My story is so linked to the city of Brussels, which I have the honor of being the oldest noble than I can scarcely tell my adventures without sometimes speak of the famous city where I live so long .dropoff window The reader will benefit; he will learn some of the history of a great city by reading one of a small man with a bent. My name means little man pissing, we gave it to me because of the job I’m doing for centuries; I will tell just now cause …
As the city is older than me, I must first say that the Brussels name means the huts of the bridge, because this famous city began with a few huts built on the island of Saint Gery, which connected to the mainland a wooden bridge over the seine, at the place called at this day Borgval, Flemish word for fortress; because you have to know that in the past were fortified villages.
Brussels was already in the seventh century considerable hamlet where men lived almost like bears. The country was covered with woods and wetlands. Our fathers ate hunting and fishing; beautiful ladies hahillaient swan skins, which were common in the region. There was still little luxury The city however. The city expanded gradually. It was in the year 700 an already strong town, which had a powerful lord master. This nobleman was also the functions (10) magistrate and had men at arms, as the King of Yvetot.
Vindicien Saint, Bishop of Arras, came to preach and die in Brussels in the year 705; He stayed with the lord in question which having no children, is strongly recommended to the prayers of the saint. Vindicien be lent good grace to his desires. His wife became pregnant; and at the end of the ninth month, I came into the world. I was so small that it’s me that probably took the idea of Tom Thumb.
Vindicien died, we went for St. Gudule to bless me. This saint was so beautiful that my father became madly in love. She had been brought to Nivelle, under the eyes of St. Gertrude its parent, (11) and she lived in a great devotion to the castle of Ham, which belonged to his family.
My father comprima just three months his passion for Gudule. Finally he went to find his castle one day when he knew she was there alone; and seeing indignantly rejected, he wanted to use violence. Holy fled against a column which opened to give him asylum; and there, impenetrable to the boldness of the good Lord, she said: “You will be punished in your son for your temerity. “My father, terrified of the threat and the miracle that had just been, is sadly returned and lived in repentance until the year 712, when St. Gudula died.
I was in my seventh year. I grew so slowly that I still did not have half the size that I have today. My mother was sorry; at fifteen I was a cubit high as now, I was running the fields with cheerfulness, and my smallness did not prevent me from doing mischief.
One day I was misled m alone, the place I currently holds, I stopped at the door of a small hermitage that would today the corner of Oak Street, but was then isolated countryside. I thought I could make a good malice pissing on that door. He pulled out a very serious old man, who wore a long white beard. “Piss, my friend, (13) said the hermit, you piss long. “Alas! I did not stopped since this anathema.
I stood up, motionless, and I lost the power of speech. My father did not see me back, looked at me with concern. It was only after five days of races he found me in the position where the hermit had put me. He wanted to take me a few elucidations; I could not reply. He ordered his men to take me to his mansion; I immediately felt my feet set on the ground, I became conservai statue and just the feeling.
They sent the hermit, who said, “Your son will live for centuries in the state where you see it. Make (14) raise him here a small niche and take your party. “It is thus put me to the place I occupy; and my father, who loved me, he built against a house where he dwelt. He died shortly after, in the year 724.
Origin of the Belgian Lion; and other beautiful things.
My very recent adventure attracted many curious who came to see me. They raised some houses in my neighborhood. There was even talk of making me a saint. The water that I provided was reputation; we used it to make some miraculous cures; and I have built a chapel if Pope Leo III had not come to our city in the year 804 with the Emperor Charlemagne.
These two great men while organizing this secret tribunal of Westphalia, the Inquisition took from a model, and was put to death by invisible hands, those who refused baptism. Leo did not shrink from the idea of exterminating thousands. This scruple to let honor a child, who seemed in an indecent posture.
Besides, he was right. I would be bored to be holy. He hurled anathemas against those who would dare make me a cult, and I caused the visits made since I was only curiosity.
I say, consoling me, that at least it is for me as we come to see me.
The city stretched every day. My father died without children, his seven brothers, leaders of our seven patrician families, divided the lordship of Brussels and did build seven castles around the island of St Gery. The youngest of my seven uncles, who was pious and brave, had it blessed by Pope Leo III, he turned from the name. They called in the language of the country or Sleeuws ser Leeuws, meaning lion sire. He was wearing a lion’s skin as a cloak; his bravery and magnanimity did notice it as much as its name; and it is in her memory that brought our country from a lion in his standard.
The eldest of my uncles was a famous son, whose name was Sir Hugh, and historians honor the title of Duke of Lorraine and Brabant; he fought the Normans on the banks of the Seine, not far from Brnxelles, in the year 900. He died in battle. His two daughters, who were still virgins, came crying over his body and ordered the building at their own expense a chapel where they laid him. It is this chapel became the church of Our Lady of Laeken.
My other relatives conspired with their neighbors against the Normans we had great difficulty in driving the country, where they had already planted apple trees and installed lawyers.
I must not forget to say that St Gery, Bishop of Arras, who died in 619, is the apostle of Belgium where he brought Christianity, and that it is raised in the middle of the seventh century, Brussels, a small church which was the oldest in the country. The Emperor Otto II, who spent a few months at home in the year 976, made her decorate with a luxury, because he went to hear mass. The court also brought Othon intemperance began to drink beer at that time, and imagined the bread to butter.
