Metrical Tales and Other Poems/God's Judgment on a Bishop
GOD's Judgment on a BISHOP.
Here followeth the History of HATTO, Archbishop of Ments.
It hapned in the year 914, that there was an exceeding great famine in Germany, at what time Otho surnamed the Great was Emperor, and one Hatto once Abbot of Fulda was Archbishop of Ments, of the Bishops after Crescens and Crescentius the two and thirtieth, of the Archbishops after St. Bonafacius the thirteenth. This Hatto in the time of this great famine afore-mentioned, when he saw the poor people of the country exceedingly oppressed with famine, assembled a great company of them together into a Barne, and like a most accursed and mercilesse caitiffe burnt up those poor innocent souls, that were so far from doubting any such matter, that they rather hoped to receive some comfort and relief at his hands. The reason that moved the prelat to commit that execrable impiety, was because he thought the famine would the sooner cease, if those unprofitable beggars that consumed more bread than they were worthy to eat, were dispatched out of the world. For he said that those poor folks were like to Mice, that were good for nothing but to devour corne. But God Almighty the just avenger of the poor folks Quarrel, did not long suffer this hainous Tyranny, this most detestable fact, unpunished. For he mustered up an Army of Mice against the Archbishop, and sent them to persecute him as his furious Alastors, so that they afflicted him both day and night, and would not suffer him to take his rest in any place. Whereupon the Prelate thinking that he should be secure from the injury of Mice if he were in a certain tour, that standeth in the Rhine near to the towne, betook himself into the said tower as to a safe refuge and sanctuary from his enemies, and locked himself in. But the innumerable troupes a Mice chased him continually very eagerly, and swumme unto him upon the top of the water to execute the just judgment of God, and so at last he was most miserably devoured by those sillie creatures; who pursued him with such bitter hostility, that it is recorded they scraped and gnawed out his very name from the walls and tapistry mherein it was written, after they had so cruelly devoured his body. Wherefore the tower wherein he was eaten up by the Mice is shewn to this day, for a perpetual monument to all succeeding ages of the barbarous and inhuman tyranny of this impious Prelate, being situate in a little green Island in the midst of the Rhine near to the towne of [1]Bing, and is commonly called in the German Tongue, the Mowse-turn.
Other Authors who record this tale say that the Bishop was eaten by Rats.
That in winter the corn was growing yet,
'Twas a piteous sight to see all around
The corn lie rotting on the ground.
Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door,
For he had a plentiful last-year's store,
And all the neighbourhood could tell
His granaries were furnished well.
To quiet the poor without delay,
He bade them to his great Barn repair,
And they should have food for winter there.
The poor folk flocked from far and near;
The great Barn was full as it could hold
Of women and children, and young and old.
Bishop Hatto he made fast the door,
And while for mercy on Christ they call
He set fire to the Barn and burnt them all.
And the country is greatly obliged to me,
For ridding it in these times forlorn
Of Rats that only consume the corn.
And he sat down to supper merrily,
And he slept that night like an innocent man,
But Bishop Hatto never slept again.
Where his picture hung against the wall,
A sweat like death all over him came,
For the Rats had eaten it out of the frame.
He had a countenance white with alarm,
My Lord, I opened your granaries this morn
And the Rats had eaten all your corn.
And he was pale as pale could be,
Fly! my Lord Bishop, fly, quoth he,
Ten thousand Rats are coming this way, . .
The Lord forgive you for yesterday!
'Tis the safest place in Germany,
The walls are high and the shores are steep
And the stream is strong and the water deep.
And he crost the Rhine without delay,
And reach'd his Tower in the Island and barr'd
All the gates secure and hard.
But soon a scream made him arise,
He started, and saw two eyes of flame
On his pillow, from whence the screaming came.
But the Bishop he grew more fearful for that,
For she sate screaming, mad with fear
At the Army of Rats that were drawing near.
And they have climb'd the shores so steep,
And now by thousands up they crawl
To the holes and windows in the wall.
And faster and faster his beads did he tell,
As louder and louder drawing near
The saw of their teeth without he could hear.
And through the walls by thousands they pour,
And down from the ceiling and up thro' the floor,
From the right and the left, from behind and before,
And all at once to the Bishop they go.
And now they pick the Bishop's bones,
They gnawed the flesh from every limb
For they were sent to do judgment on him!
- ↑ Hodie Bingen.