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Luke XVI, 19-31.


"There was a certain rich man,
who clothed himself in purple and fine linen
and fared sumptuously every day;

Besse-en-Chandesse (Puy-de-Dôme)

And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus
[Helped by God], which was laid at his gate
full of sores

San Martín de Mondoñedo (Lugo), Spain

and desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table.
Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.

Lincoln (restored)

And it came to pass, that the beggar died and was carried by the Angels
into Abraham's bosom.

Besse-en-Chandesse (Puy-de-Dôme)

The rich man also died, and was buried;

And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off
and Lazarus in his bosom.

Besse-en-Chandesse (Puy-de-Dôme)

And he cried and said, Father Abraham, send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water
and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.

But Abraham said, Son, O remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things
and likewise Lazarus evil things; but now he is comforted
and thou are tormented.

And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed;
so that they who would pass from hence to you cannot;
neither can they pass to us that would come from thence.

Then he [the rich man, also known as Dives, another name for Pluto or Hades, Lord of the Underworld]
said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldst send him to my father's house;

For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come to this place of torment.

Abraham saith unto him: They have had Moses, and the prophets -
let them hear them.

And he [Dives] saith,
Nay, father Abraham: but if one went unto them from the dead,they will repent.

And he [Abraham] said unto him,
If they hear not Moses and the prophets,
neither will they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead."

Luke XVI, 19-31.

More from Lincoln
Lincoln Cathedral (England): part of the frieze on the West front.
On the right, Lazarus is borne up to Heaven, while Dives and his friends are poleaxed into the jaws of Hell by a devil.


Lincoln - detail of the frieze after recent restoration - photographed by Tina Negus

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The abbey church of Moissac (Tarn-et-Garonne)
South front: Two dogs lick Lazarus' wounds, while Dives and his wife dine unconcernedly.

On the left of the frieze, Abraham clasps (the soul of) Lazarus to his bosom.

At Artaiz (Navarra), the scene is flanked by a woman giving birth and holding a pot,
and a probably-ithyphallic male whose separately-carved penis is missing.

Here is the parable in three panels, in an 11th century manuscript,
the Codex Aureus of Echternach.

A much more dramatic - almost El Greco - portrayal of the parable can be seen in the Museum of Romanesque Art in Barcelona.
A wall-painting from the celebrated church of San Clemente in Tahull (Lléida), it shows Lazarus in a strange perspective,
with a crutch, his feet licked by a kind of long-legged bulldog or mastiff.


It is worth noting that in some world-views (e.g. Celtic) the dog is considered to be a Healer.
In others, the dog is a Psychopomp.


A capital in the nave of the famous church dedicated to Mary Magdalen at Vézelay (Yonne) depicts the after-lives of Dives and Lazarus:
On the main face, Dives is being carried on his bier, nicely wrapped in linen, while devils gather round to drag him to Hell.

On the left side, Lazarus' soul in infantile innocence is carried up to Abraham's bosom in a mandorla.

At Moissac, a winged devil removes his wealth-in-a-bag...

click the picture for a detail

...while an owl and a demon appear to fight over his soul as it issues from his mouth (see detail)
his beautiful wife grieving by his elaborate bed.

The cathedral at Autun (Saône-et-Loire) is dedicated to St Lazarus, and on his feast-day (at Midsummer)
lepers were welcomed to hear - in a special space - a celebratory mass.
On this porch-capital Dives is feasting, while behind him a devil awaits. Saint-Sernin in Toulouse, Dives dines alone, while the dogs lick the haloed Lazarus' sores.


A weathered (as well as compressed) version on the façade at Burlats (Tarn).




Inside the little rural Romanesque church of Lignières (Loir-et-Cher)
is a post-Romanesque (probably late XIV century) fresco of the story.
Note the boar's head at Dives' feast.


Lazarus' soul, issuing from his mouth, is received by Abraham.
The dog's soul (to the eternal shame of the Abrahamic religions) is not.

The dying Dives in his four-poster bed (on the right) is approached by Hellish beasts
while Lazarus' soul (on the left) nestles in Abraham's bosom.
The text reads: Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus
that he may dip his finger in water to cool me.

Dives in Hell,
University of California, Davis, Shields Library, Special Collections, UCD BX2080 A2 1497,
detail of f. 73r (Lazarus and poor, thirsty Dives). Book of Hours, use of Rome. 1475-1499.

In this illustration of a 15th century German manuscript from Zierenberg
it looks as if Lazarus is being shooed away by a valet.


The compassionate dog
by Paolo Pagani (1655-1716)

..and by Fyodor Andreyovich Bronnikov.



This page is dedicated to the memories of Oscar and of As, Shep and Elektra.


Ironically, there is (to this day) a Crusader Order of St Lazarus


Herrade de Landsberg: Hortus Deliciarum, 12th.century.

A later mediæval manuscript illustration.

A thirteenth-century window in Bourges cathedral.


What might be considered an 'offshoot' of the Lazarus legend is the cult of St Roch,
patron saint of dogs, the falsely accused, bachelors...and of all those with contagious diseases -
smallpox, plague, leprosy, psoriasis, etc.
Like Lazarus he is almost always depicted with one or more dogs.

Roch, Rocco, Roque was supposedly born in Montpellier and, much later, imprisoned there on false charges.
In the picture below he is, typically, exhibiting a sore.


A statuette which seems to conflate him with St James the elder (with staff and cockle-shells)
while he indicates a sore. He is supposed to have made the pilgrimage to Rome, not Santiago de Compostela.


A 19th century Prayer Card on which he does not exhibit a sore.


A statue crudely inserted above the 13th century doorway of the church of St John the Baptist,
Caylus (Tarn-et-Garonne), my home village.
Here he holds a standard rather than the staff of St John the Greater.

Caylus was much visited by plague from the 14th to 17th centuries.