Those who have investigated the origin of the romantic fables relating to Charlemagne and his peers are of opinion that
the deeds of Charles Martel, and perhaps of other Charleses, have been blended in popular tradition with those properly
belonging to Charlemagne. It was indeed a most momentous era; and if our readers will have patience, before entering
on the perusal of the fabulous annals which we are about to lay before them, to take a rapid survey of the real history of
the times, they will find it hardly less romantic than the tales of the poets.
In the century beginning from the year 600, the countries bordering upon the native land of our Saviour, to the east and
south, had not yet received his religion. Arabia was the seat of an idolatrous religion resembling that of the ancient Persians,
who worshipped the sun, moon, and stars. In Mecca, in the year 571, Mahomet was born, and here, at the age of forty, he
proclaimed himself the prophet of God, in dignity as superior to Christ as Christ had been to Moses. Having obtained by
slow degrees a considerable number of disciples, he resorted to arms to diffuse his religion. The energy and zeal of his
followers, aided by the weakness of the neighboring nations, enabled him and his successors to spread the sway of Arabia
and the religion of Mahomet over the countries to the east as far as the Indus, northward over Persia and Asia Minor,
westward over Egypt and the southern shores of the Mediterranean, and thence over the principal portion of Spain. All this
was done within one hundred years from the Hegira, or flight of Mahomet from Mecca to Medina, which happened in the
year 622, and is the era from which Mahometans reckon time, as we do from the birth of Christ.
From Spain the way was open for the Saracens (so the followers of Mahomet were called) into France, the conquest of
which, if achieved, would have been followed very probably by that of all the rest of Europe, and would have resulted in
the banishment of Christianity from the earth. For Christianity was not at that day universally professed, even by those
nations which we now regard as foremost in civilization. Great part of Germany, Britain, Denmark, and Russia were still
pagan or barbarous.
At that time there ruled in France, though without the title of king, the first of those illustrious Charleses of whom we have
spoken, Charles Martel, the grandfather of Charlemagne. The Saracens of Spain had made incursions into France in 712 and
718, and had retired, carrying with them a vast booty. In 725, Anbessa, who was then the Saracen governor of Spain,
crossed the Pyrenees with a numerous army, and took by storm the strong town of Carcassone. So great was the terror,
excited by this invasion, that the country for a wide extent submitted to the conqueror, and a Mahometan governor for
the province was appointed and installed at Narbonne. Anbessa, however, received a fatal wound in one of his
engagements, and the Saracens, being thus checked from further advance, retired to Narbonne.
In 732 the Saracens again invaded France under Abdalrahman, advanced rapidly to the banks of the Garonne, and laid
siege to Bordeaux. The city was taken by assault and delivered up to the soldiery. The invaders still pressed forward, and
spread over the territories of Orleans, Auxerre, and Sens. Their advanced parties were suddenly called in by their chief,
who had received information of the rich abbey of St. Martin of Tours, and resolved to plunder and destroy it.
Charles during all this time had done nothing to oppose the Saracens, for the reason that the portion of France over which
their incursions had been made was not at that time under his dominion, but constituted an independent kingdom, under
the name of Aquitaine, of which Eude was king. But now Charles became convinced of the danger, and prepared to
encounter it. Abdalrahman was advancing toward Tours, when intelligence of the approach of Charles, at the head of an
army of Franks, compelled him to fall back upon Poitiers, in order to seize an advantageous field of battle.
