Patrick Hamilton: The Proto-Martyr of Scotland. Part Three, The Faith of Friends and the Gospel of Jesus Christ on Trial.


In a day or two the commissioners reported…

…that they were ready to give their judgment on the articles. This opened the way for the last act of the tragedy, for which all was now ready.

The archbishop issued his orders for the apprehension of Hamilton. The officer on whom the duty devolved, fearing an attempt at rescue should he conduct the reformer as a prisoner through the streets in open day, waited till after night-fall before executing the archbishop’s mandate. Hamilton, who was used to ask to his apartments and entertain at bis table all who wished to converse with him, whether they came to defend the religion of Rome or to be instructed in that of the New Testament, had that evening a little party of Christian friends in bis chamber.

Their converse was prolonged to a late hour, for they felt unwilling to leave him. What the subjects were that occupied their thoughts and furnished matter of conversation we can have little difficulty in guessing. The sentence to be pronounced in the cathedral to-morrow before the assembled “clergy, nobility, and people,” would, of course, cause some uneasy forebodings. They knew that the reformer was in danger, although they little dreamed that danger was either so great or so near as the issue showed it to be. There was no recent instance in Scotland of a vengeance so prompt and so dreadful on the score of religion as that which was now meditated; nor could they believe that a scion of the royal house, and one so nearly related to the reigning monarch, would be ruthlessly murdered by the priests of the realm.

But with their gloomy presentiments there would mingle, doubtless, cheering hopes, inspired by the prosperous state of the Reformation at that moment on the continent of Europe. Abroad the cry was being wafted from kingdom to kingdom, ” Babylon is fallen, is fallen.” In Germany a powerful phalanx of illustrious doctors, of chivalrous princes, and of free cities, was now gathered round the evangelical standard.

Toleration had already been won therefore the faith of the gospel, and not a year was to elapse when the ever-memorable PROTEST of the Lutheran princes was to be uplifted at Spires. In Switzerland the new day was spreading from canton to canton, and from valley to valley, with effulgence sweeter than ever was that of day-break on the snows of its mountains. The powerful cities of Zürich and Berne had opened their gates to the Reformation, and Bale was on the point of being won to the gospel. In France the progress of the evangelical cause was at that hour equally promising. It was making its way in the palace of Francis I, then the most polished and learned court in Europe.

The doctrines which Hamilton had maintained in the archiepiscopal palace of St. Andrews two days ago, and on which judgment was to be given in the cathedral to-morrow, even that “good works make not a good man, but a good man doeth good works,”had been taught in Paris these ten years past,and had found disciples among the illustrious scholars which then graced that capital, and was even now knocking at the gates of the Sorbonne, that “mother of learning” and citadel of Romish orthodoxy. Farel was thundering in the cities of the Jura, and was every day advancing his evangelical lines nearer to that little city at the foot of the Alps, on the shores of the Leman, destined to be the seat of the Reformation’s greatest legislator and the metropolis of Protestantism. Nor had the lofty barrier of snows and glaciers within which Italy reposes been proof against the transmission of the light. The evangelical faith had been spread in the Grisons, and the crash of idols in Locarno and other towns on the shores of the Italian lakes, gave warning to Rome that the throne on the Seven Hills might one day be assailed and overturned. When the cardinals and monsignori of the Eternal city asked the warder on its walls, “Watchman, what of the night?” he might have replied as of old, “The morning cometh.”

Turning to the other extremity of Europe, two nations which had long owned the sceptre of the “triple tyrant” were seen rising in revolt against him. In Denmark the mass had fallen: and the scriptures, translated into the tongue of the people and freely circulated, were regenerating hearts and blessing the homes of that land. In Sweden a Protestant king now filled the throne, and an evangelical clergy ministered to the nation. In the remoter Norway the Protestant faith had taken root, and was flourishing amid its fiords and pine-covered mountains. Nay, even to the inhospitable shores of Iceland had that blessed day-spring traveled.

