Today
is the Feast Day of St. George as observed in England where he became the nation’s Patron Saint and is represented on the Union Jack by the upright
red cross. George is also venerated by Orthodox Christians and is the Patron Saint of Greece as
well, which explains why so many restaurant
owners are named George. But the
Eastern and Western versions of why George is such a popular saint are very
different.
Unlike
some early popular saints there was
apparently a historical George. He was born around 256 A.D. probably in Palestine
where his father, Gerontius, was
a Patrician noble of Greek origin in
the Roman Army occupying the province of Syria Palaestina. The family
was Christian. George followed his father’s profession
and rose rapidly in the Legions. By his mid-twenties he was said to be a military tribune and stationed as an imperial guard of the Emperor at Nicomedia in northeast Asia
Minor, then the capital of the eastern
portion of the Roman Empire. He was said to be a favorite of Galerius, Caesar in the East
under Diocletian, Augustus in Rome.
George
would likely have campaigned with Galerius against the Copts in Egypt and in the disastrous
war with the Sassanid Persians. Christians
in the Army, especially senior officers
were scapegoated for the loss. In 305 A.D.
Diocletian, with Galerius’s support
ordered all army officers to abandon
Christianity and make public
sacrifice to the Roman gods on pain of death.
George
reportedly sold his slaves and gave away his wealth to the poor preparing
to meet his fate. Called
personally before Galerius, the Emperor tried to convert his soldier and
offered him new honors, titles, and lands as inducement. George remained
steadfast and was sentenced to
death. According to legend on his last night Galerius dispatched a comely virgin to George to remind him of the pleasures of the flesh, but instead of sleeping with her, he converted her on
the spot, thus sealing the lass’s doom as well.
The
next day, April 23, 303 A.D. George was beheaded
but faced his fate with such equanimity
that Empress Alexandra of Rome
became a Christian as well and soon she joined George in martyrdom.
The elaborate Martyrdom of St. George by Renaissance master Paolo Veronese. Note--no dragon.
George’s
body was returned to his home town of Lydda in Palestine for burial.
His crypt quickly became
a shrine for pilgrims and a sect of veneration spread across the East.
He was the most prominent of the 14 Soldier
Saints who fell to Diocletian’s persecution. He is venerated
among Orthodox Christians as one of the great martyrs of the Church, and is especially adored by Greeks.
Historians
quibble over the veracity of all of the details
of this narrative, but most agree that there was soldier and that he was
connected with the Diocletian persecution.
But
you will notice the total absence of
any mention of a dragon in this account, nor does the beast figure in Greek veneration or traditional iconography at least until
the dragon tale is introduced from the West.
George
was so popular that the Muslims adopted him
as a saint, transferring his martyrdom to the Kingdom of Mosul where
he was said to have been executed three times and been resurrected from the dead each time.
George
was officially canonized in the
Western or Catholic Church in 494 by Pope Gelasius I, as among those “whose
names are justly reverenced
among men, but whose acts are known only
to God,” which included other legendary
figures like St. Christopher and St. Valentine. Still he was little known in the West until Crusaders brought his cult home,
where it especially flourished in
England and Sweden. The knightly
reverence for a soldier saint was
key.
The
origins of the Dragon story are somewhat obscure. Elements of the tale may be traced to Egypt where the god Horus killed Set
metamorphosed into a crocodile. It may also have borrowed from the Muslim
accounts with the dragon as a metaphor for
the monster king of Mosul. The Crusaders, however, were literalists, and the symbol may have been transformed into substance
The earliest reference to a Dragon may have
been in a 12th Century Latin text but
the story began to be codified in the Speculum Historiale and the Golden
Legend of the 13th Century. The latter was especially the inspiration
of bards, poets, and various versions of
the tale started showing up across late Midlevel
Europe.
In Jacobus de Voragine’s Legenda aurea—The
Golden Legend—Silene in Libya was plagued by a venom-spewing dragon dwelling in a
nearby pond, poisoning the countryside.
The local people placated the dragon with gifts of sheep but the insatiable beast was soon demanding human sacrifices which were chosen by lot among the children.
Eventually the King’s
daughter fell to the lottery and she was sent, dressed a bride, to meet her doom.
The king offered his fortune to save his favorite child.