Charles Martel had called together his warriors from every part of his dominion, and, at the head of such an army as had
hardly ever been seen in France, crossed the Loire, probably at Orleans, and, being joined by the remains of the army of
Aquitaine, came in sight of the Arabs in the month of October, 732. The Saracens seem to have been aware of the terrible
enemy they were now to encounter, and for the first time these formidable conquerors hesitated. The two armies
remained in presence during seven days before either ventured to begin the attack; but at length the signal for battle was
given by Abdalrahman, and the immense mass of the Saracen army rushed with fury on the Franks. But the heavy line of
the Northern warriors remained like a rock, and the Saracens, during nearly the whole day, expended their strength in
vain attempts to make an impression upon them. At length, about four o’clock in the afternoon, when Abdalrahman was
preparing for a new and desperate attempt to break the line of the Franks, a terrible clamor was heard in the rear of the
Saracens. It was King Eude, who, with his Aquitanians, had attacked their camp, and a great part of the Saracen army
rushed tumultuously from the field to protect their plunder. In this moment of confusion the line of the Franks advanced,
and, sweeping the field before it, carried fearful slaughter amongst the enemy. Abdalrahman made desperate efforts to
rally his troops, but when he himself, with the bravest of his officers, fell beneath the swords of the Christians, all order
disappeared, and the remains of his army sought refuge in their immense camp, from which Eude and his Aquitanians had
been repulsed. It was now late, and Charles, unwilling to risk an attack on the camp in the dark, withdrew his army, and
passed the night in the plain, expecting to renew the battle in the morning.
Accordingly, when daylight came, the Franks drew up in order of battle, but no enemy appeared; and when at last they
ventured to approach the Saracen camp, they found it empty. The invaders had taken advantage of the night to begin
their retreat, and were already on their way back to Spain, leaving their immense plunder behind to fall into the hands
of the Franks.
This was the celebrated battle of Tours, in which vast numbers of the Saracens were slain, and only fifteen hundred of the
Franks. Charles received the surname of Martel (the Hammer) in consequence of this victory.
The Saracens, notwithstanding this severe blow, continued to hold their ground in the South of France; but Pepin, the son
of Charles Martel, who succeeded to his father’s power, and assumed the title of king, successively took from them the
strong places they held; and in 759, by the capture of Narbonne, their capital, extinguished the remains of their power in
Charlemagne, or Charles the Great, succeeded his father, Pepin, on the throne in the year 768. This prince, though the
hero of numerous romantic legends, appears greater in history than in fiction. Whether we regard him as a warrior or as
a legislator, as a patron of learning or as the civilizer of a barbarous nation, he is entitled to our warmest admiration. Such
he is in history; but the romancers represent him as often weak and passionate, the victim of treacherous counsellors, and
at the mercy of turbulent barons, on whose prowess he depends for the maintenance of his throne. The historical
representation is doubtless the true one, for it is handed down in trustworthy records, and is confirmed by the events of
the age. At the height of his power, the French empire extended over what we now call France, Germany, Switzerland,
Holland, Belgium, and a great part of Italy.
In the year 800, Charlemagne, being in Rome, whither he had gone with a numerous army to protect the Pope, was
crowned by the Pontiff Emperor of the West. On Christmas day Charles entered the Church of St. Peter, as if merely to
take his part in the celebration of the mass with the rest of the congregation. When he approached the altar and stooped
in the act of prayer, the Pope stepped forward and placed a crown of gold upon his head; and immediately the Roman
people shouted, “Life and victory to Charles the August, crowned by God the great and pacific Emperor of the Romans.”
The Pope then prostrated himself before him, and paid him reverence, according to the custom established in the times
of the ancient Emperors, and concluded the ceremony by anointing him with consecrated oil.
Charlemagne’s wars were chiefly against the pagan and barbarous people, who, under the name of Saxons, inhabited
the countries now called Hanover and Holland. He also led expeditions against the Saracens of Spain; but his wars with
the Saracens were not carried on, as the romances assert, in France, but on the soil of Spain. He entered Spain by the
Eastern Pyrenees, and made an easy conquest of Barcelona and Pampeluna. But Saragossa refused to open her gates to
him, and Charles ended by negotiating, and accepting a vast sum of gold as the price of his return over the Pyrenees.