All this must have been known in the chamber where Hamilton and his friends were now met; and prospects like these could not fail to gladden them, despite the sombre and even gloomy aspect of matters immediately around them. It could not be that the clay should break in every land lying betwixt the “snowy ridge” of Italy and the frozen shore of Iceland, and the cloud rest always on Scotland. It could not be that sun-rise should gild the Swiss mountains, the French and German plains, the Norwegian pine forests, and no dawn light up the straths of Caledonia; the land whose shore Columba had moored his bark of osiers, and where he had kindled his lamp when night and darkness were all around. No, the hour would strike: the hierarchy would fall, the country would shake off its chains; and a yet brighter lamp than that of Iona, the fully recovered and purely preached evangel,would shed its radiance upon bill and valley, upon hamlet and city of Scotland. The joy these prospects inspired could be read in the brightening eyes and beaming faces of the little company, and most of all in those of the youthful and noble form in the center of the circle.

Whatever the coming day might bring, this was what the future would bring. If tomorrow should bring an acquittal, well; if it should bring a stake, still well: that stake would only help on these great events, it would make the dawn of the day of Scotland’s freedom more certain and more near.

But hark, what noise is this outside the house! The little company start and remain silent. And now heavy footsteps are heard ascending the stairs: another moment and there is a loud knocking at the door. Well does Hamilton divine the meaning of this interruption. But he makes not the least attempt to escape. He bids them open the door; nay, he himself steps forward and opens it. The governor of the castle, the archbishop’s officer, enters. With calm voice the reformer asked whom he wanted. The governor replied that he wanted Hamilton. I am Hamilton, said he, giving himself up, and requesting only that his friends might be allowed to depart in peace. These friends endeavored to extort from the governor that he would bring back the reformer “safe and sound.” Without making any reply, the officer led him away.

A party of soldiers waited outside; closing round the prisoner, they led him through the silent streets to the castle. Nothing was heard save the low moaning of the night wind and the sullen dash of the wave as it broke against the rocky foundations of the Sea-tower to which the reformer was consigned for the night.

The morning dawns, the last day of February, 1528. Slowly the light creeps up from the wave of the German Sea; the shores of Angus and the hills of Fife come out in the grey dawn: now the sun rises, and the many towers and steeples of Scotland’s ecclesiastical metropolis, and proudest of all the burnished roof of its great cathedral, begin to glow in the light of the new risen luminary. The archbishop is up betimes, and so too are priest and monk. A terrible tragedy is that sun to witness before he shall set. Home is this day to strike such a blow as will make heresy hide its head for ever, and give Rome an eternity of dominion and glory in Scotland.

Already the streets of St. Andrews are all alive. A stream of people, composed of all ranks, nobles, priests, friars, citizens “is flowing in the direction of the cathedral, and rolling in at the gates of that proud edifice. How grandly it lifts its towers to the sky, how vast its area, how noble the sweep of its nave and aisles; how tall and massive its columns,which bear up with unbowing strength its lofty arid gorgeous roof. There is not another such cathedral in Scotland, few indeed of such dimensions in Europe. There is the throne of the arch bishop, from which this day judgment is to be given on the articles maintained by Hamilton at the conference before the council. That sentence, the archbishop believes, is to secure that this magnificent cathedral shall continue for long centuries the high sanctuary of religion in Scotland; and that at that altar, which this morning is ablaze with tapers, mass shall never cease to be sung, nor white-robed priest to minister.

How would it have amazed the haughty Beatoun, whom, we now see taking his seat on the archiepiscopal throne,to be told that this surpassingly grand pile would in a very few years be a ruin, that altar and episcopal chair, and crucifix and image, should all before this generation had passed away be blended into a mass of rubbish, that all the architectural magnificence “tower, turret, oriel” that ministered to the pomp of the Roman worship, smitten by a sudden stroke, should vanish, and nothing of that glorious pile remain save a few naked walls and shattered towers, with the hoarse roar of the wave, or the loud scream of the sea-bird as it flew past, resounding through it. But of this no one then so much as dreamed. Derision and scorn would have overpowered the man who should then have dared even to hint at the possibility of such a thing.

