Bargrave's catalogue: Rara, Antiqua, et Numismata Bargraviana (Canterbury Cathedral Lit MS E 16a) (44). Item, the finger of a Frenchman, which I brought from
Tholouse, the capital of
Languedoc, in France. The occasion this: there
is, amongst others, a great monastery of Franciscans, with a very
fair large church and cloisters, the earth of which place is
different from all others in this, that all the dead men and women’s
corps that are buried there turn not into putryfaction and
corruption, and so into earth, as in all other places; but, on the
contrary, the bodies that are buried there in the space of 2 years
are found in the posture that they were laid into the grave, dried
into a kind of momy, being all entire and whole, dried to almost
skin and bone,—the nerves or sinews and tendons stiffly
holding all the body together, that you may take it and place it
standing upright against a wall. And in the vaults whither these
dried corps are removed there are abundance of them, like so many
fagotts, and as stiff and strong. Among which they shewed us the
corps of a souldier, that died by the wound of a stabb with a dagger
in his breast, upon the orifice of which one of his hands lay flatt,
and when they pulled away the hand, the wound was plainly seen; but
let the hand go, and it returned to its place with force, as if it
had a resort or spring to force it to its proper place. I pulled the
hand away several times, and the nerves and tendons were so strong
that the hand returned with a lusty clap upon the wound. There
likewise they shewed us the corps of a physician (of their
acquaintance), which, when they put a clean piece of paper into one
hand and a pen into the other, when he stood in such a posture as if
he had seriously been a-writing a dose or prescription. The monks
told us that in one vault the principals of their order stood all in
a row, in the habit of the order, according to their seniority. They
proffered me the whole body of a little child, which I should out of
curiosity have accepted of, if I had then been homeward bound; but I
was then outward bound for the grand tour of France (or circle, as they call it), and so
again into Italy.