On his way back, he marched with his whole army through the gorges of the mountains by way of the valleys of Engui,
Eno, and Roncesvalles. The chief of this region had waited upon Charlemagne, on his advance, as a faithful vassal of the
monarchy; but now, on the return of the Franks, he had called together all the wild mountaineers who acknowledged
him as their chief, and they occupied the heights of the mountains under which the army had to pass. The main body of
the troops met with no obstruction, and received no intimation of danger; but the rear–guard, which was considerably
behind, and encumbered with its plunder, was overwhelmed by the mountaineers in the pass of Roncesvalles, and slain
to a man. Some of the bravest of the Frankish chiefs perished on this occasion, among whom is mentioned Roland or
Orlando, governor of the marches or frontier of Brittany. His name became famous in after times, and the disaster of
Roncesvalles and death of Roland became eventually the most celebrated episode in the vast cycle of romance.
Though after this there were hostile encounters between the armies of Charlemagne and the Saracens, they were of small
account, and generally on the soil of Spain. Thus the historical foundation for the stories of the romancers is but scanty,
unless we suppose the events of an earlier and of a later age to be incorporated with those of Charlemagne’s own time.
There is, however, a pretended history, which for a long time was admitted as authentic, and attributed to Turpin,
Archbishop of Rheims, a real personage of the time of Charlemagne. Its title is “History of Charles the Great and Orlando.”
It is now unhesitatingly considered as a collection of popular traditions, produced by some credulous and unscrupulous
monk, who thought to give dignity to his romance by ascribing its authorship to a well–known and eminent individual. It
introduces its pretended author, Bishop Turpin, in this manner:–
“Turpin, Archbishop of Rheims, the friend and secretary of Charles the Great, excellently skilled
in sacred and profane literature, of a genius equally adapted to prose and verse, the advocate
of the poor, beloved of God in his life and conversation, who often fought the Saracens, hand
to hand, by the Emperor’s side, he relates the acts of Charles the Great in one book, and
flourished under Charles and his son Louis, to the year of our Lord eight hundred and thirty.”
The titles of some of Archbishop Turpin’s chapters will show the nature of his history. They are these: “Of the Walls of
Pampeluna, that fell of themselves.” “Of the War of the holy Facundus, where the Spears grew.” (Certain of the Christians
fixed their spears, in the evening, erect in the ground, before the castle; and found them, in the morning, covered with
bark and branches.) “How the Sun stood still for Three Days, and the Slaughter of Four Thousand Saracens.”
Turpin’s history has perhaps been the source of the marvellous adventures which succeeding poets and romancers have
accumulated around the names of Charlemagne and his Paladins, or Peers. But Ariosto and the other Italian poets have
drawn from different sources, and doubtless often from their own invention, numberless other stories which they
attribute to the same heroes, not hesitating to quote as their authority “the good Turpin,” though his history contains no
trace of them;– and the more outrageous the improbability, or rather the impossibility, of their narrations, the more
attentive are they to cite “the Archbishop,” generally adding their testimonial to his unquestionable veracity.
The principal Italian poets who have sung the adventures of the peers of Charlemagne are Pulci, Boiardo, and Ariosto.
The characters of Orlando, Rinaldo, Astolpho, Gano, and others, are the same in all, though the adventures attributed to
them are different, Boiardo tells us of the loves of Orlando, Ariosto of his disappointment and consequent madness, Pulci
of his death.
