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In the city of Rome there once lived an emperor named Claudius
known as Claudius the Cruel. Near his palace was a beautiful temple
where served the priest Valentine. The Romans loved him dearly and
assembled into the temple to hear his words. Before the fire that
always burned on the altar they knelt to ask his blessing. Rich
and poor, wise and ignorant, old and young, noble and common people
they all flocked to Valentine.
In the Roman empire wars broke out. Claudius summoned the citizens
forth to battle and year after year the fighting continued. Many
of the Romans were unwilling to go. The married men did not want
to leave their families. The younger men did not wish to leave their
sweethearts. The emperor was angry when soldiers were too few. He
ordered that no marriages should be celebrated and that all engagements
must be broken off immediately.
Many a young Roman went off to the wars in sorrow, leaving his
love. Many a Roman maiden died of grief as a result of this decree.
Now the good priest Valentine heard of the emperor's command and
was very sad. When a young couple came to the temple, he secretly
united them in marriage in front of the sacred altar. Another pair
sought his aid and in secret he wedded them. Others came and quietly
were married. Valentine was the friend of lovers in every district
of Rome.
But, such secrets could not be kept for long. At last word of Valentine's
acts reached the palace and Claudius the Cruel was angry. He summoned
his soldiers and bade them cast Valentine into a dungeon! Valentine
was dragged from the temple, dragged away from the altar where a
young maiden and a Roman youth stood, ready to wed. Off to prison
the soldiers took him.
All of Valentine's friends as well as their friends, interceded
with Claudius in vane. In a dungeon Valentine languished and died.
His devoted friends buried him in the church of St. Praxedes. When
you go to Rome you can see the very place. It was the year 270,
on the fourteenth of February.
History also says that a young French Duke of Orleans, captured
at the battle of Agincourt, was kept a prisoner in the Tower of
London for many years. To his wife he wrote poem after poem, real
valentines. About sixty of them remain. These can be seen among
the royal papers in the British Museum.
Another story says that Valentine was one of the early Christians
in those far-away days when that meant danger and death. For helping
some Christian martyrs he was seized, dragged before the prefect
of Rome and cast into jail. There he cured the keeper's daughter
of blindness. When the cruel emperor learned of this miracle he
gave orders that Valentine should be beheaded. The morning of the
execution, he is said to have sent the keeper's daughter a farewell
message signed, "From your Valentine."
Long years before 270, when Rome was first founded it was surrounded
by a wilderness. Great packs of wolves roamed over the countryside.
Among their many gods the Romans had one named Lupercus who watched
over the shepherds and their flocks. In his honor they held a great
feast in February of each year and called it the Lupercalia. The
Lupercalia festival was an echo of the days when Rome consisted
of a group of shepherd folk that lived on a hill now know as Palantine.
On the calendar used back in those days, February came later than
it does today, so Lupercalia was a spring festival.
Some believe the festival honored Faunus, who like the Greek Pan,
was a god of herds and crops, But the origin of Lupercalia is so
ancient that even scholars of the last century before Christ were
never sure.
There is no question about its importance. Records show, for instance,
that Mark Antony, an important Roman, was master of the Luperci
College of Priests. He chose the Lupercalia festival of the year
44 B.C. as the proper time for offering the crown to Julius Caesar.
Each year, on February 15, the Luperci priests gathered on the
Palantine at the cave of Lupercal. Here, according to legend, Romulus
and Remus, founders of Rome, had been nursed by a mother wolf. In
Latin, the word lupus is the word for wolf.
Some of the rituals involved youths of noble birth to run through
the streets with goatskin thongs. Young women would crowd the street
in the hope of lashing the sacred thongs as it was believed to make
them better able to bear children. The goatskin thongs were known
as the februa and the lashing the februatio, both coming from a
Latin word meaning to purify. The name of the month February come
from this meaning.
Long after Rome became a walled city and the seat of a powerful
empire, the Lupercalia lived on. When Roman armies invaded what
is now France and Britain in the first century before Christ, they
took the Lupercalia customs there. One of these is believed to be
a lottery where the names of Roman maidens were placed in a box
and drawn out by the young men. The girl whose name he drew each
man accepted as his love - for a year or longer.
After Christianity was firmly established the priests wanted the
people to forget the old heathen gods. But they did not wish to
do away with all their feasts and sports. So they kept the Lupercalia
and called it Valentine's day.
During the medieval days of chivalry, the names of English maidens
and bachelors were put into the box and drawn out in pairs. Each
couple exchanged gifts. The girl became the man's valentine for
that year. On his sleeve he wore her name and it was his bounded
duty to attend and protect her.
This old, old custom of drawing names on the fourteenth of February
was considered a good omen for love. It often foretold a wedding.
For since the beginning of things this has been lovers' day, a time
for loving, for giving and receiving love tokens.
Flowers as valentines appear nearly two hundred years later. A
daughter of Henry IV of France gave a party in honor of St. Valentine.
Each lady received a beautiful bouquet of flowers from the man chosen
as her valentine.
So, from Italy and France and England has come the pretty custom
of sending our friends loving messages on this day. With flowers,
with heart-shaped candies, with lacy valentines whose frills and
furbelows hide the initials of the sender we honor the good priest
who disobeyed Claudius the Cruel.
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