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Updated: June 9, 2025
There are early records of miracles wrought at Roc-Amadour. Gauthier de Coinsy, a monk and poet born at Amiens in 1177, has left a poem telling how the troubadour, Pierre de Sygelard, singing the praises of the Virgin in her chapel at Roc-Amadour to the accompaniment of his vielle (hurdy-gurdy), begged of her as a miraculous sign to let one of her candles come down from her altar. According to the poem, the candle came down, and stood upon the musical instrument, to the horror and disgust of a monk who was looking on, and who saw no miracle in the matter, but wicked enchantment. He put the candle back indignantly, but when the minstrel sang and played it came down as before. The movement was repeated again before the monk would believe that the miracle was genuine. The poem, which is in the Northern dialect, and is marked throughout by a charming naïveté, commences with a eulogium of the Virgin: 'La douce mère du Créateur À l'église
The fortifications of Trets The streets The church Roman sarcophagus Chateau of Trets Visit to a self-educated archaeologist His collection made on the battle-field Dispute over a pot of burnt bones One magpie Gardanne The church A vielle Trouble with it Story of an executioner's sword.
Our guilty parents fly before the flaming sword, poor Eve cowering, and her hair streaming in a wavy flood upon the wind; and before them, but unseen, Death leaps and curvets to the sound of a vielle or rote, an old musical stringed instrument, which he has hung about his neck.
If he would go by way of the Vielle Bourse he would discover the tram cars of the Rue Kipdorp. M'sieur was most welcome.... Monsieur departed with the more haste since he was unable to repay this courtesy with the most trifling purchase; such slight matters annoyed Kirkwood intensely.
Will you come to my office, and bring your luggage?" "Certainly, delighted to make your acquaintance. I will get my Gladstone bag, and my roll of rugs in a moment. There is a a hurdy-gurdy " "I know there is," said the chef sternly. "It is that vielle that is suspicious." So all my luggage was conveyed to the office of the police. I showed no concern, but laughed and joked.
We soon learn to echo Rochefoucauld's words as he entered Mazarin's carriage, 'everything happens in France; and, like Goethe, cast ourselves on the waves of accident with a more than Quixotic presage, if not of actual adventure, at least of adventurous observation; for it is a realm where Fashion, the capricious tyrant of modern civilization, has her birth, where the 'vielle femme remplissait une mission importante et tutelaire pour tous les âges; where the raconteur exists not less in society than in literature; the elysium of the scholar, the nucleus of opinion, the arena of pleasure, and the head-quarters of experiment, scientific, political, artistic, and social.
They wrote each other little notes, in which Lady Kirkbank called the dressmaker her cher ange her bonne chatte, her chère vielle sotte and all manner of affectionate names and in which Seraphine occasionally threatened the lady with the dire engines of the law, if money were not forthcoming before Saturday evening.
The old man had some fifty years ago been no mean performer upon the vielle,* and at the age he was then of, touched well enough for the purpose. His wife sung now and then a little to the tune, then intermitted, and joined her old man again, as their children and grandchildren danced before them. * A small violin, such as was used by the wandering jongleurs of the Middle Ages.
At six, dinner was announced; and my host conducted me into a large salle a manger, where a very numerous company were assembled twenty-five or thirty in all. They were, apparently, people of rank-certainly of high breeding although their habiliments, I thought, were extravagantly rich, partaking somewhat too much of the ostentatious finery of the vielle cour.
"Heigh-ho!" sighed Martin, and laid the vielle lovingly beside him, "another four leagues to Westminster, and I weary enough of shoe- leather already, and not another penny piece in my pocket 'til I win back to good King Ned.
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