Theodoric applied the Roman law of crime
impartially to both races; and he rigourously interdicted the prosecution of
private wars and feuds. Unfortunately his subordinates were less scrupulous
than himself. The Ostrogothic soldiery maintained the national character for
lawlessness; the royal officers and judges were corrupt; men of means were
harassed by blackmailers and false informers; the poor and helpless were frequently
enslaved by force or fraud. The Italians could not forgive the Arian tenets of
their new rulers, even though the orthodox were tolerated and protected.
Naturally the clergy and the remnants of the Roman aristocracy sighed for an
imperial restoration. And Theodoric, rightly or wrongly, came to suspect them
all of treason. In his later years he meted out a terrible and barbarous
justice to the supposed authors of conspiracy - notably to the Senator Boethius,
who was beaten to death with clubs after a long period of rigourous
imprisonment. Boethius has vindicated his own fair name, and blackened for
ever that of Theodoric, by his immortal treatise, the Consolation of
Philosophy, composed in hourly expectation of death.
A Christian it would
seem, but certainly nurtured on the precepts of Plato and the Stoics, Boethius turned
in his extremity to these teachers for reassurance on the doubts which must
always afflict the just man enmeshed in undeserved misfortune. Himself a
philosopher only in his sublime optimism and his resolve to treat the
inevitable as immaterial, Boethius rivets the attention by his absolute
honesty. His book, revered in the Middle Ages as all but inspired, will be read
with interest and sympathy so long as honest men are vexed by human oppression
and the dispensations of a seemingly capricious destiny. But the footprints of
the Ostrogoths are effaced from the soil of Italy; the name of Theodoric is
scantily commemorated by some mosaics and a rifled mausoleum at Ravenna. Here
at least Time has done justice in the end; from all that age of violent deeds and
half-sincere ideals nothing has passed into the spiritual heritage of mankind
but the communings of one undaunted sufferer with his soul and God.