Story of the Three Maidens
I said that my two cousins wept tenderly death of Sir Hugh. One of them was devoted to the care of his grave, and died at an advanced age. The other married a little late, and her husband had three beautiful daughters, was admired as much because of their modesty, that because of their graces. As it was preached excellence of celibacy, they resolved not to marry the point; what made you named the three Maidens.
Charles, brother of Lothair, King of France, having become Duke of Lorraine and Brabant, fixed his residence in Brussels, built himself a palace could still see some remains of which there is no time, not far from church of St Gery that no longer exists. Two days after his arrival in the city, he gave a party, which now can be seem burlesque. He invited among others, the three virgins who seduced him by their extreme beauty; and resolved to try everything to please them.
While he was doing his efforts, a powerful lord of the neighborhood, named Ermenfrède, came to his court; and also found the three virgins at its option, he removed them. This man had usurped property in the monastery Morzèle in the land of Aalst. He held in his dungeons several captive priests, and he had shirked military force various relics, whose gilded shrines had tried. It was a noble bandit that devastated the country.
Charles, who handled more than three maidens as public calamity, yet seized the pretext of the fear inspired Ermenfrède to make war against him. All Brussels then took up arms. Women, who trembled at the name of the tyrant, fitted out themselves their husbands, and recommended them to fight well against an abductor was known very ugly and unlovable people said. But Ermenfrède had a good army; and if he hurt the love he fought well. The victory was for him. Charles was taken
and locked up as usual in a dark turn when his barbarous winner condemned him to starve.
The three maidens who were also very unhappy, but while resisting the affections of Ermenfrède, still retained some freedom in his mansion, took pity on the fate of Charles, that they would have willingly and loved them very much. They found means to win the jailer; they entered during the night in the dungeon captive, and unable to provide other food, they it (24) presented their breast in turn. Although they were still virgins, probably by a miracle, he found Charles milk and regained his strength, but it was not enough; had to save him. They revere them unnecessarily while the day after; they found no way.
Yet they came to visit during qu’Ermenfrède Charles slept, and gave him all three of their virginal milk. After which they imagined this ploy: when they came, they said to the jailer, with the simplicity of the early ages, that a pressing need them, and all three began to piss. The jailer after deviating by respect and decency, Charles skillfully took the opportunity and ran with the promise that he would return to the three sisters soon deliver them.
The next morning Ermenfrède, impatient to know whether the prisoner had died, came to visit the prison, and finding the most, he flew into a terrible rage. He called the jailer who in his terror, confessed all he knew. The furious tyrant brought the three maidens, who could not deny that they had issued Charles. He ordered that they had beheaded.
But at the same time it was announced to him that Duke Charles was in front of his castle with a formidable army. Ermenfrède hastened to walk toward him.
The battle was bloody and lasted a long time; the sky finally declared for Charles, who entered the castle. Ermenfrède be defeated indicator had killed. They sought without delay the three maidens; they were murdered. Charles inconsolable threw the road the body of the tyrant; and seeing the great shrine of Sainte Gudule qu’Ermenfrède had stolen the convent of Morzèle he worshiped. “Charles said Gudule, Brussels city will become a famous city. I want to be the patron. At this price I will keep the memory of the three maidens. do you even lift
The duke satisfied transfer pump the body of the saint in Brussels. We placed it in the church of Saint Gery; and the next day they found instead the market is now called the Bois a funeral monument, under which were buried three virgins. That was a fountain with three basins fed by three beautiful girls throwing water streams from the breasts. Charles was grateful begin soon at some distance from the beautiful church of St. Gudule, which was not only formally dedicated in 1047, and we still admire as the metropolis and one of the most beautiful churches in the country. True, it was rebuilt in the thirteenth century.
The fountain of the three Maidens was destroyed during the wars of the barbarians ages. We looked at the market Tripe near Saint Nicolas, but with the difference that the water (28) was provided by three blank pissing like me. If I can not blame this license we then took to change the original intent (since we handed them the fourteenth century in the original position), I will complain in the least harm we had for thirty or forty years delete the three virgins and replaced by a column, as if, in fact fountain,
a column meant something!
It was Gerberge, daughter of Duke Charles Countess Brussels and Louvain, who finished the Sainte-Gudule church.
History of Prince Henry; and how St. Michael shared with St. Gudule the patronage of the city.
The Countess Gerberge being dead, Lambert, her husband, married Ode, Duchess of Lower Lorraine and niece of Pope Stephen IX. It was a pious princess, which has always revered the virtues; and her husband was worthy of her, as we shall see.
He had his first marriage, a son named Henry, brave, (30) friendly but very violent in his passions. This young man fell desperately in love with a virtuous and charming girl who lived in a small house just steps from me, and who came every morning to fetch water to my source.
As she was wise as much as beautiful, and she was not a condition of becoming a woman of beauty Henry, the young man took, and delights him by violence this treasure of modesty which is the first well of women; after which he retired to his father, more in love than ever.
