St. Vincent was martyred during the Diocletian persecution of Christians (303-311). He was a deacon in the Roman settlement of Caesaraugusta, which today is the Spanish city of Zaragoza (aka Saragossa). Instead of a deacon’s customary dalmatic, he wears a cape-like chasuble over an alb. Another signifier of a deacon is draped over his left arm – the short scarf known as a maniple.
We find Vincent engaged in a conversation with his neighbor, St. Lawrence, which Vincent is enlivening with his expressive hands. Perched on his left shoulder, a raven, with its own role to play in the narrative of Vincent’s martyrdom.
Little is known about Vincent’s life aside from the colorful accounts of his martyrdom. The narrative in the Golden Legend appears to be based principally on the hymn to Vincent in the Peristephanon (“Crown of Martyrs”) of Prudentius, a late fourth century Christian poet who composed in Latin and may have been, like Vincent, a native of Caesaraugusta. The Peristephanon has been translated into delightful English verse by Len Krisak.
According to these accounts, Vincent served under Valerius, bishop of Caesaraugusta. Valerius had a speech impediment and often relied on Vincent to speak on his behalf. During the Diocletian persecution, Valerius and Vincent were arrested for refusing to sacrifice to the pagan gods and brought before Dacian, the Roman governor of Valencia.
The Pedestal
The left and center sides of the pedestal depict Vincent and Valerius coming before Dacian. (Dacian could be the twin brother of the emperor on St. Lawrence’s pedestal. Perhaps John Angel employed the same model for both figures.)
The elderly Valerius clings to Vincent. Vincent stands erect before Dacian with his hand on his heart as he states emphatically that neither he nor Valerius will deny their Christian faith.
Vincent’s response angers Dacian. With fist clenched and face contorted with rage, he threatens Vincent with the bone-crushing horrors of the rack. Vincent responds:
O unhappy man, how weenest [expect] thou to anger me? The more grievously that thou tormentest me, so much more pity shall God have on me. Arise up, thou unhappy man and cursed, and by thy wicked spirit thou shalt be vanquished, for thou shalt find me more stronger by the virtue of God to suffer thy torments, than thou hast power to torment me.
While Valerius is sent into exile, Vincent’s audacious challenge to Dacian earns him a triathlon of tortures. His bones are broken on the rack. (In some accounts, a wine press replaces the rack, which explains how Vincent became the patron saint of winemakers.) His flesh is lacerated by iron hooks, then seared on the gridiron. The pain he has suffered only strengthens Vincent’s resolve, as the Legend recounts: And for all this, he was unmovable, but he prayed our Lord Jesu Christ with joined hands up to heaven.
The exasperated Dacian then has Vincent taken to a dark prison cell where he is placed atop a bed of pottery shards with razor-sharp edges – the death of a thousand cuts. Dacian assumes that Vincent cannot possibly survive. But when Dacian’s henchmen peek into the cell, they find it filled with light, the shards transformed into fragrant flowers, and the air filled with the music of angels.
Dacian then orders that Vincent be transported to a soft bed where he hopes Vincent will recover sufficiently to be subjected to a new round of tortures. But this scheme also goes awry, for Vincent at last gives up his spirit to God.
The pedestal, which leaves the visualization of Vincent’s gruesome ordeals to the viewer’s imagination, now picks up the narrative after Vincent’s death. Directly behind Dacian, we see a bird – a raven. The Legend tells the story:
Then the body of St. Vincent was cast in a field for to be devoured of the beasts and fowls, by the commandment of Dacian, but it was kept by angels from touching of any beasts, and after came a raven which drove away all other birds and fowls, greater than he was, and chased away also a wolf with his bill and beak…
Wishing to be rid of Vincent for good, Dacian commands that Vincent’s body be recovered, placed in a sack, attached to a millstone, and buried at sea. On the right side of the pedestal, we see a sailor preparing to hoist the sack into the sea. In an amusing detail, fish gather to feast on the corpse. But by the time the boat returns to port, Vincent’s body has miraculously floated back to shore, intact.
Vincent then receives a proper burial, but this is just the beginning of Vincent’s further peregrinations. At some point, Vincent’s relics were interred in a basilica in Córdoba. During the Moorish invasion of the Iberian peninsula in the 8th-century, the relics were moved to Portugal for safekeeping. One account has them interred for a time on Cape St. Vincent, the extreme southwestern point in Europe. Today, with exception of his left arm, Vincent’s relics rest in Lisbon Cathedral in a silver reliquary depicting the casting of Vincent’s body into the sea.
The saint’s purported left arm can be viewed in a reliquary in the ambulatory of Valencia Cathedral.

