listen without rebuke when he points out to my admiration detestable
monuments, or shows me a hole in the wall for a confessional. Yet this
splendid monument, its treasures of art and its fitting endowments, form
not the parts of Westminster which will concern me; for there is another
part which stands in frightful contrast, though in immediate contact with
this magnificence. In ancient times the existence of an abbey in any spot,
with a large staff of clergy and ample revenues, would have sufficed to
create around it a little paradise of comfort, cheerfulness and ease.
This, however, is not now the case. Close under the Abbey of Westminster
there lie concealed labyrinths of lanes and courts, and alleys and slums,
nests of ignorance, vice, depravity and crime, as well as of squalor,
wretchedness and disease; whose atmosphere is typhus, whose ventilation is
cholera; in which swarms a huge and almost countless population, in great
measure, nominally, at least, Catholic; haunts of filth which no sewerage
committee can reach; dark corners which no lighting board can brighten.
This is the part of Westminster which alone I covet, and which I shall be
glad to claim and to visit, as a blessed pasture in which sheep of Holy
Church are to be tended, in which a bishop’s godly work has to be done, of
consoling, converting and preserving. And if, as I humbly trust in God, it
shall be seen that this special culture, arising from the establishment of
our hierarchy, bears fruits of order, peacefulness, decency, religion and
virtue, it may be that the Holy See shall not be thought to have acted
unwisely, when it bound up the very soul and salvation of a Chief Pastor
with those of a city, whereof the name, indeed, is glorious, but the
purlieus infamous—in which the very grandeur of its public edifices is as
a shadow to screen from the public eye sin and misery the most appalling.
If the wealth of the Abbey be stagnant, and not diffusive; if it in no way
rescue the neighboring population from the depths in which it is sunk, let
there be no jealousy of any one who, by whatever name, is ready to make
the latter his care, without interfering with the former.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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