A dreary pain of beautiful outraged, his parents suspected unworthy affront, they obtained the confession. They went, beating his chest, complain to Brussels magistrate. The crime was new. The judge went to see the Duke Lambert. Whatever the culprit, said the prince, he is put to death. The revelations of the girl, and various striking circumstances,
did recognize the criminal. The magistrate sent for him, sentenced him to lose his head; Lambert and more faithful to the duties of a severe virtue, qu’ébranlé by paternal love, ratified the sentence, restraining her tears.
Ode, his stepmother, tried prayers and tears from Lambert, unable to get his grace. “What brake will hold the criminals, said the prince, if we who must first pay an example, are safe punishments. “The good princess ran to the prison, and seeing the tears of Henry, she recognized that her heart was not delivered to vice. “Alas! said he, not I live in an obscure retreat to repair the insult that I made that I love. do you even lift
Ode began kneeling with him. She had a great devotion to the Holy Archangel Michael; their prayers had a good effect. The prison doors opened. The prince fled to Antwerp he took his lover, married and lived hidden a few years.
However Lambert become old crying son. When he was on his deathbed, as he had no other children to succeed him, he published every where he forgave him and he opened his arms. Henry, the retirement fund, told the happy news, and kissed his old father, who forgot everything and confirmed his marriage.
When Prince Henry became Duke succeeding his father, Ode reminded him that he had obligations to the chief of the archangels. Henri recognizing declared that St. Michael would be with St. Gudule patron of the city of Brussels. He did work at the town hall where one fills her dearest for raising the arrow at the top of the colossal statue of the archangel his deliverer; and his death sentence was represented in painting as an example for future races. There is no long that this table has disappeared from City Hall.
Origin of the ladies night.
Story of the three little monks.
The procession of oméganck
Godfrey of Bouillon, Duke of Lower Lorraine and Marquis of Antwerp, accompanied by his two brothers, Milo of Leuven and many lords Brabant, set in 1096 for the conquest of Palestine; after marching in front of me with his company, I wished them happy success; because I have never liked the Turks, because of eunuchs and circumcision.
Tasso sang the exploits of the Crusaders, which is nothing more was heard here for four years. We had almost decided to believe them dead or circumcised when they reappeared in Brussels on 19 January in the year 11oo. Women, although surprised to see husbands on which they no longer counted, received the their best, above all those that had not remarried. But finally all settled himself at the table. They drank heavily; and I am told that all women were forced to wear their spouses of the table to bed The memory of that happy day always celebrated in Brussels. The evening of January 19 is still called the ladies night; and those who hold to the old customs, make a point that day to put to bed their husbands in merriment.
I’m going to tell a little weird adventure. Three monks who accompanied the crusaders, shouting death to the infidels, were taken by the Sultan of Egypt, thrown into a dungeon and sentenced to execution.
By the time we would take them to the impaling, they were found dead. But instead of three monks, there were three beautiful fragrant and bright women. The infidels shouted: that predestined.
Godfrey, who became king of Jerusalem, won three body (38) precious; and as the three monks were Brussels, our compatriots here reported their relics, which were burned in religious wars. Was erected in the courtyard of City Hall, above the front door, three statues of women in three niches, and the bottom three little monks who seem to die in a dungeon. The three little monks are still being under the empty niches.
I will not say anything until the year 1112, where died Saint Guidon of Anderlecht, sexton of Our Lady of Laeken. It was he who, having been fed by a heifer, gave his blessing butter Anderlecht, which does not degenerate, which will be a long time yet the first butter in the world.
I was awake until enough. I fell asleep insensibly, and made a strong long nap, during which we build churches, convents, hospices, ladreries. When my secular sleep cleared, I found the city greatly expanded the Beguine founded and populated by nine hundred Béguines and morals which has convents force, began to spoil.
It was in the year 1288. I was awakened by the procession of the Oméganck which reads origin: The Archbishop of Cologne and several German princes who wanted hinder trade in Belgium, they were jealous and which began to be enriched, it took war. (40) The Archbishop was fighting well. But John I, Duke of Brabant, defeated him with his allies. Trade had so generously provided the cost of this war, and the merchants had fought so valiantly, we decided to honor
Trade and courage at the same time. We establish a solemn procession, held every year on the Sunday before Pentecost, and that we do not see today as Jubilee and the advent of our princes.
Among the masquerades and religious paraphernalia, military and grotesque, which now adorns the procession, there has respected the family of Oméganck, making the background. You should know that the name comes from a word that means the country trade, and we stand rightly home under the emblem of a family of giants.
Like what Our Lady became protective of the great oath of the Crossbow.
The two cooks from the door of Flanders.
Zoniënwoud was so close to Brussels, the park was still part at the end of the thirteenth century we already walked there; and thought to make a place for work, when they had built in the vicinity of the Palace of the Dukes.
We were founded in 1213 the Brotherhood of the great oath of the Crossbow. The confreres were exercised (43) to shoot a bird; several princes were fortunate to aim well and were proclaimed kings of the Oath, which was a great honor. These companies had a useful purpose, they formed skilful soldiers, while exercising, the brothers were issuing country hawks
which are still quite numerous.