Vincent’s Raven
The life-size raven perched on his shoulder makes Vincent stand out from the other figures in the portal. The raven is one of Vincent’s standard attributes, but one wonders if its prominence indicates a symbolic purpose beyond that of mere identification. I suggest that we might regard Vincent’s raven as a sign of God’s grace.
Ravens, by nature, are scavengers. Like vultures, they feed on decaying flesh. They are also one of the most intelligent species of birds, legendary for their cleverness. According to ornithologist Stephen Moss, “ravens have a larger brain relative to their body size than most birds.”
Moss reports that ravens are known to find food by cooperating with human hunters and mammalian predators such as wolves. Though ravens are too small to kill large prey like deer, they have one big advantage over humans and wolves – they fly. Moss explains:
Only the raven can reconnoiter a large area of ground, locate potential prey, and then return to guide the hunters towards the target. If the hunters succeed in making a kill, they will feast on the animal’s flesh. But when they are done, they leave the remains behind, with enough meat on the bones for the ravens to scavenge a hearty meal.
If we consider how courageously Vincent endured the most excruciating torments with unwavering faith in God, it is unthinkable that a loving God would be so ungracious as to allow Vincent’s lifeless body to suffer the final indignity of being ravaged by predators. Instead, God sends a raven to drive the predators away.
That the raven should be chosen for this task is as ironic as it is extraordinary, for the raven is itself a flesh-eating predator. To abstain from feasting on Vincent’s corpse is contrary to every one of a raven’s natural instincts. Just as remarkable is how fiercely the ravens defend the corpse from other predators. The ravens even turn against the wolves, their hunting partners, as Prudentius recounts in Len Krisak’s translation:
This bird, from nearby bushes, drove
Away a savage wolf by beating
With its raucous wings and cries,
With feathers slashing at the eyes.
Prudentius compares Vincent’s ravens to those in an Old Testament passage depicted in the central portal above the figures of Elijah and Elisha.

Here we see ravens again serving as agents of God’s grace. When the kingdom of Judah turns to the worship of Baal under the evil king Ahab, God withholds the rain. At God’s direction, the prophet Elijah escapes the wrath of Ahab and the drought by traveling to a brook in the wilderness. There “the ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning, and bread and meat in the evening, and he drank from the brook” (I Kings 17:6).
Ravens are uncommon in New York City. Perhaps it was God’s grace that brought a pair of living, breathing, squawking ravens to join the sculpted stone ravens on the west front last year. To the delight of local birders, the ravens built a nest in the gable of the south portal, high above the traffic roaring by on Amsterdam Avenue. When five chicks appeared this spring, the birders keeping watch on the nest rejoiced in much same spirit as did the psalmist many centuries before:
Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;
Make melody to our God upon the lyre!
He covers the heavens with clouds,
He prepares rain for the earth,
He makes grass grow upon the hills.
He gives to the beasts their food,
And to the young ravens which cry. (Ps. 147:7-9)

Sources
- “St. Vincent of Saragossa” in The Golden Legend, William Caxton translation, 1483. E-text by Paul Halsall. https://www.christianiconography.info/goldenLegend/
- Moss, Stephen. Ten Birds that Changed the World (2023).
- Prudentius. Prudentius’ Crown of Martyrs, Ken Krisak, translator (2020).
- Stracke, Richard. Saint Vincent of Saragossa: The Iconography. https://www.christianiconography.info/vincent.html

























