|The Awakening of Europe|
|by M. B. Synge|
|Book III of the Story of the World series. Covers the reformation in Germany, the Netherlands, France, and England, as well as the settlement of colonies in America. The rise of England and the Netherlands as sea powers, and the corresponding fall of Spain, as well as the rise of Russia, Austria, and the German states are also presented. Ages 11-18 |
THE MASSACRE OF ST BARTHOLOMEW
" 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful."
BUT the Netherlands was not the only place where persecution for religion was going on. Though Spain and the
Netherlands lay paralysed under the heavy hand of the Inquisition, yet France and England were taking part,
together with the rest of Europe, in the struggle between Protestants and Roman Catholics. And this very year,
 the Protestants seemed to be gaining ground in the Netherlands, France was to be stained with a crime which can
never be forgotten, and which historians must always remember, as one of the greatest blots in the annals of
mankind. This was the wholesale massacre of the Protestants, or Huguenots as they were called, in France, on a
terrible summer night in the year 1572.
Francis, King of France, had left a delicate little brother to succeed him on the throne, and his mother,
Catherine de Medici, was to govern the kingdom till the boy Charles was old enough and strong enough to rule it
himself. She was a rigid Roman Catholic, and hated the Huguenots with her whole heart. Indeed, like her
neighbour Philip over the Pyrenees, she made up her mind to crush them out of the country.
The leaders of the French Huguenots were the young Henry of Navarre and the Prince of Condé, and it was against
these two that Catherine de Medici plotted. She planned a marriage between her daughter Margaret and young
Henry of Navarre, the former being a Roman Catholic, the latter a Huguenot. It seemed strange to those who
looked on, and men grew to suspect the motives of the Queen-Regent.
"We shall marry the two religions," said the young King of France, who was entirely under his mother's control.
Still, amid murmurs of discontent, the wedding
 preparations went forward, until the day arrived for Henry, now King of Navarre, to come to Paris for his
bride. Attended by the Prince of Condé, the old warrior Huguenot Admiral Coligny, and 800 distinguished
followers, the King of Navarre rode into the French capital, his handsome face and winning smile attracting all
alike. Still there were murmurs of disapproval, and the air was heavy with evil rumours.
The wedding-day came. It was the 18th of August, a glorious summer morning. Cannons roared, bells rang out from
every steeple, crowds lined the street as King Henry, dressed in pale yellow satin adorned with silver and
pearls, led out his young bride. It was a gorgeous sight. Bishops and archbishops led the way in robes of gold,
cardinals in scarlet, knights blazing with orders, officers of State—all added to the splendour of the sight.
The next three days were spent in festivities. All seemed peace and goodwill. The young king, Charles IX., was
making friends with the Admiral Coligny; he already loved his new brother-in-law, Henry of Navarre. Catherine
grew alarmed lest her plot should, after all, fail, and her own power over the young king should wane. She gave
orders for the Admiral Coligny to be killed. Her commands were imperfectly carried out. The Admiral was badly
wounded, but not killed. When Charles heard the news he was in an agony of
 surprise and fear. His mother was in a panic. Huguenots gathered in angry crowds and discussed the deed, Henry
of Navarre vowed vengeance on the would-be murderer.
It was after dinner on the 23rd of August that Catherine led her son outside into the private gardens of the
Tuileries to unfold her plan. The time, she said, was ripe. Eight thousand Huguenots were in Paris breathing
revenge. In one hour the whole hated body of them might be put to death. To this the young king's sanction must
be obtained. And first of all Coligny must be killed. Charles burst into one of his fits of passion.
"Woe to any one who touches a hair of his head!" he cried. "He is the only friend I have, save my brother of
But Catherine would not give in. She knew she must conquer at last. And she did. Lashed into a frenzy, the
young king started to his feet.
"Kill the Admiral, then, if you like!" he screamed; "but kill all the Huguenots with him—all—all—all, so that
not one be left to reproach me with this deed."
The word was spoken. There was no time to lose. Hastily through the darkness of the starless summer night
preparations went forward.
"Let every true Catholic tie a white band on his arm, put a white cross on his cap, and begin the vengeance of
God," went forth the order.
CATHERINE DE MEDICI PLANNING THE MASSACRE.
 The signal was to be given by the great bell of the Palace of Justice at two o'clock in the morning. Soon after
midnight Catherine went to her son. He was pacing his room in an agony of passion, swearing the Huguenots
should not die.
"It is too late to retreat, even if it were possible," declared Catherine.
Feverishly mother and son awaited the signal. As the harsh sound of the bell rang through the silent summer
night the uproar began. The sound of clanging bells, crashing doors, musket-shots was followed by the shrieks
of the victims and the yells of the crowd, till the stoutest hearts quailed and the strongest trembled.
Shaking in every limb, the poor young king shouted for the massacre to be stopped. It was too late. Already
beacon-fires had sent the signal through the land of France.
Old men, young girls, helpless children, were alike smitten down. Through the long dark night the slaughter
continued, until Paris was such a scene of terror as human eyes have rarely seen.
In vain did Charles order the massacre to be stopped at the end of one day. It was continued for a whole week,
till some 80,000 Huguenots had been slain.
And "the heart of Protestant Europe stood still with horror."
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