It has already been stated that during the monkish rule little was done in church-building; indeed, in what is now the Diocese of Manchester,[194] between 1291 and the suppression of the monasteries, there were not a dozen churches erected, whilst during the reign of Henry VIII. seven were built, several of which would perhaps be more properly described as chapels-of-ease; they were Ashworth, Denton, Blakley, Douglas, Hornby, Rivington, and Shaw. On the accession of Mary in 1553, there was a return to the old order of things, and Popery being once again established, the Lancashire Catholics were not slow in taking advantage of the opportunity; thus, we find that in 1558 the Mayor and Bailiffs of Liverpool ordered that the priest of St. John's altar should say Mass daily between the hours of five and six in the morning, that all labourers and well-disposed people might attend. During the troubled times which followed, two of Lancashire's sons became martyrs in the cause of the Protestant religion. John Bradford was a native of Manchester, where he was born in the early part of the century; he became Prebendary of St. Paul's and chaplain to Edward VI., but on his refusal to give up preaching the reformed doctrine he was sent to the Tower, and after an examination before the Lord Chancellor and the Bishop of London, and repeated appeals to conform, he was pronounced to be a heretic, and on June 30, 1554, he was burnt at Smithfield in the presence of a vast concourse of people. On reaching the place of execution he walked firmly up to the stake, and after a short prayer he took up a faggot and kissed it, and took off his coat and delivered it to his servant, and then, turning towards the people, he held up his hands, and exclaimed: "O England, England, repent thee of thy sins! Beware of idolatry, beware of antichrists, lest they deceive thee!" His hands were then tied and the fire lighted, and amidst the flames he was heard to say, "Strait is the way and narrow is the gate which leadeth unto life, and few there be that go in thereat." Fuller describes Bradford as "a most holy man, who, secretly in his closet, would so weep for his sins, one could have thought he would never have smiled again, and then, appearing in public, he would be so harmlessly pleasant, one would think he had never wept before." During his imprisonment he wrote to his mother, then living in Manchester, and tried to console her by the assurance that he was not going to die "as a thiefe, a murderer, or an adulterer," but as "a witness of Christ, hys gospel and veritye." He left several sermons which, together with his letters and an account of his life, were afterwards published.