Enter
George, a virtuous Knight traveling
by chance alone in the Kingdom. Hearing
of the damsel’s plight, he made the Sign of the Cross and charged the monster on horseback, seriously wounding
it with his lance. The princess lassoed the dragon with her girdle
and together the two led the subdued beast back to the King’s city, where
George decapitates it with his broadsword.
In gratitude the King and
all of the citizens convert to Christianity. In later versions of the
story George weds the lovely Princes, who is given different names.
The
story may have originated with Georgian
folk tales before the Crusader’s got it into the hands of Jacobus de
Voragine.
At
any rate, it was the perfect yarn
for the age that was inventing Chivalry
as magical as any Arthurian legend.
George
began to inspire armies including the
Franks at the siege of Antioch, in 1098, and at Jerusalem the following year. The knightly
Order of Sant Jordi d’Alfama was established by King Peter the Catholic of Aragon
in 1201 followed by the Republic of
Genoa, Kingdom of Hungary, and
by Frederick III, Holy Roman Emperor
in the 14th Century.
In
England George had been mentioned as early as Alfred the Great’s will but it was not until 1222 Synod of Oxford that Saint George's Day
was declared a feast day. Edward III of put the Order of the Garter under the banner of St. George around 1348. The chronicler Jean Froissart observed the English invoked Saint
George as a battle cry on several
occasions during the Hundred Years’ War with France.
George
was slowly, unofficially rising as a national
saint, a position officially occupied by Edward the Confessor.
England was rife with local saints and their shrines like that of Thomas
Becket at Canterbury but these
could invoke regional loyalties, not national ones, and be
identified with Normans or Saxons.
George was aided by the very fact that he had no legendary connection with England, and
no specifically localized shrine. He could thus be a national symbol—or at least
one for the feudal warlords and
their men at arms who held sway over the country.
St. George as a Crusader knight.by Bernot Martorell.
The red-on-white cross was originally
associated with the Knights Templar and
subsequently with the Crusades in general and the noble houses who wished to be
associated with it. It began to be identified
with St. George and began to be used as a banner by the Knights of the Order of
the Garter. From 1348 and throughout the
15th Century, the Saint George’s Cross was shown in the hoist of
the Royal Standards of the Plantagenet kings of England. With the the dynastic union of England and Scotland in 1603,
it was combined with the white on blue
x-shaped Cross of St. Andrew for
Scotland for what became the Union Flag, eventually the national flag of Great Britain. In 1801 following the following the union Great Britain and Ireland the red
Cross of St. Patrick was imposed on
a background of the white Cross of St. Andrew to complete the modern Union Jack national flag of the United Kingdom.
The England's Flag of St. George, right, incorporated into the Union Jack.
St.
George and his Cross were such a popular symbol for England that both
survived the Puritan Commonwealth unscathed. St. George’s Cross was the only Saint’s
banner that was allowed to be flown.
Today
the modern Catholic Church is somewhat embarrassed by the dragon lore. Like Valentine and others his feast has
been demoted on the liturgical calendar,
although he did not lose his saintly status entirely like St.
Christopher. His feast, however, is
still celebrated in by Catholics and the Church
of England alike as well as across much of the old Empire and Commonwealth.
Needless
to say, with such fertile ground, poets have had much to say about St. George
and his dragon beginning with almost endless medieval ballads, which I will spare you here.
Cicely Fox Smith was an English
poet and writer born in Lymm, Cheshire on February 1, 1882 and educated at Manchester High School for Girls.
She briefly lived in Canada,
before returning to the United Kingdom shortly before the outbreak of World War I. Before her death in 1954 she wrote and
published more than 600 poems, many with patriotic
or naval theams. A popular
and much beloved non-academic poet here she invoked
St. George, as so many had done before, to answer the call to battle, this time
against the “Huns” in the Great War of 1914-1918.
St. George of England
Saint George he was a fighting man, as all the tales
do tell;
He fought a battle long ago, and fought it wondrous well.
With his helmet, and his hauberk, and his good cross-hilted sword,
Oh, he rode a-slaying dragons to the glory of the Lord.
And when his time on earth was done, he found he could not rest
Where the year is always summer in the Islands of the Blest;
So he came to earth again, to see what he could do,
And they cradled him in England -
In England, April England -
Oh, they cradled him in England where the golden willows blew!