One day two rafters of the great Oath were going to a public exercise where we had to shoot the bird, as they entered their boat, they saw coming towards them a lady carrying a child on her breast, and asked them to lead them to the party. They were good enough, but the moment of landing, they saw the unknown to surround ray (44) light. It was the Blessed Virgin. A service worthy of his reward. Marie promised them that they would be victorious, and vanished from their eyes. They were indeed one after the other kings of the Oath, and not forgetting their protective divine, they set the brotherhood of the great Oath of Crossbow, under the protection of the Virgin.
We still see the church of Our Lady of Victories in Sablon, a boat carrying Mary and the two rafters, and we hit I56o a medal which represents one side of the brotherhood crossbow, and the other, the boat of the Church of the Sablon. We kept the crossbow which is part of the exercises of our celebrations.
I will not speak of sedition (45) which took place in 13o6, because they brought just a few concessions to the people, as is the custom.
When in 1312, they had accused the Templars of worshiping the devil and make the Sabbath, we exterminated them in Brussels and Paris. They had church for the small chapel of the Rue de la Madeleine. Their house which was with, was given to the brothers bags, so named because their dress looked like a bag. Elegans These suits were abolished in Brussels, with the monks who wore them in the middle of the fifteenth century.
I jump on several other seditions which did not do harm to freedom, to get to (46) events of 1355. The Flemish, at war with the people of Brabant, had seized Brussels and Leuven, they were there for two month lorsqu’Evrard t’Serclaes, Brussels, having warn his friends, came during the night of 24 October, with fifty determined men under the walls of Brussels, climbed the old walls, the side of the street called rue d from Assault overthrew the Flemish sentinels, and through the town with his little band, shouting Brabant to the Grand Duke!
He walked to the town hall, snatched the Flemish flag and replaced it with the flag of Brahant. His friends and all patriots soon seconded; Flemings were put to flight. The cooks and innkeepers had so valiantly contributed to this success, we placed over Flanders has two statues of cooks, armed with pins, which were not removed in 1784.
Leuven and other cities followed the example of Brussels. They gave me a beautiful dress, and was decorated with the rosette of Brabant.
Peace was made with Flanders in 1357. They began the same year the current wall of Brussels; is not increased the number of seven gates,
Hal, Namur, Louvain, Schaerbeek, Laeken, Flanders and Anderlecht. The number seven is dear to us, because it was always us happy. Moreover, it is (48) cabalistic, and I heard a scientist say to me that revered in Brussels, because there worshiped the seven planets once.
The Holy Hosts stabbed by the Jews.
Ruin Castle Gaesbeek.
I pass over the abominable story of the Jews who shamefully wafers in 1369. These are the atrocious or ridiculous slander, we invented every where in those barbarous ages, for the pleasure of massacring Jews and especially for confiscate their property. I saw pass the unfortunate being dragged to execution, from square to square. I then saw the processions of hosts. I ignored all this, what could I do?
However, it has built on it the church of the Blessed Sacrament, and the hosts in question did great miracles, but these are things that deaths are not difficult in countries where one of faith.
I return to my good friend Evrard t’Sepclaes the fourteenth century the hero of Brussels. The Lord of Gaesbeek, which was very powerful, tried to take control in 1388 Brussels suburbs, hoping then to take the city and to make proclaim Duke. Evrard pushed him forcefully and saved again Brussels tyranny.
The lord of Gaesbeek, feeling that the city would be impregnable, as it would possess this great man, charged some of his brigands to assassinate him. The evening of March 26 of this year 1388, lorsqu’Évrard would return in the suburbs, they covered the injuries cut his tongue and the right foot and left him dying. They then ravaged the neighborhood, inspired so much terror that no peasant dared approach the brave nor help him.
But the worthy pastor of Hal, passaut near there, put the old patriot on his truck, took him in the square, showed it to the people who cried vengeance. Castle Gaesbeek was immediately besieged; it is defended valiantly, since he was not taken till April 3o. The Brussels destroyed the bottom to top and obtained the Jeanne duchess, that would haunt never rebuilt.
The lord of Gaesbeek had fled. They brought before me the spoils and armor on which I had the pleasure to piss a few moments, after which they burned them there.
The house of Louvain died by the death of Joan, Duchess of Brabant, which took place in 14o6. She had governed us for half a century. Its states passed
in the house of Burgundy.
We will always remember the Duke Philip the Good, who was a generous prince, clement (53) and beautiful. In 1444, he gave in Brussels on the square, a superb tournament, where two hundred and twenty to five princes ran the spear, as there was in those days full of princes street. It forced me to pee during the feast of wine; what has happened to me several times since, in the public rejoicing, without my’ve become prouder.
Philippe erected the following year, the statue of St. Michael at the top of the tower of the town hall. It is made of gilded copper, high seventeen feet, and turns to the winds, as well as many people who do not have as much weight or height.
It’s not that I want (54) disrespect to the courtiers. People in this country have always retained a certain independence of character. In the year 146o, Duke Philip the Good, having been forced to wear the wig doctor’s orders the same day we admired in Brussels five hundred gentlemen wig; certainly nobody forced them to this complacency. It was a whim, which proved the strength of their character.
