—for
these were German boys—by
helping with the brew, fetching beer, or
serving drink to guests.
In school after the “spiritual refection”
of the morning singing-lesson
comes refection of the body, which is
placed after study hours because “the
imaginative virtue is generally impeded in
those who are freshly sated.” In their
talk at luncheon or on the playground
“clerks are apt to fall from the Latin
idiom into the mother tongue,” and for
him who speaks German the discretion of
the master has invented a dunce’s symbol
called an ass, which the holder tries hard
to pass on to another. “Wer wel ein
Griffel kouffe[n]?” “Ich wel ein Griffel
kouffen.” “Tecum sit asinus.” “Ach,
quam falsus es tu!” Sometimes the
victim offers to meet his deceiver after
vespers, with the usual schoolboy brag on
both sides. As it is forbidden to come to
blows in school, the boys are taught to
work off their enmities and formulate
their complaints in Latin dialogue. “You
were outside the town after dark. You
played with laymen Sunday. You went
swimming Monday. You stayed away
from matins. You slept through mass.”
“Reverend master, he has soiled my book,
he shouts after me wherever I go, he calls
me names.” Besides the formal disputations
the scholars discuss such
current events as a street fight, a cousin’s
wedding, the coming war with the duke
of Saxony, or the means of getting to
Erfurt, whither one of them is going when
he is sixteen to study at the university.
The great ordeal of the day was the master’s
quiz on Latin grammar, when every
one was questioned in turn (auditio circuli).
The pupils rehearse their declensions
and conjugations and the idle begin
to tremble as the hour draws near. There
is some hope that the master may not
come. “He has guests.” “But they
will leave in time.” “He may go to the
baths.” “But it is not yet a whole week
since he was there last.” “There he
comes. Name the wolf, and he forthwith
appears.” Finally the shaky scholar falls
back on his only hope, a place near one
who promises to prompt him.
“When the recitation is over and the
lesson given out, rejoicing begins among
the youth at the approach of the hour for
going home,” and they indulge in much
idle talk “which is here omitted, lest it
furnish the means of offending.” Joy is,
however, tempered by the contest which
precedes dismissal, “a serious and furious
disputation for the palmiterium,” until
one secures the prize and another has the
asinus to keep till next day.
After school the boys go to play in the
churchyard, the sports mentioned being
hoops, marbles (apparently), ball (during
Lent), and a kind of counting
game. The author distinguishes hoops
for throwing and for rolling, spheres of
wood and of stone, but the subject soon
becomes too deep for his Latin, and in the
midst of this topic the treatise comes to
an abrupt conclusion.
In some of its forms the student
manual touches on territory already occupied
by another type of mediaeval
handbook, the manual of manners, which
under such titles as “The Book of Urbanity,”
“The Courtesies of the Table,”
etc., enjoyed much popularity from the
thirteenth century onward. Such manuals
have, however, none of the polish of
Castiglione’s Courtier or the elaborateness
of the modern book of etiquette.
Those who have not mastered the use of
knife and fork have little use for the finer
points of social intercourse, and the readers
of the mediaeval manuals were still
at their a b c’s in the matter of behavior.
Wash your hands in the morning and,
if you have time, your face; use your
napkin and handkerchief; eat with three
fingers, and don’t gorge; don’t be boisterous
or quarrelsome at table; don’t stare
at your neighbor or his plate; don’t
criticise the food; don’t pick your teeth
with your knife—such, with others still
more elementary, are the maxims which
meet us in this period, in Latin and
French, in English, German, and Italian,
but regularly in verse. Now and then
there is a further touch of the age: scrape
bones with your knife but don’t gnaw
them; when you have done with them, put
them in a bowl or on the floor!
If the correspondence of mediaeval
students were preserved for us in casual
and unaffected detail, nothing could give
a more vivid picture of university conditions.
Unfortunately in some respects
for us, the Middle Ages were a period of
forms and types in letter-writing as in
other things; and for most men the writing
of a letter was less an expression of
individual feeling and experience than it
was the laborious copying of a letter of
some one else, altered where necessary to
suit the new conditions. And if something
fresh or individual was produced,
there was small chance of preserving it,
since it was on that account all the less
likely to be useful to a future letter-writer—“so
careful of the type, so careless
of the single” letter, history seems.
The result is that the hundreds of student
letters which have reached us in the manuscripts
of the Middle Ages have come
down through the medium of collections
of forms or complete letter-writers, shorn
of most of their individuality but for that
very reason reflecting the more faithfully
the fundamental and universal phases of
university life.
