<h2>CHAPTER XVI.</h2>
<h3><span class="smcap">"Brethren of the Militia of Jesus Christ."</span></h3>
<div class="poem0"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"A dream of man and woman,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Diviner but still human,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Solving the riddle old,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Shaping the Age of Gold.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The love of God and neighbor,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An equal handed labor;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The richer life where duty<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Walks hand and hand with beauty."<br/></span></div>
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<p>The idea of this Third Order had been in Francis' mind
for a long time; in fact, as far back as his first journey to
Rome, when the entire brotherhood numbered twelve!
On his way home to Assisi he had preached in every village
and town he passed. One day, as he was preaching in the
vicinity of a large feudal castle, the whole establishment
turned out to hear him, and when he had finished, his
listeners, lords and ladies, officers and retainers, threw
themselves at his feet, announcing their intention to follow
him wherever he went, and renounce the world for ever.
Never was preacher in such a plight! There they stood,
the tears running down their faces, husbands and wives
and little children, soldiers, bower-maidens and pages, the
entire retinue that ordinarily made up the household of a
mediæval lord. Francis knew that it would not be possible
to carry off the lot; beside, there was no Second Order
then, and what could he do with the women and children?
So he calmed them by telling them that he would endeavor
to create an Order into which they could come without
shaking the foundations of the universe!</p>
<p>Little he thought that the Third Order was destined<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</SPAN></span>
to make even more stir in the world than the First or
Second.</p>
<div class="sidenote"><i>What must we do?</i></div>
<p>As the years passed by, Francis was continually met with
the question, "What must we do now we are converted?
Teach us how to live!"</p>
<p>It was a very important question, and a very natural
one, for the first instinct of a healthy, newly-converted
soul is to spend and be spent for its Master. Strange as
it may seem to us in these days of Bible readers, district
visitors, and lay workers of all kinds, it was a very difficult
question to answer. The Church, which as yet was the
Church Universal, not having suffered any disruption,
knew nothing of lay help, other than setting its members
to pray, and give alms. A change of life and action had
long since ceased to be preached. Francis and his
followers had revived the old Apostolic doctrine of
repentance and conversion and holiness of life and thought.
As many as could join the First and Second Orders were
well disposed of, but the countless multitude who were unable
to leave home and friends, were the, as yet, unsolved
problem. Francis soon saw that his work would be, to a
large extent, a failure if something were not done in the
way of organizing his converts. This fact was again
pressed home upon him the year after Peter Cantani was
appointed Vicar General.</p>
<p>He was preaching in a little village called Cannara, and
his hearers, who comprised the major portion of the
village, were so carried away with his words, that they besought
him with tears to take them into his brotherhood.
This he refused to do, saying—</p>
<p>"You are not able, nor ought you to do anything of the
kind. I will think of you, and I will seek, and with God's
blessing I will find a life more within your compass."</p>
<p>This promise he found he had to renew wherever he
went.</p>
<p>"What must we do?" the people asked him..</p>
<p>"We cannot forsake our wives!" said the husbands,
and "We cannot leave our husbands!" said the wives.
"How shall we save ourselves?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="sidenote"><i>The Third Order.</i></div>
<p>After a little, the active mind of Francis found the
way out. He would form a new Order of converted men
and women, who would be linked on to the First, and so,
without leaving the world, they could enjoy the peace and
strength of a truly religious life. Such an idea had never
been heard of before, and the success of the new institution
far surpassed all expectations. It seemed as though men's
hearts and minds had been waiting for it, to judge by the
numbers that sought admission.</p>
<p>The rules of the Order were very simple and based
almost entirely on the Sermon on the Mount. The
"Tertiaries," as they were called, were required to put an
end to all hatred, and to restore all ill-acquired gain, not
to engage in lawsuits, to practise the commandments of
God, to wear a plain dress, and abstain from all worldly
gaieties, such as theatre-going, dancing, etc. No one
might speak of his or her neighbor's faults. They were to
eat the plainest of food and to avoid a variety of dishes.
Then there were various advices given as regards cleanliness.