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Origin of the fountain Régorgeun.
The joyful entrance.
Adventure of Charles V. and peasant piss.
Charles the Bold, Duke of Burgundy, as volunteer historians call politely Charles the Bold, who provided Mr. Arlincourt the Viscount of the subject of his novel of the solitary, succeeded Philip the Good of which he was the son, and entered Brussels with great pomp on 14 July 1467. he had a considerable amount of lead (56) good hogsheads of wine from Burgundy. He draw his Echansonnerie on the square where we gave them drink the best to all of Brussels; which appeared very gallant them, besides I pissai that day twelve hundred bottles of old mason.
The Bold was killed in front of Nancy in 1477. His daughter Mary, twenty years old, succeeded him. Maximilian, Archduke of Austria, married the same year in Ghent, and made part of the dowry, as well as of any class of Brabant.
The three maidens always threw water from the breasts; they are obliged to provide to the marriage of wine. But a sailor who had the impudence to suck those poor virgins, it was decided that in future they will no longer give as water, feast days as ordinary days. The gossip which then spread, carried molestation of three girls. They were accused of the people to enjoy its reputation. They even claimed that they had each a small child. Therefore, they are placed brats, that one was on the shoulder, the other arm, the third in the sailor had head. Then transported the three virgins at market Tripe near the Saint Nicolas church I saw this rapprochement with pleasure; for the good Nicolas is one of the patrons of the youth in love.
The sailor who had insulted one (58) of virgins, died drunk the same day, at the corner of Stone and Coal Market. As his parents were rich, they made do in the same place an expiatory fountain, known as the Régorgeur. This is a man who throws water by mouth. The figure, as we see now is the sculptor Janssens.
I have not spoken of our freedoms because I’m a little tired of politics. But I can not help but remember that our first dukes were obliged to treat us as free men, while being treated as slaves other peoples of Europe. Our constitutional charter was called the joyous entry; because our dukes, making their solemn entry into Brussels, swore not to rule over us by this great charter. The House of Burgundy further increased our privileges; and we need above all to bless the memory of Philip the Good and Mary his little girl. .dropoff Window
The Duke could not raise any taxes without the consent of the country’s states; these states consisted of the people, the nobility and clergy. The benefits it felt so good in our constitution, that women give birth neighboring provinces were the lands of Brabant, so that their children naquissent Brabant, that is to say, free.
I will quote the last article in our charter: “If by force, (60) ruse or otherwise, the Duke wants to undermine their freedoms, those of Brabant, after duly protested and civilly are absolved of the loyalty oath, are free to do what they please. do you even lift
I will say little of Charles V, he loved the little men; I said more. He gave me a coat, gave me some cash, and treated me pretty well. I loved him yet scarcely; because it was a little tyrant and very hidden; which should point a man like me who can not hide anything.
A village near Brussels stole a Charles V. adventure that belongs to the outskirts of Ghent, here’s the fact: One evening when Charles had strayed to the chase and that it was only in Ghent, after long looked for a guide, he saw a light and walked it; it was a terrible time, the sky was dark, the rain fell in torrents; the horse of the Emperor denfonçait at every step in potholes. Charles entered the cabin, and gave a gold coin to the farmer who took his lantern and began to walk before him. After a quarter of an hour
the farmer had to pee, it’s a desire that comes to everyone he prayed the emperor to hold the lantern, pissed at his ease, and even accompanied with a certain sound somewhat decent.
You fart? said the prince. Yes, replied the farmer, a good hack farts when he pees. At the same time he took his lantern and left the gates Charles of Ghent.
The next day, the Emperor summoned him to the palace; he received it in all its magnificence. The poor peasant, recognizing the monarch, and remembering that he had farted in front of him, and fell on his knees, dying of fear. But Charles laughed, gave him a beautiful coat and exempted tax for the rest of his life.
Those. who claim that the adventure was held at Brussels, glad that the Emperor appointed, and the peasant, without being intimidated by the majesty of the monarch, said Charles, hold a little my lantern because I need to pee. I would rather this naive pride of a free man, but I told the line as it took place, and we must take it or leave it.
From Losing Golden Fleece.
The Inquisition in Brabant.
Freestone was rebuilt in 1518, the king’s house, called Broodt-huys on the main square, vis-à-vis the town hall. In 1626, the Infanta Isabella had it decorated the facade of a beautiful image of Our Lady of Wavre, whose intercession we had to end civil wars as in other times we had him cessation of various cruel plagues, and many other miracles.
About this reminds me that I have not spoken of Our Lady of Hal. But we are a country of wonders, and I did not finish if I was telling all the signs that accompany the chronicle of my good city. It is so easy for a historian to depart. It is a pleasure to tell when you have nothing better to do, and digressions not cost me more than another.