The archbishop, with his long train of bishops, abbots, doctors, and heads of religious houses, had swept in. “Beatoun sat on the bench of the inquisitor court,” says D’Aubigne, “and all the ecclesiastical judges took their places around him. Among these was observed Patrick Hepburn, prior of St. Andrews, and son of the earl of Both well; a worthless and dissolute man, who had eleven illegitimate children, and who gloried in bringing distress and dishonor into families. This veteran of immorality, who ought to have been on the culprit’s seat, but whose pride was greater even than his licentiousness, took his place with a shameless countenance on the judges’ bench.

Not far from him was David Beatoun, abbot of Arbroath, an ambitious young man, who was already coveting his uncle’s dignity; and who, as if to prepare himself for a long work of persecution, vigorously pressed on the condemnation of Patrick. In the midst of these hypocrites and fanatics sat one man in a state of agitation and distress” the prior of the Dominicans, Alexander Campbell” with his countenance gloomy and fallen. A great crowd of canons, priests, monks, nobles, citizens, and the common people, filled the church; some of them greedy for the spectacle that was to be presented to them, others sympathizing with Hamilton. ‘I was myself present,’ said Alesius, ‘a spectator of that tragedy.'”

The tramp of horses outside announced the arrival of the prisoner from the castle. Hamilton was led in, and passing through the great assembly mounted a small pulpit which had been prepared for him opposite the bench of his judges. The trial now began. First the commissioners appointed to examine the articles maintained by the reformer gave in their report. They pronounced them all heretical, and contrary to the faith of the church. Friar Campbell then rose and read the indictment.

The reformer was visibly affected when he saw the man present himself as his accuser, who had acknowledged to him in private that the evangelical doctrine which he taught was true. But in truth this office had been laid upon Campbell by the archbishop, and however horrible he felt it he dared riot refuse it, from fear of deepening the suspicions Beatoun already entertained of him. Hamilton calmly listened as the prior read the accusation article by article, and then expressed before the tribunal his continued adherence to his confession.

Campbell now began to argue with him: the reformer had no difficulty in refuting him and establishing from scripture the truth of his own doctrine. The friar was silenced; his stock of sophisms was exhausted; he had no more to say, and he turned to the tribunal for fresh instructions. The bishops were no more able to maintain the argument than the friar was; they deemed the ‘game of debate a hazardous one for themselves, and thought the sooner it was ended the better. The reformer had sympathizers in the audience, so the bishops bade Campbell throw a few new accusations in the prisoner’s face, and end the matter by calling him a heretic. Turning to Hamilton, the prior exclaimed, ” Heretic, thou saidst it was lawful to all men to read the word of God, and especially the New Testament,” “I know not,” replied Hamilton, “if I said so; but I say now, it is reason and lawful to all men to read the word of God, and that they are able to understand the same; and in particular, the latter will and testament of Jesus Christ, whereby they may acknowledge their sins and repent of the same, and amend their lives by faith and repentance, and come to the mercy of God by Jesus Christ.” “Heretic,” again urged the Dominican, “thou sayest it is but lost labor to pray to or call upon saints, and in particular on the blessed Virgin Mary, as mediators to God for us.” “I say with Paul,” responded the reformer,” there is no mediator betwixt God and us but Christ Jesus his Son, and whatsoever they be who call or pray to any saint departed, they spoil Christ Jesus of his office.” “Heretic,” again exclaimed Friar Campbell,” thou sayest it is all in vain to sing soul-masses, psalms, and dirges for the relaxation of souls departed, who are continued in the pains of purgatory.” “Brother,” said Hamilton, “I have never read in the scripture of God of such a place as purgatory, nor yet believe I that there is anything that can purge the souls of men but the blood of Christ Jesus, which ransom standeth in no earthly thing, nor in soul-masses, nor in dirge, nor in gold, nor silver, but only by repentance of sins and faith in the blood of Jesus Christ,”

It was not Patrick Hamilton only that said so; there was a voice in the bosom of Friar Campbell himself that said so also. But what was the miserable man to do. If before him stood Hamilton maintaining what the friar’s own conscience told him was the truth, behind him sat the bishops, stern and pitiless men, ready to fling him into the fire should he not urge home, false though he felt it to be, the charge against the confessor. Alas, he can not turn back; he must pursue the dreadful road on which he has set out to its bitter end.

