Roman Catholic chapels and churches in the parish
|the Catholics of
the neighbourhood were accustomed to assemble on Sundays and holidays,
at a house in Branch-place, Cable-street; and obtained admittance by
producing tickets, which were occasionally changed to prevent the
intrusion of spies. Here the divine mysteries were offered up, and in
this house the holy sacraments were administered to the faithful. A
public house, the Windmill, in Rosemary-lane, was also converted into a
house of prayer, and here Catholics met and assisted at the holy
sacrifice of the mass, unsuspected by the pursuivant or by the informer.|
We now come to the Catholic chapel in Virginia Street. Strange as it may appear, this chapel owes its origin in great measure to the project of a Portuguese Jew, named Emanuel; this man represented himself to doctor Challoner, and to the embassador from the court of Portugal, as a Catholic priest, and by means of papers which he had surreptitiously obtained, passed for a considerable time unsuspected; through his exertions the chapel was erected and placed under the protection of the king of Portugal, whose arms were fixed over the principal entrance, and it assumed the name of the Portuguese hospital. Emanuel was afterwards discovered to be an impostor, he was consequently driven from the chapel, and some years afterwards died in the poor-house of Whitechapel, in a state of wretchedness and abject poverty.
|1808, August. Much disturbance at Virginia Street Chapel, between the Committee and Chaplains of the said Chapel, concerning the alterations of the Chapel and the music introduced into the choir. The same being inflamed and at last breaking into an absolute fall out, Chaplains against Committee, I assisted at the Committee held on 25th inst., and reconciled both parties. Those who had used intemperate language at former meetings arose and begged pardon publicly for the same and for the offence they had given. Peace and harmony were restored. May discord never enter more among them! ... Mr. Berger, a German, having acquired a large fortune by success in business, made a present of more than twelve hundred pounds to Virginia Street in gratitude to Almighty God for granting him that success, and by this money the alterations in the Chapel were made and an organ and High Mass were introduced.|
|Times have changed very much, and we are not insensible to the
exertions of those liberal, enlightened statesmen, that brought about
the change. We have now a large chapel at Moorfields, which all the
world (!) frequent, and where, for years, the truths of religion have
been without fear announced ... Virginia Street, once an hospital
for foreign sailors, was at first nothing more than a room for the
priest. This has swelled into one of the most capacious chapels in
London; and the few that knelt and prayed in the priest's room, to hear
mass, has increased to the ten thousand of the actual present
VIRGINIA-STREET, Ratcliff-highway.—Mass every day at 10 o'clock; on
festivals of obligation at 8,10, and 12 o'clock; on Sundays at 8, 9,
10, and 11 o'clock. A discourse after the Gospel at High Mass. Vespers
at 3 o'clock on Sundays only, after which catechetical
instructions.—Chaplains, Rev. Messrs. Richard Horrabin, James Foley,
and James Doyle.|
The Chaplains of Virginia-street Chapel, are the spiritual directors of the East London Catholic Charity Schools, and have daily to attend the London Hospital, Mile-end-road, the receptacle of all accidents in the docks, wharfs, and ships, from Black-wall to London Bridge, as well as fifteen workhouses; the chief of which are St. George's in the East, Wapping, Ratcliff, Stepney-green, Aldgate, Crutched-friars, Barking, St. Dunstan's, and St. Olave's.
N.B. The Boys' School is now under the superintendence of two Christian Brothers, and contains seats for 180 Boys. The girls' school will accommodate 200 children. The late change and consequent alterations, &c., have involved the managers in a considerable debt, which, with the strictest economy, it will take them a long time to liquidate, unless some kind friends of the charity should come to their assistance, which God grant. Vide notice of these Schools in the sequel.
FIRST ANNUAL EXCURSION to and DEJEUNE at ROSHERVILLE GARDENS, GRAVESEND
for the Benefit of the above Society
on board that fast, commodious, and spacious Steam-Packet THE COMET, Capt. Hollingham, Commander,
on WEDNESDAY, JUNE 21st, 1848, "Coronation-day of the glorious Pope Pius IX"
The Friends and supporters of the Society are respectfully assured that no exertion shall be spared to make the 21st June, 1848,N.B. Dejeuné on table at 2p.m.
one of the most delightful, cheerful, and happy days of their existence.