By far the largest element in the correspondence
of mediaeval students consists
of requests for money; “a student’s
first song is a demand for money,” says a
weary father in an Italian letter-writer,
“and there will never be a letter which
does not ask for cash.” How to secure
this fundamental necessity of student
life was doubtless one of the most important
problems that confronted the
mediaeval scholar, and many were the
models which the rhetoricians placed before
him in proof of the practical advantages
of their art. The letters are generally
addressed to parents, sometimes to
brothers, uncles, or ecclesiastical patrons;
a much copied exercise contained twenty-two
different methods of approaching an
archdeacon on this ever-delicate subject.
Commonly the student announces that
he is at such and such a centre of learning,
well and happy but in desperate need of
money for books and other necessary expenses.
Here is a specimen from Oxford,
somewhat more individual than the average
and written in uncommonly bad
Latin:
“B. to his venerable master A., greeting.
This is to inform you that I am
studying at Oxford with the greatest
diligence, but the matter of money stands
greatly in the way of my promotion, as
it is now two months since I spent the last
of what you sent me. The city is expensive
and makes many demands; I
have to rent lodgings, buy necessaries,
and provide for many other things which
I cannot now specify. Wherefore I respectfully
beg your paternity that by the
promptings of divine pity you may assist
me, so that I may be able to complete
what I have well begun. For you must
know that without Ceres and Bacchus
Apollo grows cold.”
If the father was close-fisted, there
were special reasons to be urged: the
town was dear—as university towns
always are!—the price of living was exceptionally
high owing to a hard winter,
a siege, a failure of crops, or an unusual
number of scholars; the last messenger
had been robbed or had absconded with
the money; the son could borrow no more
of his fellows or of the Jews; and so on.
The student’s woes are depicted in moving
language, with many appeals to
paternal vanity and affection. At Bologna
we hear of the terrible mud through
which the youth must beg his way from
door to door, crying, “O good masters,”
and coming home empty-handed. In an
Austrian formulary a scholar writes from
the lowest depths of prison, where the
bread is hard and moldy, the drink water
mixed with tears, the darkness so dense
that it can actually be felt. Another lies
on straw with no covering, goes without
shoes or shirt, and eats he will not say what—a
tale designed to be addressed to a
sister and to bring in response a hundred
sous tournois, two pairs of sheets, and
ten ells of fine cloth, all sent without her
husband’s knowledge. “We have made
little glosses, we owe money,” is the terse
summary of two students at Chartres.
To such requests the proper answer
was, of course, an affectionate letter,
commending the young man’s industry
and studious habits and remitting the desired
amount. Sometimes the student
is cautioned to moderate his expenses—he
might have got on longer with what he
had, he should remember the needs of his
sisters, he ought to be supporting his
parents instead of trying to extort
money from them, etc. One father—who
quotes Horace!—excuses himself
because of the failure of his vineyards. It
often happened, too, that the father or
uncle has heard bad reports of the student,
who must then be prepared to deny
indignantly all such aspersions as the
unfounded fabrications of his enemies.
Here is an example of paternal reproof
taken from an interesting collection relating
to Franche-Comté:
“To his son G. residing at Orleans P.
of Besançon sends greetings with paternal
zeal. It is written, ‘He also that is
slothful in his work is brother to him that
is a great waster.’ I have recently discovered
that you live dissolutely and
slothfully, preferring license to restraint
and play to work and strumming a guitar
while the others are at their studies,
whence it happens that you have read but
one volume of law while your more industrious
companions have read several.
Wherefore I have decided to exhort you
herewith to repent utterly of your dissolute
and careless ways, that you may no
longer be called a waster and your shame
may be turned to good repute.”
In the models of Ponce de Provence
we find a teacher writing to a student’s
father that while the young man is doing
well in his studies, he is just a trifle wild
and would be helped by judicious admonition.
Naturally the master does not
wish it known that the information came
through him, so the father writes his son:
“I have learned—not from your
master, although he ought not to hide
such things from me, but from a certain
trustworthy source—that you do not
study in your room or act in the schools
as a good student should, but play and
wander about, disobedient to your master
and indulging in sport and in certain
other dishonorable practices which I do
not now care to explain by letter.” Then
follow the customary exhortations to
reform.