As if to drown the cry in the depths of his soul, Campbell lifted up his voice and again shouted,”Heretic, detestable, execrable, impious heretic.” Directing a look of compassion towards the wretched man, ” Nay, brother,” said Hamilton in accents of mildness, “thou dost not in thy heart think me heretic; thou knowest in thy conscience that I am no heretic.”

The votes were now taken: it was a needless formality. The confessor’s fate had been sealed before the court sat down or the trial opened. But the forms of justice must be gone through with all mock solemnity, and with well sustained dissimulation and hypocrisy. On that bench not a vote was there but in condemnation of the disciple of the gospel. Away with him to the stake: burn him, said they all. The archbishop rose and pronounced sentence, adjudging Patrick Hamilton as a heretic to be delivered over to the secular power to be punished.”

There was not an hour to be lost in carrying out the sentence. Sir James Hamilton, the martyr’s brother, was still in the field; other friends had put themselves in arms, and were on their way to attempt a rescue. That very day Hamilton must be despatched. He was led back to the castle amid an armed escort, amounting, says Alesius, to some thousands. Men were sent to prepare the stake in front of the gate of St. Salvator’s college. Meanwhile the martyr was taking his last meal in the castle, and calmly and solemnly conversing with his friends.

The hour of noon struck: Hamilton, rising up, bade the governor, who was to conduct him to the place where he was to die, be admitted. On being told that all was ready” “Then,” said he, “let us go.” He set out, carrying his New Testament in his hand, accompanied by a few friends, and followed by his faithful servant. He walked in the midst of the guard, his step firm, his countenance serene: “a lamb going to the slaughter.”

Taken from, The Scots Worthies, Their Lives
Written by,  J.A. Wylie
Spottiswood, History of the Church of Scotland
Calderwood, History of the Kirk of Scotland,vol. 1.

Patrick Hamilton: The Proto-Martyr of Scotland. Part Two, False Friends and Planting the Final Seed.


Concealing his anger, and especially his dark design…

…the archbishop sent a message to Patrick, to the effect that he much wished to receive a visit from him at St. Andrews, in order to hold a conference on such points in the administration of the church as might seem to require reformation. The invitation reached the young reformer only a few days after his marriage. Hamilton perfectly understood its meaning, and the issue to which it was intended to lead. Indeed, he said to his friends that in a short time he would have to lay down his life.

His mother, his young wife, and the rest of his friends, gathering round him, besought him with tears not to go to St. Andrews. But be was steadfastly minded this time hot to flee. Who could tell whether the hour had not come when a great sacrifice would effect the liberation of his country. He set out for what Howie calls ” the metropolis of the kingdom of darkness.”

On arriving at St. Andrews he found the archbishop all smiles; in fact, he met a most gracious reception from the man who had inwardly resolved that he should never go hence. Lodgings were provided for him in the city. He was permitted to move freely about, to converse without restraint with all classes, and to avow his opinions without the least concealment: even the halls of the university he was permitted to enter, and discuss with doctors and students touching the rites, the sacraments, the dogmas, and the administration of the church. Thrown off his guard, the young evangelist made ample use of the freedom accorded him, and when he heard the echoes of his own sentiments coming back to him amid the halls and chairs of that proud seat of the Papacy, the ” Scottish Vatican,” he began to persuade himself that the day of his country’s deliverance was nearer than be had believed: he thought he could see rifts in the black canopy over the land. And in truth these labors were not in vain; for if they helped to conduct the reformer to a scaffold, they helped powerfully in their issue to conduct Scotland to the light of the gospel.

Among the canons of St. Andrews at that time was a young man of rare parts, already distinguished as a scholar, especially in scholastic learning; but be was all on the side of Rome. In fact,he had done battle with great applause against Lutheranism. On this young canon the priests built the greatest hopes; his name was Alane, or Alesius, a native of Edinburgh. The young canon, full of zeal for ” holy church,” and on fire to break a lance with the “heretic,” waited on Hamilton in the hope of confuting him. He returned converted: the sword of the Spirit had pierced, at almost the first stroke, through all the scholastic armour in which Alesius had encased himself, and he dropped his weapon to the man be had been so confident of vanquishing. The young convert afterwards became eminent as a reformer.

