(From Bruodin’s Propugnaculum, p. 699)
HE was a native of Cork, and a bright and shining light of the Order of St. Francis.
Having completed his studies in Spain and Belgium, he returned to his native country during the reign of King James, and did much to promote the glory of God, the salvation of the Catholic people, and the increase of the Seraphic Order.
When somewhat advanced in years, he was twice Minister General of the Irish Province, twice Commissary-General, and lastly Guardian of the College of St Antony, at Louvain.
While Guardian in Cork, in the year 1642, he was seized by the heretical Governor of the city[2] and cast into prison.
A few days after he was examined.
He declared that he was a Franciscan but he denied what he was charged with, namely, that he had attempted to betray the city to the Catholics.
His firm attachment to the faith was put to the test in many ways.
The executioners covered all this aged mans fingers, first with canvas, then with pitch; and between each finger they put a pitch candle, and lighted it so that all his fingers were set on fire together.
I happened to be in my native country at the time.
While his fingers were on fire in this way, and he was exhorting the Catholics who were standing by to constancy, and the heretics to repentance, a preacher, wondering at the extraordinary patience of the martyr, asked him whether he felt any pain.
Put one of your fingers close to mine,’ replied Francis, and you will see.’
When all his fingers were burnt away to the very last joint, the cruel tyrant condemned him to be hanged.
The man of God returned thanks, as well as he could, to his Saviour, and proceeded to the place of execution as if he was going to a feast.
Having exhorted the people he mounted the ladder with joy.
The rope was put round his neck.
He prepared himself piously for death, and again addressed the people.
Then turning to the executioner, he bade him do his duty.
He was thrown from the ladder, and remained hanging from eleven o’clock in the morning till five in the afternoon.
Every Catholic in the city was either a relative or a friend and acquaintance of Francis; one sister, two nephews, and four nieces were living there.
Some of these, persons of high position, went to the heretical Governor and asked him to allow the dead body of the priest to be taken down from the gallows and buried in the tomb of a friend, with the ceremonies usual among Catholics.
The Governor, though more cruel than Pilate, assented.
Wherefore, taking the body down from the gallows, his friends carried it to the house of Francis’ sister, and clothing it in the habit of the Order, and laying it on a table, with lighted candles all round,
they kept watch with great devotion round the deceased martyr of Christ.
About two o’clock in the morning, while the Catholics, who had come in crowds to the house, were praying, F. Francis made some movement, and looking at his sister and the others who were standing near, he bade them put away all fear, and take him down from the table.
His friends drew near, and found that he was alive and in full health, and they congratulated him and one another that he had escaped the hands of the executioners by this extraordinary aid from God.
‘It is not so, my dearest friends,’ said Francis, restored to life; ‘for my soul happily released from the prison of my body, must again return to it by the command of God, who desires the salvation of heretics straying here and elsewhere from the true path.
Call to me, therefore, the Governor of the City, that I may once more set before him the message of salvation.’
All the Catholics who were present, besought the Father with tears t
Please pray for final perseverance for all of us!
May the martyrs of old inspire us all.