So, when I spoke of Philip the Good, I could tell you the origin of the Order of the Golden Fleece. I would have told that Philip had a very pretty lady though she was a redhead, and he loved dearly. Redheads, as said a great man, is the most beautiful color because it is the color of gold and of the sun; they are generally very white, and without more discussion, the mistress of Philippe was perfect. I would then say that this beautiful, having combed secretly had left on her dressing table a small flake red hair and extremely curly mixed together; The good Duke took the flake, lovingly kissed. His courtiers laughed, but he said he would do well to respect the fleece, he would make an order of chivalry he would exclude the laugh.
I would have added that he founded indeed the order of the Golden Fleece is now wanted by the greatest princes; but giving these details, I would have abused the kindness of the reader, because it is none of my business; not in Brussels but in Bruges that the foundation has taken place; there hath not given me the decor, though I do not know for more disgraceful than many others; and finally I do not like to talk about these baubles of vanity which, like this one, a scandalous origin.
The Order of the Garter, England, is due to the gallantry of a prince who picked up the garter at a ball of his mistress, the beautiful Countess of Salisbury; it is nice to be gallant, but a good man decorate a garter about a love affair! Surely if we put my feet the Garter or Golden Fleece, I piss on it.
But back to our story. I do not want to forget the year 1553, famous for the number of royals who were united in Brussels, and dined together sitting under the same tree Groenendael in the Sonian Forest. It was the Emperor Charles V; His son Philip, King of Naples; Eleanor of Austria, Queen of France, widow of Francis I; Mary, Dowager Queen of Hungary, Charles V’s sister, governess of the Netherlands; Maximilian, Archduke of Austria and King of Bohemia; Mary of Austria, Maximilian’s wife and daughter of Charles V. Finally, Muley Hassem king of Tunis. What are today all those people, who then were so proud?
We know that the famous abdication of Charles V took place in Brussels in 1556. In 1558, Philip II his son, who suceédait him made to
his funeral ä Sainte Gudule.
After he left Brussels to go to Spain, he left the government of the Netherlands to his sister Margaret, Duchess of Parma. The famous Granvelle, then Bishop of Arras and afterwards cardinal, was his Prime Minister. She quickly, in concert with the benign priest to make us enjoy the blessings of the Holy Inquisition, the gentle Ferdinand V said the Catholic, was restored in Spain. We exterminated the Jews and infidels; is persecuted consciences; they made rivers of blood flow; is trampled, as fair, our constitutions.
Memories fans have a medal bearing the date 1566: it represents one side Marguerite housekeeper; on the other the Belgian Lion dissolves under the press of the Inquisition, tightened by the housekeeper herself, Cardinal Granvelle and a Spanish soldier; they are surrounded by a large number of spectators who mourn the liberties of the country, and at whose feet we see the privileges of Brabant thrown to the ground. It took around this legend: what premitis! redeat if noIiilis will leonis.
A scholar of the Academy of Brussels and translated this verse before me, “You press! Woe to you if the Lion returned to his generous anger! “But Margaret was soft; but Granvelle was his minister.
Manneken in Antwerp, and other details.
It was much worse in 1567. Don Ferdinand of Toledo, Duke of Alba, came to Brussels as Captain-General of the Netherlands, he had with him a small army. He hanged, beheaded, burned the leaders of the Calvinists. It struck the following year a medal representing various tortures reformed, especially four hanged, with this inscription on the reverse: “Heretics broke the temples so they must all be hanged. “Hœretici fraxerunt templa; ergo omnes debent patibulari. What conclusion!
Alva was so pleased with himself, he erected in Antwerp in 1571, a monument where he was shown with the menacing mine. The people and the nobility of the country were at his feet in a supplicating posture, with the wallet and the bowl neck. We threw this odious monument in 1574, when the tyrant was not there to protect him.
These bowls neck that came from the Protestants were derisively nicknamed the beggars here, as they were called in France the Huguenots. They had the good sense to receive this title of beggars, to make vanity; they carried the same doublet, as a Cross of Honor, a small bowl in charge of this legend live the beggars! and they went their train, ransacking churches and saints shooting them from all sides.
The cruantés Alva not stopped disorders; not by the tyranny that can submit and our revolts would cool if we do not employ the authority that irritates. I remember that there was in 1486 a big quarrel between the bourgeois and the soldiers in our good city. The magistrate gently harangued the citizens, (75) which quickly felt that Brussels should be wise; soldiers will appease the point; but they were content to swear noisily when they met the wrath of Rhine wine, the city was present at the Emperor Frederick III. Their anger fell on it entirely; Wine flowed in torrents; everyone got drunk, and no longer thought that drinking pleasure in peace.
It is true that we once drank well; was published in 1515, a decree that allowed each canon of St. Gudule drinking ten tons per year hock and thirty barrels DrinkSoft pay duties, provided they are subject to excise duty they would drink to excess .dropoff window
I digress political issues; I said they just interest me. I preferred my friend Master Jean Wielen Oomken Prince of doctors in four ears, mad with the Duchess of Parma, who had in 1563 the price of mischievous madness, that the terrible Alva with its gravity, its performances and nobility; why would I turn the blood on the horrors. Shall I tell you the punishment, prisons are too full, misery, brought in 1578 an epidemic so formidable that Brussels lost that year twenty-seven thousand of its inhabitants.
