the infernal agency, in both cases, nobody ever thought
of doubting. So it was the effort of Bishop Werner
to combat these evil influences; and he accordingly
inflamed the pride and indignation of the people to
such a degree, that throughout the land all concerted
to defeat the wicked designs of the Adversary.
In two centuries and a half the whole cathedral was
completed, save the tower, the corner-stone of which
was forthwith laid with great pomp by Bishop Conrad
of Lichtenberg, on the 25th of May, 1277. Doubtless
the Arch-Fiend laid many cunning schemes to entrap
the illustrious architect, Erwin of Steinbach; but,
unlike his brother in the craft at Cologne, he came
out unscathed; so we must believe that throughout
the whole work he was actuated by the most unselfish
spirit of devotion, infernal machinations to the contrary
notwithstanding. Now it must be confessed that
the Enemy had a hard time of it, since we read that
the good Bishop Conrad fought against him with all
the powers of the Church, and granted absolution for
all sins, past, present, and future, for forty thousand
years, to whatever person should contribute to the
building of the spire by money, material, or labor.
Owing to the scarcity of parchment, these grants of
absolution were made out on asses’ skins; and
it will be seen, that, in the great struggle, these
instruments retained in a very eminent degree that
quality of stubborn resistance which had cost them
in their original state many a beating from the driver’s
staff. The greatest enthusiasm was kindled among
rich and poor; year after year, thousands of pilgrims
flocked hither from all Germany to offer their aid,
without reward or recompense, to the building of the
tower; and out of the farthest boundaries, even from
Austria, came wagons loaded with building-materials,
the gratuitous offerings of the pious. Rich legacies
were left to the work, and many a cloister devoted
a fourth part of its yearly revenues to the same object
So much for asses’ skins!
Meanwhile the Devil was not idle. In the night-winds
he and his legions would shriek and yell and rattle
among the scaffolding and cranes in vain. In
the latter part of the thirteenth century, he shook
the structure with a frightful earthquake, which terrified
all Alsatia, and, although whole streets were thrown
down in Strasburg, yet the foundations of the Wunderbau,
as the Germans love to call it, were not loosened,
and no stone was moved from its place. A few years
afterward, in 1289, he once more made use of his favorite
element, and laid in ashes the market-place of Strasburg
all around the minster. More fortunate than its
great compeers, St. Paul’s of London, and St.
Peter’s of Hamburg, it miraculously experienced
but trifling damage.
Well, the great Erwin died at last, when he had built
the tower as high as the roof-ridge of the nave.
His son succeeded him, finished the tower to the platform,
when he, too, was gathered to his fathers in 1339.
John Hueltz followed as master; and finally his nephew,
Hueltz II., in 1439, finished the grand pyramid, fixed
the colossal cross in its place, and crowned the whole
with a gigantic statue of the Virgin. Thus, from
the laying of the foundation-stone till all was completed,
were one hundred and sixty years; yet throughout this
time the work was never discontinued, and five successive
generations labored upon its walls.