Ogier, the Dane, is a real personage. History agrees with romance in representing him as a powerful lord who, originally
from Denmark and a Pagan, embraced Christianity, and took service under Charlemagne. He revolted from the Emperor,
and was driven into exile. He afterwards led one of those bands of piratical Norsemen which ravaged France under the
reigns of Charlemagne’s degenerate successors. The description which an ancient chronicler gives of Charlemagne, as
described by Ogier, is so picturesque, that we are tempted to transcribe it. Charlemagne was advancing to the siege of
Pavia. Didier, King of the Lombards, was in the city with Ogier, to whom he had given refuge. When they learned that
the king was approaching, they mounted a high tower, whence they could see far and wide over the country. “They first
saw advancing the engines of war, fit for the armies of Darius or Julius Caesar. ‘There is Charlemagne,’ said Didier. ‘No,’
said Ogier. The Lombard next saw a vast body of soldiers, who filled all the plain. ‘Certainly Charles advances with that
host,’ said the king. ‘Not yet,’ replied Ogier. ‘What hope for us,’ resumed the king, ‘if he brings with him a greater host
than that?’ At last Charles appeared, his head covered with an iron helmet, his hands with iron gloves, his breast and
shoulders with a cuirass of iron, his left hand holding an iron lance, while his right hand grasped his sword. Those who
went before the monarch, those who marched at his side, and those who followed him, all had similar arms. Iron
covered the fields and the roads; iron points reflected the rays of the sun. This iron, so hard, was borne by a people whose
hearts were harder still. The blaze of the weapons flashed terror into the streets of the city.”
This picture of Charlemagne in his military aspect would be incomplete without a corresponding one of his “mood of
peace.” One of the greatest of modern historians, M. Guizot, has compared the glory of Charlemagne to a brilliant meteor,
rising suddenly out of the darkness of barbarism to disappear no less suddenly in the darkness of feudalism. But the light of
this meteor was not extinguished, and reviving civilization owed much that was permanently beneficial to the great Emperor
of the Franks. His ruling hand is seen in the legislation of his time, as well as in the administration of the laws. He encouraged
learning; he upheld the clergy, who were the only peaceful and intellectual class, against the encroaching and turbulent
barons; he was an affectionate father, and watched carefully over the education of his children, both sons and daughters. Of
his encouragement of learning, we will give some particulars.
He caused learned men to be brought from Italy and from other foreign countries, to revive the public schools of France,
which had been prostrated by the disorders of preceding times. He recompensed these learned men liberally, and kept some
of them near himself, honoring them with his friendship. Of these the most celebrated is Alcuin, an Englishman, whose
writings still remain, and prove him to have been both a learned and a wise man. With the assistance of Alcuin, and others
like him, he founded an academy or royal school, which should have the direction of the studies of all the schools of the
kingdom. Charlemagne himself was a member of this academy on equal terms with the rest. He attended its meetings, and
fulfilled all the duties of an academician. Each member took the name of some famous man of antiquity. Alcuin called
himself Horace, another took the name of Augustin, a third of Pindar. Charlemagne, who knew the Psalms by heart, and
who had an ambition to be, according to his conception, a king after God’s own heart, received from his brother
academicians the name of David.
Of the respect entertained for him by foreign nations an interesting proof is afforded in the embassy sent to him by the Caliph
of the Arabians, the celebrated Haroun al Raschid, a prince in character and conduct not unlike to Charlemagne. The
ambassadors brought with them, besides other rich presents, a clock, the first that was seen in Europe, which excited universal
admiration. It had the form of a twelve–sided edifice with twelve doors. These doors formed niches, in each of which was a
little statue representing one of the hours. At the striking of the hour the doors, one for each stroke, were seen to open, and
from the doors to issue as many of the little statues, which, following one another, marched gravely round the tower. The
motion of the clock was caused by water, and the striking was effected by balls of brass equal to the number of the hours,
which fell upon a cymbal of the same metal, the number falling being determined by the discharge of the water, which, as it
sunk in the vessel, allowed their escape.
Charlemagne was succeeded by his son Louis, a well–intentioned but feeble prince, in whose reign the fabric reared by Charles
began rapidly to crumble. Louis was followed successively by two Charleses, incapable princes, whose weak and often tyrannical
conduct is no doubt the source of incidents of that character ascribed in the romances to Charlemagne.
The lawless and disobedient deportment of Charles’s paladins, instances of which are so frequent in the romantic legends, was
also a trait of the declining empire, but not of that of Charlemagne.