Two boys at Orleans thus describe
their arrival at this centre of learning:
“To their dear and respected parents
M. Martre, knight, and M. his wife, M.
and S. their sons send greeting and filial
obedience. This is to inform you that, by
divine mercy, we are living in good health
in the city of Orleans and are devoting
ourselves wholly to study, mindful of the
words of Cato, ‘To know anything is
praiseworthy.’ We occupy a good dwelling,
next door but one to the schools and
market-place, so that we can go to school
every day without wetting our feet. We
have also good companions in the house
with us, well advanced in their studies
and of excellent habits—an advantage
which we well appreciate, for as the
Psalmist says, ‘With an upright man
thou wilt show thyself upright.’”
Such youths were slow to quit academic
life. Again and again they ask permission
to have their term of study extended;
war might break out, parents or brothers
die, an inheritance have to be divided,
but the student pleads always for delay.
He desires to “serve longer in the camp
of Pallas;” in any event he cannot leave
before Easter, as his masters have just
begun important courses of lectures. A
scholar is called home from Siena to
marry a lady of many attractions; he answers
that he deems it foolish to desert
the cause of learning for the sake of a
woman, “for one may always get a wife,
but science once lost can never be recovered.”
The time to leave, however, must come
at last, and then the great problem is
money for the expenses of commencement,
or, as it was then called, inception.
Thus a student at Paris asks a friend to
explain to his father, “since the simplicity
of the lay mind does not understand such
things,” how at length after much study
nothing but lack of money for the inception
banquet stands in the way of his
graduation. From Orleans D. Boterel
writes to his dear relatives at Tours that
he is laboring over his last volume of law
and on its completion will be able to pass
to his licentiate provided they send him
a hundred livres for the necessary expenses.
An account of the inception at
Bologna was quoted in the preceding
chapter.[12]
Unlike the student letters, which range
over the whole of the later Middle Ages,
mediaeval student poetry, or rather the
best of it, is limited to a comparatively
short period comprised roughly within the
years 1125 and 1225, and is closely connected
with the classical phase of the
twelfth-century renaissance. It is largely
the work of the wandering clerks of the
period—students, ex-students, professors
even—moving from town to town
in search of learning and still more of adventure,
nominally clerks but leading
often very unclerical lives. “Far from
their homes,” says Symonds, “without
responsibilities, light of purse and light of
heart, careless and pleasure-seeking, they
ran a free, disreputable course.” “They
are wont,” writes a monk of the twelfth
century, “to roam about the world and
visit all its cities, till much learning makes
them mad; for in Paris they seek liberal
arts, in Orleans classics, at Salerno medicine,
at Toledo magic, but nowhere manners
and morals.” Their chief habitat,
however, was northern France, the center
of the new literary renaissance.
Possibly from some obscure allusion to
Goliath the Philistine, these wandering
clerks took the name Goliardi and their
verse is generally known as Goliardic poetry.
This literature is for the most
part anonymous, though recent research
has individualized certain writers of the
group, notably a Master Hugh, canon of
Orleans, ca. 1142, styled the Primate, and
the so-called Archpoet. The Primate,
mordant, diabolically clever, thoroughly
disreputable, became famous for generations
as “an admirable improviser, who if
he had but turned his heart to the love of
God would have had a great place in divine
letters and have proved most useful
to God’s church.” The Archpoet is found
chiefly in Italy from 1161 to 1165, going
“on his own” in spring and summer but
when autumn comes on turning to beg
shirt and cloak from his patron, the archbishop
of Cologne. Ordered to compose
an epic for the emperor in a week, he replies
he cannot write on an empty stomach—the
quality of his verse depends on the
quality of his wine:
Tales versus facio quale vinum bibo.
Good wine he must at times have found,
for he composed the masterpiece of the
whole school, the Confession of a Goliard,
that unforgettable description of the
burning temptations of Pavia which contains
the famous glorification of the joys
of the tavern:
In the public house to die
Is my resolution;
Let wine to my lips be nigh
At life’s dissolution;
That will make the angels cry,
With glad elocution,
“Grant this toper, God on high,
Grace and absolution!”
Though written in Latin, the Goliardic
verse has abandoned the ancient metrical
system for the rhyme and accent of modern
poetry, but even the best of modern
versions, such as those of John Addington
Symonds, from which I am quoting, fail
to render the swing, the lilt, the rhythmical
flow of the original. Its authors
are familiar with classical mythology and
especially with the writings of Ovid,
whose precepts, copied even in severe
Cluny, were freely followed. Most of
all is this poetry classical in its frankly
pagan view of life. Its gods are Venus
and Bacchus, also Decius, the god of dice.