After Alesius there came another combatant to Hamilton, as eager to do battle for the old faith, and as confident of victory as the former. This new disputant was Alexander Campbell, prior of the Dominicans. He too was a person of parts, accomplished in the learning of those days, and kind and candid in disposition. He visited Patrick at the request of the archbishop, who, feeling strongly the hazards of bringing such a man as Hamilton to the stake, was not unwilling to avoid the hard necessity by bringing him back to the doctrine of Rome.

He ordered Prior Campbell to spare no effort to recover the young and noble heretic. Campbell had an interview with Hamilton, but soon found himself unable to sustain the argument on the side of Popery, and acknowledged the corruptions of the church and the need of reform. The conversion of Alesius seemed to have repeated itself in that of Campbell, and the two men, Hamilton and the prior, freely unbosomed their sentiments to one another.

After a few days the archbishop, scenting, it would seem, the leanings of Campbell, summoned the prior to report what progress he had made with Patrick. In the presence of the archbishop and his councilors the prior lost his courage. He revealed all that Hamilton had communicated to him: he acted in the archiepiscopal palace a different part from that which he had sustained in the chamber of the reformer. He was no longer the disciple, but the accuser. He consented to become one of Hamilton’s judges. He knew the truth, but when he came to make his choice between the favor of the hierarchy and the gospel, he was unwilling to surfer the loss of all things that he might win Christ.

Hamilton had now been a month at St. Andrews. He had all that time been busily employed discussing and arguing with doctors, priests, students, and townspeople; and not in vain. That this should be done at the very seat of the primate shows one of two things; that the hierarchy believed its power so firmly rooted in this city that nothing could shake it, or, and this is the more probable, that the priests hesitated to strike when the intended victim was so nearly related to the king. But the delay, if it furnished Hamilton’s enemies with the proof they sought against him, contributed much to the early triumph of the Reformation in Scotland.

In that little month there was scattered on this most important field a great amount of that incorruptible seed that liveth and abides for ever; and which watered, as it soon thereafter was, with the blood of him who sowed it, sprang up and brought forth much and good fruit.

But the matter would admit of no longer delay. Hamilton was summoned to the archiepiscopal palace to answer to a charge of heresy. This brought the matter to a bearing on both sides. That the charge would be proven there could not be a doubt; and the convicted heretic could in those days have no other doom than the stake. To all this length, then, had the archbishop resolved to go; and so too had the reformer; his friends, seeing death in the summons, exhorted him to flee. He was deaf to all their entreaties; he had returned from Germany steadfastly minded, if need were, to glorify God by his death. He obeyed the summons of the arch bishop,well knowing what would come after.

Before accompanying the young evangelist to the tribunal which were behold assembling in the archiepiscopal palace, let us glance at the precautions his persecutors have taken to enable them to proceed in their work without interruption. The side on which it behoved them first of all to guard themselves was the king. The frivolous James V. took a real interest in his relative,the young evangelist. The luster of his genius and the grace of his manners, in fact everything about him but his heresy, had attractions for the monarch; and knowing, most probably,how the priests meant to handle him, he counseled him to reconcile himself with the bishops. Priest-ridden though the king was, it was not safe for the bishops to conclude that he would stand by like an utter coward and see them burn the young Hamilton.

Means were found to send the young monarch, who was then only seventeen, out of the way. There was a famous shrine in Ross-shire, St. Duthac, to which James IV had often gone in pilgrimage. The king was told that his soul’s health required that he should, after his father’s example, do penance at that shrine. It was the depth of winter; but if the roads were rough and, it might lie, filled in some places with snow, the merit of the journey would be all the greater, and so too would the time spent upon it, and this last was of prime consideration to the Bishops. Obedient to this ghostly counsel the king started off on his distant pilgrimage. Another danger threatened in a quarter not so much at the command of the priests.

