Francisco (de) Toral (1502–1571) was a Franciscan missionary in New Spain, and the first Bishop of Yucatán.
As part of his effort to Christianize the Indians of New Spain, Toral learned to speak the Nahuatl and Popoloca languages, and compiled a dictionary and grammar of the latter. He also charged Bernardino de Sahagún with the creation of the Historia General de las Cosas de Nueva España. In Yucatán he led an investigation into the alleged abuses of the Maya by Diego de Landa, employing Gaspar Antonio Chi as his interpreter; Landa would eventually be acquitted, and follow Toral as Bishop of Yucatán. He claimed that crosses were being burned, and human sacrifices were made in church. In the end, Mayans were considered innocent, based on the lack of proof.
| Catholic Church titles | ||
|---|---|---|
| Preceded by Diego de Estremera |
Guardian of Tecamachalco 1548–1550 |
Succeeded by Juan de Vesar |
| Preceded by Buenaventura de Salinas |
Guardian of Tecamachalco 1556–1557 |
Succeeded by Alonso de Molina |
| Preceded by Francisco de Bustamante |
Provincial of the Province of the Holy Gospel 1558–1561 |
Succeeded by Francisco de Bustamante |
| New diocese | Bishop of Yucatán 1561–1571 |
Succeeded by Diego de Landa |
| Persondata | |
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| Name | Toral, Francisco de |
| Alternative names | |
| Short description | Franciscan missionary bishop |
| Date of birth | 1502 |
| Place of birth | |
| Date of death | 1571 |
| Place of death | |
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