Love and wine and spring, life on the
open road and under the blue sky, these
are the common subjects; the spirit is
that of an intense delight in the world that
is, a joy in mere living, such as one finds
in the Greek and Roman poets or in that
sonorous song of a later age which the
academic world still cherishes,
Gaudeamus igitur iuvenes dum sumus.
In general the Goliardic poetry is of an
impersonal sort, giving us few details
from any particular place, but reflecting
the gayer, more jovial, less reputable side
of the life of mediaeval clerks. The worshipful
order of vagrants is described,
open to men of every condition and every
clime, with its rules which are no rules,
late-risers, gamesters, roysterers, proud
that none of its members has more than
one coat to his back, begging their way
from town to town with requests for
money which sound like students’ letters
in verse:
I, a wandering scholar lad,
Born for toil and sadness,
Oftentimes am driven by
Poverty to madness.
Literature and knowledge I
Fain would still be earning,
Were it not that want of pelf
Makes me cease from learning.
These torn clothes that cover me
Are too thin and rotten;
Oft I have to suffer cold,
By the warmth forgotten.
Scarce I can attend at church,
Sing God’s praises duly;
Mass and vespers both I miss,
Though I love them truly.
Oh, thou pride of N——,
By thy worth I pray thee
Give the suppliant help in need,
Heaven will sure repay thee.
Take a mind unto thee now
Like unto St. Martin;
Clothe the pilgrim’s nakedness,
Wish him well at parting.
So may God translate your soul
Into peace eternal,
And the bliss of saints be yours
In His realm supernal.
The brethren greet each other at wayside
taverns with songs like this:
We in our wandering,
Blithesome and squandering,
Tara, tantara, teino!
Eat to satiety,
Drink with propriety;
Tara, tantara, teino!
Laugh till our sides we split,
Rags on our hides we fit;
Tara, tantara, teino!
Jesting eternally,
Quaffing infernally:
Tara, tantara, teino!
etc.
The assembled topers are described in
another poem:
Some are gaming, some are drinking,
Some are living without thinking;
And of those who make the racket,
Some are stripped of coat and jacket;
Some get clothes of finer feather,
Some are cleaned out altogether;
No one there dreads death’s invasion,
But all drink in emulation.
Then they sacrilegiously drink once for
all prisoners and captives, three times for
the living, a fourth time for the whole
body of Christians, a fifth for those departed
in the faith, and so on to the thirteenth
for those who travel by land or
water, and a final and unlimited potation
for king and Pope. Such poetry is plainly
the expression of a ‘wet’ age.
Often bibulous and erotic, the Goliardic
verse contains a large amount of
parody and satire. Appealing to a public
familiar with scripture and liturgy, its
authors parody anything—the Bible,
hymns to the Virgin, the canon of the
mass, as in the “Drinkers’ Mass” and
the “Office for Gamblers.” One of the
best-known pieces is a satire on the Papacy
under the caption of “The Gospel
according to Mark-s of silver.” This is
only one of many bitter attacks on Rome,
while the pride, hardness, and greed of the
higher clergy are portrayed in “Golias
the Bishop.” The point of view in general
is that of the lower clergy, especially
the looser, wandering, undisciplined element
which frequented the schools and the
roads, the jongleurs of the clerical world,
familiar subjects of ecclesiastical legislation
since the ninth century.
Poetry of this sort is so contrary to
conventional conceptions of the Middle
Ages that some writers have denied its
mediaeval character. “It is,” says one,
“mediaeval only in the chronological
sense,” while others find in it close affinities
with the spirit of the Renaissance or
of the Reformation. It would be more
consonant with the spirit of history to
enlarge our ideas of the Middle Ages so
as to correspond to the facts of mediaeval
life. The Goliardi were neither humanists
before the Renaissance nor reformers
before the Reformation; they were simply
men of the Middle Ages who wrote for
their own time. If the writings of these
northern and chiefly French clerks seem
to anticipate the Italian Renaissance, it
may be that the Renaissance began earlier
and was less specifically Italian than has
been supposed. If the authors are more
secular, even more earthy, than we should
expect clerks to be, we must learn to expect
something different. In lyric poetry,
as in the epic and the drama, we are now
learning more of the close interpenetration
of the lay and ecclesiastical worlds,
no longer separated by the air-tight partitions
which the imagination of a later day
interposed. And whether their spirit was
lay or ecclesiastical, the Goliardi were certainly
human; they saw and felt life
keenly, and they wrote of what they knew.