Tidings readied the manor-house of Kincavel of the perils which were closing round Patrick. The alarm and anxiety these tidings caused to his family may well be imagined. There was but one part which it became his brother, Sir James Hamilton, to act in the crisis, and he immediately set about it. He was sheriff of the county and governor of one of the king’s castles; and so, assembling without loss of time a body of men at-arms, he put himself at their head and set out for St. Andrews. Marching along the shores of the Forth the troops arrived at Queensferry, where they intended crossing the firth. But alas, it looked as if the elements were fighting on the side of the archbishop. A strong gale was blowing from the west, and the tumult of the waves in the narrow strait was so great that passage was impossible. Sir James, while the hours were gliding away, could only stand and gaze in despair on the tempest that continued to rage without sign of abating.

Meanwhile this assemblage of armed men on the southern shore of the firth was caught sight of by the friends of Beatoun in Fife, and their purpose guessed. This being told the archbishop,he gave orders that a troop of horse should be dispatched to meet them.

We return to St. Andrews. Patrick Hamilton rose early on the morning of that day on which he was to appear before the tribunal of the archbishop, –The first rays of the sun had just lighted up the waters of the bay and kindled the hills of Angus beyond, when the reformer was already seen traversing the streets on his way to the palace of the archbishop. It was between seven and eight o’clock when Beatoun was told that Patrick Hamilton was waiting admission. His thought was to see and converse with the archbishop before the council had met; the members of the council were already met, and’ consulting together how best to confute the reasonings of the man they had summoned to answer at their bar.

Beatoun immediately constituted the court; Hamilton was introduced, and the accusation was read. “You are charged,” said the commissioner, “with teaching false doctrines: First, that the corruption of sin remains in the child after baptism; second, that no man is able by mere force of free will to do any good thing; Third, that none continues without sins so long as he is in this life; fourth, that every true Christian must know that he is in a state of grace; Fifth, that a man is not justified by works, but by faith alone; sixth,that good works do not make a good man, but that a good man makes good works ; seventh, that faith, hope,and charity are so closely united, that he who hath one of these virtues hath also the others; eighth, that it may be held that God is the cause of sin in this sense, that when he withholds his grace from a man, the latter can not but sin; ninth, that it is a devilish doctrine to teach that remission of sin can be obtained by means of certain penances; tenth, that auricular confession is not necessary to salvation; eleventh, that there is no purgatory; twelfth,that the holy patriarchs were in heaven before the passion of Jesus Christ; and thirteenth, that the pope is antichrist, and that a priest has just as much power as a pope.”

Having heard this list of charges the reformer made answer thus: “–I declare that I look on the first seven articles as certainly true, and I am ready to attest them with a solemn oath. As for the other points,they are matter for discussion; but I cannot pronounce them false until strong reasons are given me for rejecting them than any I have yet heard.” There followed a conference between Hamilton and the members of council on each article.

Finally, the whole were referred to a committee selected by the archbishop, who were to give their judgment upon them in a few days. Pending their decision Hamilton was allowed to see his friends, to engage in discussion, in short, to enjoy in all respects his liberty. It was evidently the design of his enemies to veil what was coming till it was so near that no one should be able to prevent it.

Taken from, The Scots Worthies, Their Lives
Written by,  J.A. Wylie
Spottiswood, History of the Church of Scotland
Calderwood, History of the Kirk of Scotland,vol. 1.

The Proto-Martyr of Scotland, Patrick Hamilton. Part One, His Ministry.

44221But who shall open the martyr-roll in Scotland?

A youth of royal lineage was selected for this high honor. Patrick Hamilton, princely in mind as in birth, comes first in this saintly procession. He was the great-grandson of James II both by the father’s and the mother’s side. He was born in the year 1504. In 1517 he was appointed titular abbot of Feme, a Premonstratensian abbey in Ross-shire, and the same year he left Scotland to study in the University of Paris. There, it is probable, he formed his first acquaintance with the reformed doctrines, for at that time the opinions of Luther were the subject of keen discussion in both the city and university of Paris. He returned to his native country about the year 1522, taking up his abode for a short time at the family mansion of Kincavel, near Linlithgow. He soon removed to St. Andrews, then the first city of the kingdom, and whose colleges, schools, and learned men gave it special attractions in his eyes. He was at this time fully as much the disciple of Erasmus as of Luther; that is, he loved the ancient learning, he hated the monks, he earnestly longed for church reform; but the reform he aimed at was only transformation of the Roman Church. He never went to reside in his abbey; but in 1526 he had become less an Erasmian and more a Lutheran, for we find that early in 1527 rumors reached the archbishop of St. Andrews that Hamilton had openly espoused the cause of Luther ; and on inquiry into the truth of these rumors, the archbishop, finding that the young abbot was “inflamed with heresy, disputing, holding, and maintaining divers heresies of Martin Luther and his followers repugnant to the faith,” –summoned him before his tribunal at St. Andrews.