An abundant and exquisite Repast will be provided in the gorgeous Banquet Hall of Rosherville's romantic Gardens,
surpassing combination of ingenious art and fertile nature.
A Full Band will be the whole day in attendance, gladdening the Banks of Old Father Thames,
and setting all hearts in joyous unison with the loveliness of the surrounding scenery.
The vessel will leave the Adelphi Pier, Strand, at 9 a.m. precisely, calling at the Tunnel Pier at half-past 9, and Brunswick Pier, Blackwall, at 10.
Tickets, 6s. each, Pier-dues, admission to Rotherhithe, and Banquet, included. Children (under ten years) half-price.
May be had of the Steward; at the Chapel house, Virginia Street; of Mrs. Muldary, Virginia Street; Mr. Ringrose, bookseller. Sherrard Street; Mr. Pagliano, Golden Square; Mr. Nind, Sabloniere Hotel, Leicester Square; Mr. Reardon, Quadrant, Regent Street; Mr. Augarde, 51 Oxford Street; Mr. Murphy, Star Street, Wapping; Mr. Madden, ditto; Mr. Jones, bookseller, Paternoster Row; Mr. Orpwood, ditto, Bihopsgate Street; Mrs. Wycherly, Back Road, St. George's East; Mr. Grimm, King's Head, Leather Lane, Holborn; Mr. Hewitt, Chymist, Well Street, Wellclose Square; Mr. Edward Moore, Chelsea; Mr. Lodge, ditto; Mr. Atchison, ditto: Mr. Smith, Artichoke, Cambridge Road; Mr. T. Tieghe, Limehouse.
Long live our holy, beloved, and immortal Father, Pius The Ninth!
have mounted the steps at the same time — indeed he would have gone
before them, but in both attempts he was restrained, as he was to
undergo the sentence elsewhere. In a few minutes the sheriffs
reappeared, the same procession was again formed, and they passed
through various rooms and passages to another door — that at which the
cart was waiting. He held down his head to avoid seeing what he knew
his eyes must otherwise encounter, and took his seat sorrowfully, — and
yet with something of a childish pride and pleasure, — in the vehicle.
The officers fell into their places at the sides, in front and in the
rear; the sheriffs’ carriages rolled on; a guard of soldiers surrounded
the whole; and they moved slowly forward through the throng and
pressure toward Lord Mansfield's ruined house.|
It was a sad sight — all the show, and strength, and glitter, assembled round one helpless creature — and sadder yet to note, as he rode along, how his wandering thoughts found strange encouragement in the crowded windows and the concourse in the streets; and how, even then, he felt the influence of the bright sky, and looked up, smiling, into its deep unfathomable blue. But there had been many such sights since the riots were over — some so moving in their nature, and so repulsive too, that they were far more calculated to awaken pity for the sufferers, than respect for that law whose strong arm seemed in more than one case to be as wantonly stretched forth now that all was safe, as it had been basely paralysed in time of danger.
Two cripples — both mere boys — one with a leg of wood, one who dragged his twisted limbs along by the help of a crutch, were hanged in this same Bloomsbury Square. As the cart was about to glide from under them, it was observed that they stood with their faces from, not to, the house they had assisted to despoil; and their misery was protracted that this omission might be remedied. Another boy was hanged in Bow Street; other young lads in various quarters of the town. Four wretched women, too, were put to death. In a word, those who suffered as rioters were, for the most part, the weakest, meanest, and most miserable among them. It was a most exquisite satire upon the false religious cry which had led to so much misery, that some of these people owned themselves to be Catholics, and begged to be attended by their own priests.
One young man was hanged in Bishopsgate Street, whose aged grey-headed father waited for him at the gallows, kissed him at its foot when he arrived, and sat there, on the ground, till they took him down. They would have given him the body of his child; but he had no hearse, no coffin, nothing to remove it in, being too poor — and walked meekly away beside the cart that took it back to prison, trying, as he went, to touch its lifeless hand.