A
brief visit to the Usk valley, in the Marches between Wales and England, revealed some little-known [to me] history.
I saw Eternity the other night,
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
All calm, as it was bright,
And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years
Driv'n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow mov'd; in which the world
And all her train were hurl'd
I
did know of the 17th century poet Henry Vaughan, author of
devotional works with a mystical aspect and metaphysical manner in the wake of
Donne and Herbert. I didn’t know that he
was born and lived most of his life in the Usk valley at a place called
Llansanffraid, that he was ‘not born to’ English, but Welsh (presumably through
his mother), that his twin brother Thomas studied alchemy and hermeticism and
that their early adulthood coincided with the English Civil War, Commonwealth
and Restoration. Nor that in this
tumultuous time Henry remained loyal to the Anglican church, with its Catholic inheritance, rather
than to the Puritan version, which removed many clergy from their posts including
Thomas Vaughan, and banned the Prayerbook.
Before
that, he followed Thomas to Jesus College Oxford (a Welsh foundation, as
witnessed by a fine effigy of its founder in Abergavenny church) but soon left,
‘being designed by my father for the study of the law’ in London, ‘which the
sudden eruption of our later civil warres wholie frustrated’.
Like
many gentry sons, Vaughan supported the King, and joined the royalist forces
fighting and defeated near Chester in 1645. His first volume of poems was printed in 1646, his
second Olor Iscanus (Swan of Usk) was composed in 1647 and his third Silex
scintillans (Fiery or Flashing Flint) appeared in two volumes 1650 and 1655. He
made a virtue of retirement, identifying himself with the Silures who occupied
southern Wales in antiquity, composed ‘solitary devotions’ to substitute for
the liturgy and at some stage began to study medicine from the books then
available, a large number of which are to be found in a Philadelphia Library. He
also studied the natural history of Breconshire, partly for knowledge of
plants’ medicinal properties. John
Aubrey described him as ingenious (clever) but proud and humorous or
moody. He seems to have given up poetry
by the Restoration spent the next thirty years as a peripatetic, possibly
occasional doctor.
Landscape
features in Vaughan’s verse as evidence of the divine purpose, so his literary
heirs are Blake, Christina Rossetti, Gerald Manley Hopkins rather than
Wordsworth.
With
what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth,
Doth
thy transparent, cool, and wat'ry wealth,
Here
flowing fall,
And
chide and call,
As
if his liquid, loose retinue stay'd
Ling'ring,
and were of this steep place afraid.
The
common pass,
Where
clear as glass,
All
must descend
Not
to an end,
But
quick'ned by this deep and rocky grave.
Rise
to a longer course more bright and brave.
Dear
stream ! dear bank ! where often I
Have
sat, and pleased my pensive eye ;
Why,
since each drop of thy quick store
Runs
thither whence it flow'd before,
Should
poor souls fear a shade or night.
Who
came — sure — from a sea of light ?
Or,
since those drops are all sent back
So
sure to Thee that none doth lack,
Why
should frail flesh doubt any more
That
what God takes He'll not restore ?
There’s
a political message here, too; one wonders what Vaughan made, devotionally, of
Charles II and the restored Church.
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Alexander Voet St David Lewis, NPG |
He
probably had more in common and maybe some sympathy for the other notable
Christian from Usk, of whom I had never heard.
This was David Lewis, also Welsh, born in Abergavenny a few years before
Vaughan, who while Vaughan was a Royalist soldier converted to the Catholic
faith and was ordained priest in Rome, before joining the Jesuits and being
sent back to Wales to minister clandestinely to the faithful. He was successfully sheltered by local
recusant families with enough power to withstand both Puritans and Anglicans
until the ’Popish Plot’ and Exclusion Crisis of 1678-9, when Lewis was
arrested, tried in Monmouth, interrogated in London, offered freedom to recant
and confirm the plot and, when he refused, duly executed in Usk.
According
to his hagiography, no-one in Usk could
be persuaded to erect the gallows or act as hangman, for fear of popular
reprisals. On the scaffold he affirmed
his faith:
“My religion is Roman Catholic; in it I have lived
above these forty years; in it now I die, and so fixedly die, that if all the
good things in the world were offered to me to renounce it, all should not
remove me one hair’s breadth from the Roman Catholic faith. A Roman Catholic I
am; a Roman Catholic priest I am; a Roman Catholic priest of that order known
as the Society of Jesus, I am."
This was August 1679, when Henry Vaughan was 25
miles north up the Usk valley, where he died in 1695, being buried with a
similarly pious but less courageous epitaph
describing him as ‘Silurist, Doctor of Medicine, unworthy servant,
greatest of sinners, may God have mercy’.
They lived in interesting times. David Lewis, who has a gravestone outside
the church door in Usk, was canonised in
1970 along with 40 other ‘English Martyrs’.