By this time James IV had fallen on the field of Flodden; around him, stretched out in death, lay the flower of the Scottish nobility. James V was a child, Margaret Tudor, the widow of the deceased monarch and sister of Henry VIII of England, held the regency; but the government of the kingdom had been grasped by the clergy, headed by the proud, profligate, and unscrupulous Beatoun, archbishop of St. Andrews and chancellor of the kingdom. The young Hamilton, whose rank and talents joined to his heresy made him so formidable a foe to the priesthood, Beatoun, beyond doubt, would have sent to perish at the stake, had not Hamilton, to avoid the danger, fled to Germany.

His purpose, when he left the Scottish shore, was to visit Wittenberg, then in the height of its fame, and make the acquaintance of Luther and Melanchthon; but Marburg lay in his way, and be repaired to it. Francis Lambert, the ex-monk of Avignon, who was altogether a remarkable man, was living there, Philip of Hesse having invited him to aid in the reformation of his dominions. Between the reformer and the young Scotchman a warm friendship speedily sprang up, and the simplicity and purity of Hamilton’s theological views, as afterwards disclosed in his teaching in Scotland, is to be accounted for by the indoctrination he now received from Lambert, whose opinions were entirely free from the mysticism, especially on the doctrine of the Supper, which continued to cloud Luther’s views to the very end of his life. “The large acquaintance with the Word of God which Hamilton possessed,’ says D’Aubigne, speaking of this visit to Marburg, “astonished Lambert; the freshness of his thoughts and of his imagination charmed him; the integrity of his character inspired a high esteem for him; his profound remarks on the gospel edified him. A short time after this the Frenchman, speaking to the Landgrave Philip, said,’ This young man of the illustrious family of the Hamiltons, which is closely allied by the ties of blood to the king and the kingdom of Scotland, who, although hardly twenty-three years of age, brings to the study of Scripture a very sound judgment, and has a vast store of knowledge, is come from the end of the world, from Scotland, to your academy, in order to be fully established in God’s truth. I have hardly ever met a man who expresses himself with so much spirituality and truth on the Word of the Lord.”

The college which the Landgrave Philip had founded at Marburg was opened during our countryman’s stay at that town. After the inaugural address, the rector, Montanus, opened the roll of the university to enter in it the names of its members. Among the first names to be inscribed was that of “P. Hamilton, of Linlithgow, a Scotchman, Master of Arts, Paris.” The name may be read in the registers at this day. When Hamilton set out for Germany his purpose was to visit Wittenberg, then at the height of its fame, and make the acquaintance of Luther and Melanchthon, those renowned teachers and champions of the reformed faith. Of his visit to Wittenberg no record exists, D’Aubigne’s Reform, in Europe, vol. 6, p. 40. and the probability is that it never was made. A rumor, which at this time was circulated throughout Germany, that Luther was dead, and that the plague was raging at Wittenberg, may have led to a change of purpose on the part of Hamilton. The plague had indeed visited Wittenberg; and so great were its ravages, that the university was closed, and the lectures were transferred to Jena. It was of no use therefore to go thither. The young Scotchman prolonged his stay a little while at Marburg, and employed his time in compiling certain theses known as Patrick’s Places, which he maintained in public debate in such fashion as to throw an eclat over the new university. The sum of his Places is that faith is the only door by which we can enter into a state of justification before God, and a life of good deeds before men. The doctrine of his theses was not more evangelical than the phraseology was clear, precise, and salient, qualities rarely found in the theological writers of Germany, Luther being the solitary exceptional most among his countrymen.