Mediæval folk seldom reckoned cleanliness among
the virtues to be cultivated. No one was to appear in Church
in soiled or torn clothes, because, in so doing, they showed
disrespect to God, and never should there be stain or spot
on their garments, for outside purity is in some sort a
reflection of inward purity. Houses and furniture also
had to be plain and clean. They spent what time they
had in visiting the sick, and helping those who needed
help out of the surplus of their goods.</p>
<p>Before anybody was admitted into the Order, an
investigation was made into his or her life, respecting
personal character and relations with their neighbors. If
he were found with goods not belonging to him, or to be at
enmity with anyone, he was not admitted until he had
repented and done his first works.</p>
<p>In every place where a congregation of the Third Order
existed, there was a "Visitor" who was also a Minor of
the First Order. It was his duty to oversee these
"Tertiaries," and give them instruction.</p>
<p>Such was the Order in which people of all grades and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</SPAN></span>
classes hastened to enrol themselves. It was first opened
in June, and at the end of that year we find branches of it
in Tuscany, Umbria, and the Marches of Ancona. A wave
of blessing seemed to pass all over Italy. It does not
appear that Francis established any other fraternity of
the Third Order except the First, and from that the others
spread out into all the earth.</p>
<div class="sidenote"><i>A Strong Order.</i></div>
<p>The "Tertiaries," or "The brethren of the Militia of
Jesus Christ," as someone called them, multiplied to such
an extent that very soon they attracted more attention than
was altogether pleasant. The different bishops of Italy
opposed them, and wrote to the German Emperor,
Frederick II., who was a man of bad character and openly
irreligious.</p>
<p>"The Friars Minor have risen up against us!" they
wrote. "They have publicly reproved our life and
conversation. They have destroyed our rights, and
brought us to nothing. And now, as the finishing stroke
against our power, and to deprive us of the devotion of the
people, they have created two new confraternities, which
include men and women. Everyone runs into them!"</p>
<p>Frederick was frightened. He saw a gigantic army
ready to fight for the Church at a word of command,
because one of the bye-laws of Tertian rule forbade the
Tertiaries to carry offensive weapons save in the defence of
the faith of Jesus Christ, or in defence of their country.
From this time Frederick, who was always fighting against
the Church, became their bitterest enemy, and persecuted
them wherever they were to be found. If it had not been
for the influence of Cardinal Ugolino, who vigorously
protected the Third Order after Francis' death, Frederick
would, probably, have been able to wipe it out of existence,
or what would have been worse, it might have existed only
in name. As it was, it grew and spread and struggled for
its rights, till it became one of the most powerful religious,
social and political influences the world has ever felt. To
go into the details of this would occupy too much space,
therefore, we shall turn our attention to a few of the first
Tertiaries.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="sidenote"><i>Lucchese.</i></div>
<p>The <i>very</i> first was a man called Lucchese. This man
was young, good-looking, and ambitious. He was a tradesman,
and his ruling motive in life was to vie with the
nobles. This, after a time, became a passion with him.
He knew the only way to success lay through riches.
Therefore, he determined to be rich. He began to
speculate in grain, and bought up as much as he could,
and thus created an artificial famine in his village. Then,
when the want was greatest, he resold his stores at
enormous prices, and his fortune was made.</p>
<p>But God was looking after him, and, one day, when he
was sitting alone, the thought of what he had done came
before him in all its hideousness. He saw that there was
something more in life besides merely pursuing riches, and
"what would it profit him," something asked him, "if he
should gain all his heart was set on, and be eternally
lost in the end?" From that hour he was a changed
man.</p>
<p>After consultation with his wife, Bonadona, he sold
the greater part of his goods, and distributed their price to
the poor. He kept only a house and a garden of four
acres, which he cultivated with his own hands. This was
a hard life for one who had been used to luxury. His
house soon became the "poor man's inn" for the district.
Thither came the poor and needy in troops, and never
were they sent empty away.</p>
<p>Such was Lucchese's life when he met Francis, just at
the time when the necessity for the Third Order was
pressing most heavily upon him. Lucchese opened his
heart to Francis, and told him how much he longed to
make up for the wrong he had done in the past, and live a
life well-pleasing to God.</p>
<p>"For some time," said Francis, who felt, as Lucchese
talked with him, that the man and the hour had both
arrived, "I have been thinking of founding a Third Order,
in which married people will have an opportunity of
serving God faithfully. You can be the first to enrol
yourself."</p>
<div class="sidenote"><i>Lucchese's Work.</i></div>
<p>Then he explained the form which he intended to give<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</SPAN></span>
this Order, and Lucchese gladly enrolled himself, and
Bonadona declared that she would join her husband.
Encouraged by this good beginning, Francis publicly
announced his intentions, and a number of men and
women came and offered themselves to him. So, one day,
in the Church, in the sight of many spectators, he clothed
them in a simple, modest dress of ash-grey, and the first
group, or rather the first fraternity, was formed.</p>
<p>Lucchese persevered nobly in his good works. He was no
longer content with merely helping those who came to him,
but he travelled great distances to find the suffering.