It is time to redress the balance with a
word about a less obtrusive element, the
good student. “The life of the virtuous
student,” says Dean Rashdall, “has no
annals,”[13] and in all ages he has been less
conspicuous than his more dashing fellows.
Thus the ideal scholar of the sermons
is a bit colorless but obedient, respectful,
eager to learn, assiduous at
lectures, and bold in debate, pondering his
lessons even during his evening promenades
by the river. The ideal student of
the manuals is he who practices their precepts.
The typical student of the letters
has already described himself as devoted
wholly to study, though somewhat short
of money. The good student of the poems—there
is no such person! Student
poetry was “not all bacchic or erotic or
profane,”[14] but much of it was, and we
must not look here for the more serious
side of academic life. Jean de Hauteville’s
account of the poor and industrious
scholar is representative of a large class of
students but not of a large body of poetry.
The good student’s occupations are best
reflected in the course of study, his assiduity
best seen in his note-books and disputations.
The documents which concern
the educational side of the university are
also a source for student life! It has been
observed that the alumni reunions of our
own day are often more prolific in recollections
of student escapades than of
the daily performance of the allotted
task. The studious lad of today never
breaks into the headlines as such, and
no one has seen fit to produce a play
or a film “featuring the good student.”
Yet everyone familiar with contemporary
universities knows that the serious
student exists in large numbers,
and it has been shown conclusively that
the distinction he there achieves reflects
itself in his later life. So it was in the
Middle Ages. The law students of Bologna
insisted on their money’s worth of
teaching from their professors. The examinations
described by Robert de Sorbon
required serious preparation. Not
only was the vocational motive a strong
incentive to study in the mediaeval university,
but there was much enthusiasm
for knowledge and much discussion of intellectual
subjects. The greater universities,
at least, were intellectually very
much alive, with something of that ‘religion
of learning’ which had earlier
called Abelard’s pupils into the wilderness,
there to build themselves huts that
they might feed upon his words. The
books of the age were in large measure
written by its professors, and the students
had the advantage of seeing them in the
making and thus drinking of learning
at its fountain-head. Then as now, the
moral quality of a university depended
on the intensity and seriousness of its
intellectual life.
If we consider the body of student literature
as a whole, its most striking, and
its most disappointing, characteristic is
its lack of individuality. The Manuale
Scholarium is written for the use of all
scholars who propose to attend universities
of students. The letters are made
as general as possible in order to fit the
need of any student who wants money,
clothes, or books. Even the poems, where
we have some right to expect personal expression
of feeling, have the generic character
of most mediaeval poetry; they are
for the most part the voice of a class, not
of individuals.
At the same time it must be remembered
that this characteristic of the student
productions, if it robs them of something
of their interest, increases their
historical value. The historian deals
with the general rather than the particular,
and his knowledge must be
built up by a painful collection and
comparison of individual facts, which
are often too few or too unlike to
admit of sound generalization. In the
case of these student records, however,
that labor has already been performed
for him; in the form in which they
come down to us they have lost, at the
hands of the students themselves, what
is local and peculiar and exceptional, and
have become, what in view of the nature
of our information no historian could
hope to make them, the generalized experience
of centuries of student life.
It is this broadly human quality that
gives the productions of the mediaeval
student a special interest for the world of
today. In substance, though not in
form, many of them are almost as representative
of modern Harvard or Yale as
of mediaeval Oxford or Paris. The
Latin dialogue and disputation, the mud
of Bologna, and the money-changers of
the Grand-Pont, belong plainly in the
Middle Ages and not in our time; but
money and clothing, rooms, teachers, and
books, good cheer and good fellowship,
have been subjects of interest at all times
and all places. A professor of history
once said that the greatest difficulty of
historical teaching lay in convincing
pupils that the events of the past did not
all happen in the moon. The Middle
Ages are very far away, farther from us
in some respects than is classical antiquity,
and it is very hard to realize that
men and women, then and now, are after
all much the same human beings. We
need constantly to be reminded that the
fundamental factors in man’s development
remain much the same from age to
age and must so remain as long as human
nature and physical environment continue
what they have been. In his relations to
life and learning the mediaeval student
resembled his modern successor far more
than is often supposed. If his environment
was different, his problems were
much the same; if his morals were perhaps
worse, his ambition was as active,
his rivalries as intense, his desire for learning
quite as keen. And for him as for
us, intellectual achievement meant membership
in that city of letters not made
with hands, “the ancient and universal
company of scholars.”