The miracles we read of, and to which reference has been made, are many and varied.  For some time the fear of royal censure and punishment prevented cures being openly attributed to “Saint Simon,” but it was not long before the fame of his healing power spread, and persons were brought from all parts of the country to “be measured by” Earl Simon and restored to health.  The process of “measuring” was as simple as it appears to have been effective.  It merely consisted in a cord which had previously been placed round the relics being made to meet round the body of the invalid whether man or animal.

The first “miracle” we hear of concerns a dumb boy who fell asleep at the shrine of Saint Robert at Lincoln, whither he had been taken to be cured, and in this state he remained from the Saturday preceding the battle until the Monday, when, suddenly awaking, gifted with the power not only of speech but prophecy, he informed those who stood around that Saint Robert had gone to Evesham to aid Earl Simon who would be slain in the battle there on the morrow!  The monkish manuscript goes on to relate cures of various diseases performed on man and beast, personal apparitions, “judgements” falling on scoffers, accounts of the dead restored to life and many other marvels credible or incredible according to the inclination of the reader.  One of the “judgements” may be given as an example, showing, by the way, the manners of some of the clergy of that date.

A certain chaplain named Philip had been openly abusing the Earl, and by way of an oath exclaimed, “If he is a saint, as reported, I wish the devil may break my neck, or some miracle may befall me before I reach home.”  As he returned homewards, being on horseback, and a servant with him, he saw a hare on the road, and spurring onward in chase fell headlong from his horse.  His manservant who had likewise abused Earl Simon “was seized by the devil” and remained insane “from the Feast of St. John the Baptist to the translation of St. Benedict.”

In 1279 it is reported how, at Whitsuntide a man wheeled his wife, whose life was despaired of, from the parish of Saint Bride’s in Fleet Street, London, all the way to Evesham in a wheelbarrow, to visit “Saint Simon’s” relics.

For this brief account of the de Montfort miracles I am indebted to a paper by Mr. Oswald G. Knapp, and from the same source I transcribe the following translation of a hymn written in honour of the reputed “saint and martyr” which concludes the ancient chronicle:—­

    “Hail, de Montfort, martyr glorious! 
       Noblest flower of chivalry! 
     O’er the pains of death victorious,
       England’s saviour, praise to thee. 
     More than all the saints in story,
       Ere they gained their rest in glory,
     Thou of cruel wrongs hast borne;
       Foully foes thy corpse insulted,
     O’er thy head and limbs exulted
       From thy mangled body torn. 
     Once of wrongs the great redresser
       Be thou now our intercessor,
     Pray for us with God on high.”