Hamilton’s preparation for his work “destined to be brief but brilliant” was now completed. He saw that the doctrine of “salvation by works” had covered Christendom with darkness, and that the opposite doctrine, “salvation by grace,” could alone cover it with light. He began to burn with a vehement desire to spread the knowledge of that doctrine in his native land. He could not hide from himself the danger of returning to Scotland, ruled over as it was by a vicious and tyrannical churchman, whose glory and pleasures the diffusion of the gospel would bring to an end. But he must and would brave the danger. He set out, and arriving on his native shore, he took up his abode at the family mansion of Kincavel. It was not to taste repose, much less to enjoy the revenues of his abbacy that he had returned to Scotland; but to engage in a great work, though that work had to be done with the sword of Beatoun hanging above his head.

He began, first of all, to communicate the good news of the recovered gospel to the members of his own family. His elder brother, Sir James Hamilton, who had succeeded to the titles and estates; his brother’s wife, Isabella Sempill, who belonged to an ancient Scottish family; his sister, who in decision and elevation of character resembled himself; and especially his mother, the widow of a knight who in his day had been the mirror of Scottish chivalry all opened their hearts to the truth now communicated to them by their young-relative, and in later life gave good proof of the sincerity of their conversion.

After his kinsfolk, his neighbors were his next care. He visited the houses of the gentry in the neighborhood, where his birth, the grace of his manners, and the fame of his learning made him at all times welcome, and he talked with the inmates on the things that belonged to their peace. He began to preach in the “churches of the surrounding villages, and among his audience might be seen priests from Linlithgow and ladies of noble birth. The common people liked to gather round him; nor did he wait till they came to him; he went forth into the field in quest of them, and joining himself to groups of laborers as they rested in the heat of the day, he would explain to them the mysteries of the kingdom, and exhort them to press into it.

Waxing yet bolder, he entered the church of St. Michael, Linlithgow, and there, amid its images and altars, preached the gospel. Linlithgow was then the Versailles of Scotland, although its palace boasts a much greater antiquity than that of Louis XIV, and members of the royal family would at times come to hear the young reformer. Avoiding declamation, he discoursed with that simplicity and chastity of speech which was best fitted to win its way with such an audience as was now before him;  Knowest thou what this saying means,” would he say, “Christ died for thee? Verily that thou should have died perpetually, and Christ, to deliver thee from death, died for thee, and changed thy perpetual death into his own death, for thou made the fault and he suffered the pain. . . . He desires nothing of thee but that thou wilt acknowledge what he hath done for thee, and bear it in mind; and that thou would help others for his sake, even as he helped thee for nothing and without reward.”

Among his hearers was a maiden of noble birth, whose heart the gospel had touched. Won by her virtues and graces, and disobeying the commandment which the pope had laid on priests, “thou shalt not marry,” seeing in it, as Luther did, an affront to God’s institution, and a source of enormous pollution to society, he asked this lady to be his wife. The marriage was celebrated but a few weeks before his martyrdom.

On the other side of the Firth of Forth, its towers almost visible from the spot where the young reformer was daily engaged in evangelizing, was the archiepiscopal palace of Dunfermline, where Archbishop Beatoun was at that moment residing. Tidings of the young evangelist’s doings were wafted across to that watchful enemy of the gospel. Beatoun saw at a glance the necessity and yet the difficulty of taking steps to stop the work that was in progress.

Had Hamilton been an ordinary evangelist the case would have been a very simple one; but here was a preacher with royal blood in his veins, and “all the Hamiltons at his back,” throwing down the gage of combat to the hierarchy. What was the head of that hierarchy to do? He could not send men-at-arms to seize Patrick, and yet he could not suffer him to go on undermining the Papacy and preparing its fall: he in must in some way or other waylay him and dispatch him. The cruel and crafty Beatoun, after consulting with his fellow priests, hit on a device which succeeded but too well.

We will cover the final outcome in Patrick’s life in “The Proto-Martyr of Scotland, Patrick Hamilton. Part Two, His Martyrdom.


Taken from, The Scots Worthies, Their Lives
Written by,  J.A. Wylie