Sometimes he was to be seen leading three or four poor
creatures, and carrying the weakest of them on his back!
When once they were in his house, he cared for them, body
and soul, and many of them were converted, and some
joined the Third Order. Close to where Lucchese lived,
there were large tracts of swampy, malarial country.
Every summer fever was sure to break out there.
Lucchese saw this place now as a beautiful field for
Tertiary labor. He bought an ass, and, loading it with
suitable drugs and food, he went down into the fever
swamps, and did his best in the capacity of doctor and
nurse and priest all in one. His wife was always ready to
help him in all his good works.</p>
<p>His death is reported to have been "serene and grand
as that of a patriarch." He and his wife were both taken
ill together. She got worse rapidly, and they came to tell
him of it. They carried him to her side. Kissing her an
affectionate farewell, he said—</p>
<p>"Oh, my beloved and devoted companion, we have
served God together in all affection. Wait for me, we
shall be permitted to go together to the unspeakable
joys!"</p>
<p>He returned to his room and lay down in great weakness.
Those around saw that his last hour had come.</p>
<p>"My dear brother," said one of the Friars Minor, who
stood beside him, "be strong and prepare thy soul to
appear before thy Saviour."</p>
<p>Lucchese raised his head a little and smiled.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"My good father," he said, "If I had waited till now
to prepare my soul I should still have confidence in God's
mercy, but to tell the truth I should leave the world with
less security, on account of the terrors of the passage."</p>
<p>But the passage had no terrors for Lucchese. He raised
his arms and said—</p>
<p>"I feel myself free and ready, not through my merits,
but through those of our Lord Jesus Christ." A few
minutes after the death of his wife, he, too, followed her
to Heaven.</p>
<div class="sidenote"><i>A Dinner Party.</i></div>
<p>Once, when passing through Rome, Francis was asked
by the chief of a powerful house to dinner. As he was
going into the palace of the noble, he descried a number
of poor people congregated in the court, to whom food was
being distributed. Unable to resist the opportunity, he
went down and sat among them! Matthew de Rubeis,
his host, was looking out of the window and saw this, so
he came out and joined him, saying—</p>
<p>"Brother Francis, since you will not come to me, I
must come and sit with you." And with the most courtly
air he announced to the astonished crowd that he and
Francis would eat with them.</p>
<p>After that dinner, during which no doubt Francis
expounded his doctrines, Matthew de Rubeis was enrolled
in the "New Militia." He was the first Tertiary in
Rome.</p>
<div class="sidenote"><i>Little Rose.</i></div>
<p>Little Rose, though not actually a contemporary of
Francis, is always reckoned in as one of the first
Tertiaries. She was one of those children who seem
born with deep religious feeling. She always, from her
earliest dawning intelligence, loved God with all her heart
and soul. She was a beautiful child, very lively in disposition,
and she loved to go out into the streets and sing
hymns. Before she was ten years old, she began to preach
against those who tried to undermine the faith of our
Lord Jesus Christ, of whom the chief was the German
Emperor, Frederick II. The Archbishop of the town had
written a letter warning his people against the dangers
that beset them, and nowhere did his appeal take deeper<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</SPAN></span>
root than in the heart of little Rose. She, childlike, spoke
out boldly what her friends were thinking in their hearts.
Standing in the street, on a large stone, she preached that
the Emperor was an enemy of the true faith, and must be
resisted, and that the standard of the faith must be kept
high at all costs. Those who thought just so encouraged
her, but those who were staunch supporters of the wicked
Emperor went to the Prefect of the town, who belonged to
their party, and declared—</p>
<p>"If you do not send away Rose and her parents, we will
drive you away yourself."</p>
<p>The Prefect was frightened. He sent for Rose and her
parents, and when they appeared he ordered them, on pain
of being cast into prison, and having their goods confiscated,
to leave the town. It was then the middle of winter,
snow had been falling for some days, and the roads were
nearly impassable. The parents begged to have the
sentence postponed for a little.</p>
<p>"It is death," they said, "to go now."</p>
<p>"Well, you can die then," answered the Prefect. "I
want nothing better."</p>
<p>So they took their child and set off. They did not die,
however. God took care of them, and they safely reached
Soriano, where they lived in peace and quiet, till the death
of the Emperor, a year later, allowed them to return home
again.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</SPAN></span></p>
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