What do I care that we have burned an abbey or broken a picture! I mourn the death of a man that we can revive and not the loss of a Notre Dame replace a turner with a piece of wood and a color book.
I know that in 1579, it defiled the objects of worship; it was very bad; because everyone should have freedom of conscience; and the Protestants have not experienced so much opposition to settle if instead of being intolerant as the Catholics, they were shown above fanaticism and the need to persecute.
There were many disorders; and the arts still mourn the devastation of these sad years. There were also murders, as in all times of trouble. I must say though that the crimes were not committed (78) generally by Brussels. This is not a fierce blood flowing in our veins; and citizens of a peaceful town, we prefer to see run the half-en-half the blood of our enemies. Also, 179o, Vankriecking for having disrespected a Capuchin friar who bore the streets Our Lady of Laeken, was hanging from a lamppost, then beheaded by atrocious men who walked his head in Brussels. We disclaim horror these brigands assassins, that probably had vomited a foreign land among us.
The exercise of the Catholic religion, which unfortunately had also kill a lot of good people, was thus interrupted in Brussels for four years. The Prince of Parma came slowly in 1584 besieged the city. They say he was afraid, and that at first he drew back. This is what I can not say exactly. I came ‘from being stolen and taken to Antwerp, where we wanted to settle on the Green Square, vis-à-vis the well-Quentin Matsis. But the executioner holding a hand cut above the wells terrified me, and I found myself in the most deplorable state of mind, when a small group of Brussels who spent generously brought me in Brussels. I found subject to the Prince of Parma, and all things about discounts on the old footing. What charmed me most was to see me in my good fellow. I learned that famine and excess of the soldiers guarding the city had operated this new revolution. We took the processions of Holy miraculous hosts hidden six years in a beam and found as is customary.
Quesnoy bronze Manneken.
A word on the miraculous hosts.
Bombing in 1695.
We had to Governor General in 1598, His Eminence the Cardinal Archduke Albert; it was resolved to marry the Infanta Isabella, daughter of Philip II. Cardinal thus placed his red hat on the altar of Our Lady of Hal, and married, with exemptions from the Pope. We keep strictly stuffed horse on which the Infante made his entry into Brussels next to the august defrocked her husband.
She went to visit some time after the great saint Alene in Forest, and did walk a pilgrimage to Our Lady of Laeken; her husband on his side he built convents, enriches Our Lady of Wavre and founded churches; While Our Lady of Wavre Brussels had been a relief through her intercession, though it could prevent the beggars to burn his shrine.
The year 1648 is memorable in my particular story, it was in that year that the faimeux Quesnoy bronze dressed me, as I still am. It definitely gave me the title that I deserve so well of the oldest citizen of Brussels, and was celebrated me a new dress fashionable.
There was in Antwerp, from the year 161o, a public gazette as we already had in Italy; because a newspaper is a curious subject of vital necessity to a people civilized. A doctor from Paris are advised to establish one in France in 1631; but, as we have just seen, we had anticipated. It was my friend Verhoeven, Antwerp printer, who was the Flemish newspaper. The first, which appeared in Brussels in 1651, was in French, and as we have always felt a little our dignity as free men, when the French came to Brussels
Marshal Saxe, they were careful to suppress our gazette, because she was more independent than their own, and people who have weak eyes do not like to look at the light.
However, it was the century of Voltaire, but then extinguishers were scarcely more philosophical than today.
Was celebrated in 167o, the jubilee three hundred years of holy wafers. There was one that was left was almost full, the other two, despite their miraculous power had disappeared, consumed by time; were replaced by two beautiful new hosts, in the opinion of the faculty of theology of Louvain and the jubilee was replaced following the third: it does nothing to the thing.
The city of Brussels was bombed in 1695 by the Duke of Villeroy, since the King of England besieged Namur. Four thousand houses were destroyed, I had a terrible fear; see politics! Because a king of a misty island besieged a city I do not know, a fool is coming with bombs to the bag forty thousand innocent citizens; it’s like the Emperor of Austria was going to burn Paris, because the King of Prussia besiege Metz.
There was a result of this deplorable bombing, things that made me trouble. I am not speaking of those who plundered the houses in flames; I like to believe that they were not our countrymen. But when the inhabitants of four thousand houses destroyed sought to shelter, as there was not room for everyone in the apartments remaining, avaricious owners wanted to double and triple the price of their rents. It was the need to take with scandal. The Duke Maximilian Emmanuel brought an edict forbidding to require stronger rents during the three years preceding our misfortunes.
I like this Duke Maximilian. Moreover he gave me a beautiful dress in 1698, and he decorated me about his cord, he took care of people. He forced his states of Bavaria to come to our aid, and also the Belgian cities seconded so well that four years were repaired at least outside the ravages M. de Villeroy had made in a day and half. I swear that if I am king, I will not make war.
Still the procession of the oméganck.
Manneken stolen several times.