Saint George he was a fighting man, and loved a fighting breed,
And whenever England wants him now, he's ready at her need,
From Crecy field to Neuve Chapelle he's there with hand and sword,
And he sailed with Drake from Devon to the glory of the Lord.
His arm is strong to smite the wrong and break the tyrant's pride,
He was there when Nelsom triumphed, he was there when Gordon died;
He sees his red-cross ensign float on all the winds that blow,
But ah! His heart’s in England -
In England, April England -
Oh, his heart it turns to England where the golden willows grow!
Saint George he was a fighting man, he’s here and fighting still
While any wrong is yet to right or Dragon yet to kill,
And faith! He’s finding work this day to suit his war-worn sword,
For he’s strafing Huns in Flanders to the glory of the Lord.
Saint George he is a fighting man, but when the fighting’s past,
And dead among the trampled fields the fiercest and the last
Of all the Dragons earth has known beneath his feet lies low,
Oh, his heart will turn to England -
To England, April England -
He’ll come home to rest in England where the golden willows blow!
—Cicely Fox
Smith
Brian Patten is a 76 year-old English poet from Liverpool that first rose to prominence
with the late ‘60’s poetry anthology
The
Mersey Sound. He has written autobiographical
collections for adults as well as books for children and young adults. Here he had a very different take on both
the dragon and St. George. Of note, you
should know that it is customary to wear a red
rose on St. George’s Day in England, which, by the way was also the symbol
of the Lancastrians in the War of the Roses.
The True Dragon
St George was out walking
He met a dragon on a hill,
It was wise and wonderful
Too glorious to kill
It slept amongst the wild thyme
Where the oxlips and violets grow
Its skin was a luminous fire
That made the English landscape glow
Its tears were England’s crystal rivers
Its breath the mist on England’s moors
Its larder was England’s orchards,
Its house was without doors
St George was in awe of it
It was a thing apart
He hid the sleeping dragon
Inside every English heart
So on this day let’s celebrate
England’s valleys full of light,
The green fire of the landscape
Lakes shivering with delight
Let’s celebrate St George’s Day,
The dragon in repose;
The brilliant lark ascending,
The yew, the oak, the rose.
—Brian Patten
Elvis Mcgonagall was born in Dundee, Scotland in 1960 and is a stand-up comic and is notable for poetry slam performances. He is also something of a Scottish nationalist despite currently residing in Dorset in England. He takes a Scott’s more jaundiced view of George and the hoopla surrounding him.
George!
Once more unto the breach, dear Morris Dancers once
more
Jingle your bells, thwack sticks, raise flagons
Cry “God for Harry and Saint George!”
Gallant knight and slayer of dragons
Patron saint of merry England –
And Georgia, and Catalonia, and Portugal, Beirut,
Moscow
Istanbul, Germany, Greece
Archers, farmers, boy scouts, butchers and sufferers
of syphilis
Multicultural icon with sword and codpiece
On, on you bullet-headed saxon sons
Fly flags from white van and cab
But remember stout yeomen, your champion was Turkish
So – get drunk and have a kebab.
—Elvis Mcgonagall
Another
dissenting view came from Nancy Senior, who casts a skeptical eye
on the assumptions of would-be savior
knights, and maybe men in
general.
St. George
My dragon always loved walks
He used to go to the wall
where the golden chain hung
and take it in his mouth
laying his head on my lap sideways,
so the fire wouldn’t burn my skirt
He looked so funny that way
with his wings dragging the floor
and his rear end high up
because he couldn’t bend his hind legs.
With him on the leash,
I could go anywhere
No band of robbers dared attack.
This morning in the woods
we had stopped for a drink
where a spring gushes out of a cave.
when suddenly, a man in amour
riding a white horse
leapt out of the bushes crying
“Have no fear I will save you”
And before I could say a word
he had stabbed my dragon in the throat
and leaping down from the horse
cut off his head
and held it up for me to see
the poor eyes still surprised
and mine filling with tears/
He hadn’t even had time to put out his claws.
And the man said
“Don’t cry, Maiden
You are safe now
But let me give some good advice
Don’t ever walk alone in the woods
for the next time you meet a dragon
there might not be a knight around to save you.
—Nancy Senior
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