No, the picture above is not proof that I have "lost my marbles", nor is
it a mistake. We have seen plenty of evidence of the worst kind of
vicious British anti- Catholicism in recent weeks. But there is a
lesser, less spiteful kind, coming from that beefy, hale and hearty "not
chaps like us ,what?"strain of English life - probably now perishing in
the New Britain as modern crudity spreads and the decrepitation of the
Church of England reaches galloping speed.
But here is a beautiful piece of writing by the late Patrick O'Brian in
"Master and Commander". The hero Jack Aubrey has only lately received
his first command as "Master and Commander"of H.M. Brig Sophie. He is
chatting with his recently met Surgeon Stephen Maturin an educated
Irishman, whom he likes:
"Such a tedious damned morning. Each watch was to have just the same proportion of skilled hands in the various stations, and so on. Endless discussion. And, said he hitching himself a little closer to Stephen's ear, "I blundered into one of those unhappy gaffes..... I picked up the list and read off Flaherty, Lynch, Sullivan, Michael Kelly, Joseph Kelly, Sheridan and Aloysius Burke - those chaps that took the bounty at Liverpool - and I said "More of these damned Irish Papists; at this rate half the starboard watch will be made up of them, and we shall not be able to get by for beads"- meaning it pleasantly, you know.
But then I noticed a damned frozen kind of chill and I said to myself "Why Jack, you damned fool, Dillon is from Ireland and he takes it as a national reflexion."Whereas I had not meant anything so illiberal as a national reflexion, of course; only that I hated Papists. So I tried to put it right by a few well-turned flings against the Pope; but perhaps they were not as clever as I thought for they did not seem to answer."
"And you hate Papists, so? asked Stephen.
"Oh yes: and I hate paper work. But the Papists are a very wicked crew
too, you know, with confession and all that"said Jack. "And they tried
to blow up Parliament. Lord, how we used to keep up the Fifth of
November. One of my very best friends - you would not believe how kind -
was so upset when her mother married one that she took to mathematics
and Hebrew directly - aleph, beth - though she was the prettiest girl
for miles around - taught me navigation - splendid headpiece, bless her.
She told me quantities of things about the Papists : I forget it all
now, but they are certainly a very wicked crew. There is no trusting
them. Look at the rebellion they have just had."
"But my dear sir, the United Irishmen were primarily Protestants - their
leaders were Protestants. Wolfe Tone, and Napper Tandy were
Protestants.The Emmetts, the O'Connors, Simon Butler, Hamilton Rowan,
Lord Edward Fitzgerald were Protestants. And the whole idea of the club
was to unite Protestant and Catholic and Presbyterian Irishmen. The
Protestants it was who took the initiative."
"Oh? Well, I don't know much about it, as you see - I thought it was the
Papists. I was on the West Indies station at the time. But after a
great deal of this paper work I am quite ready to hate Papists and
Protestants, too, and Anabaptists and Methodies. And Jews. No - I don't
give a damn. But what really vexes me is that I should have got across
Dillon's hause like that; as I was saying there is nothing pleasanter
than good shipmates."
Of course, Jack is yet to discover that Stephen to whom he is speaking,
is himself a Catholic! The Aubrey/ Maturin series of novels are
brilliant on many levels and I heartily recommend them.
But the bluff, near mindless prejudice of Jack Aubrey rings wonderfully
true - in fact I have personally encountered something very close to it
only last year.
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