The same year the Duke Maximilian, winner of the bird arquebusiers and proclaimed king of their oath, had given us in Saint Kitts and me beautiful blue clothes, were made on the occasion of the peace of the famous Riswyck cavalcade of Oméganck. We walked there, as the processions Jubilee or the fair, the Blessed Sacrament miracles, Our Lady of Laeken, other images of the Virgin, Love on a cardboard lion, Apollo in his chariot, with St. Christopher his perch Vulcan in his forge, armed Samsou the jawbone of an ass, the nine Muses on Parnassus,
Sainte Gudule with his lantern and behind it the devil with his soufllet, came on a sled shell, many other valiant characters, and finally the family of Oméganck, consisting of the grandfather, the grandmother and the grand-son, all three top twenty feet and dressed in Dutch.
It was very nice; all filed past me, and I was in full uniform. You see I pass on great events, that I neglect the political offices for trifles of the door, and I prefer the fighting parties. I did so. I have more joy to the conversations of two lovers who meet you under my stream of water, as the finest speeches from the pulpit, the rostrum or the bar.
But I was pleased to learn that in 1700 was building a theater in my good city, because I love what can usefully amuse my fellow citizens. I also live contentedly in 1705, lighted streets with lights; at least, I said to myself, if we just take me away from here I see the enemy and I can put myself in a position.
I was visited in the eighteenth century by many (91) sovereigns, among whom I remember I noticed the Czar Peter the Great, who said with courtesy, “it must be that I come and see the Manneken-Pis, can he will see anyone. do you even lift
Was placed in 1725, the statue of St. John of Nepomuk on the bridge of the door Laeken; I have done if this great figure, since it holds a lantern; my opinion is that in this world you have to be good at something.
The palace of the court was burnt in 1731, there was great damage: I cried when I heard about the fire had burned a picture representing my friend Jean de Nivelle, because I had the advantage of knowing what good man.
The great Maria Theresa began to reign over us in 1744 that his name be blessed! it has done much good and prevented much harm.
The Battle of Fontenoy and wars that caused the, somewhat disturbed our rest; English carried me into a van in 1746, I was taken up by some worthy Grammont Belgians who took pity on my misery. The Grammontois honorably deposited me on their big place, and when I came here, they did make a manneken absolutely like me, in memory of my stay among them; manneken this, my doppelganger, piss in Grammont as I do in Brussels.
It is necessary that the English are thieves, because shortly after two soldiers of this nation took me a second time; I went away sadly on the Namur road, and I was already a few gunshots door of Brussels, when a brave innkeeper ran after my captors, took off their hands and turned me to my true position .dropoff window This cabaret took from my image and my name sign.
In the month of June in the year l747, the French, the guard of Louis XV stole me in turn, but the brigands business is wrong with these people, I embarrassai soon they left me near Notre Dame Bon-Secours, at the door of a tavern that has since was similarly decorated with my name.
Fifteen days later, the French grenadiers insulted me against the ordinary of the brave; and King Louis XV, of happy memory, to protect me now of contempt, gave me his uniform with the cross of St. Louis.
We can see that I do not forget the honors that I was made; if I do not speak rents that were given to me by gentle ladies and good citizens is that I do not want to offend their generous modesty. You can see the rest at my businessman, I have an honorable fortune and above my needs; I know that even if some are not bequeath me better suit unhappy starving.
I saw the French in the heyday of their victories; Napoleon even deigned to smile; I forgive him, because of his troubles, forgetting that he made me in his promotions.
What good tell you the rest of my story? so many things have happened before my eyes for sixty years, I am confused; the city was embellished with speed, sumptuous buildings were founded everywhere, manners are polished; I ask only to be opened before me a small public square, because I can not conceal that I occupies a crossroads.
I would ask you again to relevât market tripe, or the market in the Bois, the Fountain of the Three Maidens, and finally that my valet would take away the three stones pebbles scratching my butt.
I wore the first, in 1789, the roundel of Brabant, I am a good patriot, I leave a very ancient family, I am decorated with several crosses, I would like coats of arms and made me set it without my shield over my head.
I was robbed there four years and ended up on the ramparts, because a good destiny protect me. I thank my fellow countrymen for the interest they have always shown me, I ask the grace of my thief, if he still expiate his fault.
My vis-à-vis neighboring took me again to teach the occasion of my last adventure with this inscription: “In the Manneken Pis found to the satisfaction of citizens. “I ask him to make me paint a little more like, since I’m in front and which can be compared; besides, I do not like to see me ugly. I still pray to make a currency a little less naive; for example, I would rather be called after me still, as I believe to be.
I saw Brussels since birth; the character of my countrymen never too denial. Brave, hospitable, generous, attached to their affections, simple in their manners, free, as I have known the people of Brussels; yet I will make them one small complaint is that it is not always easy to make the contented; I have seen many kingdoms, never as sweet as this one.
Rejoice, stay as you are. My good little Belgians, I beg your pardon ensure that you are very happy. Czar Peter told me: Ah! if my Siberian Cossacks lived in Brussels, they would not ask other paradise.
Further evidence that we are very well is that everyone comes in Brussels and nobody is leaving without regrets. Free and quiet are, read good books, trying to teach us, going to shows, let’s gallant with the ladies, (99) ofour enjoy happiness, let us think that there s no happier people than us, and hope it n ‘there is no worth to us.