Showing posts with label Puritans. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 24, 2025

The Toleration Act of 1689 as Far as it Went—Which Was Not Very Far at All

 

King William shown giving his assent to the Act of Toleration.  His wife and co-monarch Queen Mary concurred.

All-in-all it sounded like a much bigger deal than it was when on May 24 William and Mary gave their joint Royal Assent to Englands Act of Toleration of 1689.  The act gave relief from persecution to a narrow set of exclusively Protestant dissenters—including Puritans, Baptists, and some Quakers.  Such largess was not extended to Catholics, Jews, non-Trinitarians, and atheists—a term applied to virtually no one we would recognize as godless today, but to a great many folks with unorthodox religious scruples. 

To even become eligible to stop being subject to arrest, imprisonment, and at least theoretically, execution by being burnt at the stake as heretics, nonconformists had to pledge an Oath of Allegiance to the monarchy and an Oath of Supremacy acknowledging the monarch as Supreme Governor of the Church of England as well as reject the Doctrine of Transubstantiation. This obviously excluded Catholics, but many Protestant dissenters, including most Quakers, eschewed oaths or had other objections.


                                                            The cover for the official publication of the Toleration Act.

Those who signed on the dotted line could cease looking over their shoulders for the sheriff and were even given leave to worship, but not in homes—who knew what kind of heresy might be preached in small gatherings behind the sanctity of the English home?  Their buildings could not be called churches—chapel or meetinghouse were the preferred terms—nor could the building have a bell tower or steeple.  Preachers had to be vetted for orthodox opinions and licensed by the state

Moreover, individual adherents of Dissenting sects were still banned from holding any public office, attending universities, and even testifying in certain court cases.  And, of course, they were subject to taxation in support of the established church.


Dissenters' Chapels or Meetinghouses were forbidden to have towers or steeples or most of the characteristics of a church building.  Like this early one in the market town of Devizes, Wiltshire.

The last person actually executed for heresy was the unfortunate dissenting clergyman Edward Wightman way back in 1612.  The Church of England and Protestants had become less concerned with each other than being united in opposition to the Papists who were seen as an existential threat not only to the established Church but to the monarchy.  William and Mary had come to the joint throne earlier the same year from the Netherlands in the Glorious Revolution as Protestant rulers to prevent the return of Catholic Stewarts.  They and Parliament hoped that the symbolic toleration of Protestant dissidents would solidify their rule.

Influential Enlightenment philosopher John Locke had been advocating for just such toleration for years.  But now it was especially politically expedient.


A woodcut portrait of the unfortunate Edinburgh student who was the last person executed for blasphemy in Great Britain in 1697.  His case has inspired poetry, plays, and even a musical. 

Under the Act perhaps some dissenters were safe from the lingering threat of the horrors of the flames and the stake.  But apparently a cheeky schoolboy still had plenty to worry about.  In 1697 Thomas Aikenhead was a 20 year old Edinburgh student who with the swaggering bravado of many a young man, and a tongue likely oiled by the Scottish national beverage, was overheard making shocking statements to his friends. To wit:

…that theology was a rhapsody of ill-invented nonsense, patched up partly of the moral doctrines of philosophers, and partly of poetical fictions and extravagant chimeras: That he ridiculed the holy scriptures, calling the Old Testament Ezra’s fables, in profane allusion to Esop’s Fables; That he railed on Christ, saying, he had learned magick in Egypt, which enabled him to perform those pranks which were called miracles: That he called the New Testament the history of the imposter Christ; That he said Moses was the better artist and the better politician; and he preferred Muhammad to Christ: That the Holy Scriptures were stuffed with such madness, nonsense, and contradictions, that he admired the stupidity of the world in being so long deluded by them: That he rejected the mystery of the Trinity as unworthy of refutation; and scoffed at the incarnation of Christ.

…Or so read the indictment against him for blasphemy drawn up by the zealous Lord Advocate, Sir James Stewart, who demanded the death penalty to set an example to others who might otherwise express such opinions in the future.  The boy refused to recant and a court convicted and sentenced him. 

The case was appealed to the Privy Council where two members of the Court and two prominent ministers begged for mercy on account of the defendant’s tender age.  The Council declined to commute the sentence unless the Church of Scotland interceded on his behalf.  Not only did the church refuse, but its General Assembly also urged “vigorous execution” to curb “the abounding of impiety and profanity in this land.”

At the appointed time the lad was taken from jail where upon he delivered a fine speech that may have been a semi-recantation and was taken to the gallows to be swung.  “the preachers who were the poor boy’s murderers crowded round him at the gallows, and…insulted heaven with prayers more blasphemous than anything he had uttered,” according to Thomas Macaulays much later account.

Aikenhead’s death was a testimony to how hollow Toleration could be.  He may have been the last to be sent to the gallows for blasphemy, but plenty more would rot in prison for it.  The last would be John William Gott of the Freethought Socialist League who served the last of several sentences with 9 months at hard labor in 1922.  Yes, you read that right, 1922.  The harsh conditions of his final imprisonment broke his health and he died at the age of 56 shortly after his release.


Boston Puritans were happy to hang young Quaker Mary Dyer and two of her co-religionists.  Illustrator Howard Pyle painted her been marched to her doom in a public spectacle.

But back to the days and years after the Act.  It affected the far off North American Colonies.  Perhaps nowhere more significantly than in New England The virtual Puritan theocracy there saw that the act gave some relief to their English cousins.  But they had always vigorously persecuted any deviation from their own Standing Order.  Baptist Roger Williams was driven out to establish Rhode IslandAnne Hutchinson, her family and allies were banished in 1637 and she had to make a nearly fatal 40 mile trek through virtual wilderness to join Williams.  Mary Dyer and her family were allies of Hutchinson and were also banished.  But Mary returned to England where she met William Fox and became a Quaker preacher.  She boldly returned to Boston, where the pious authorities were glad to hang her and three other Quakers in 1660.

Now, under the Act of Toleration, Protestant dissidents were finally given some measure of freedom in the New England colonies.  Not, however, Catholics who remained in danger.

Naturally Rhode Island and William Penns Pennsylvania went further than the Act required and forbad any established religion.  They were joined by neighboring New Jersey and Delaware.  But only Pennsylvania extended toleration to Catholics.  In Maryland, the proprietary colony of Catholic Lord Baltimore, Anglican settlers had swamped his first Catholic settlement and upon gaining the upper hand in the Assembly had promptly disenfranchised the “bloody Papists.”


Virginia Anglicans refused to acknowledge that the Toleration Act applied to the Established Church of the Commonwealth and continued to harass, assault, jail, and fine dissenters.  Here a mob dunks to Baptist Preachers found conducting an open air worship.  As a result Baptists became one of the leading proponents of both religious toleration and strict separation of Church and State.

In Virginia the haughty planters who controlled the government refused to recognize that the Act of Toleration applied to them.  They rallied to the support of the Anglican clergy who demanded the persecution of rapidly spreading dissenting sects, particularly the pesky Baptists.  Baptist preachers were assaulted and arrested, open air meetings were rousted by the militia, homes invaded to prevent private services.  The persecution continued for decades, as did appeals by the Baptists for relief.  Despite numerous attempts and the support of some members of the elite who were schooled in the Scottish Enlightenment, Virginia failed to extend protections to the Baptists and others right up to the American Revolution


Thomas Jefferson, shown in an official Presidential portrait years after the fact, considered the Virginia Statute of Religious Freedom in 1777 as one of his greatest achievements.

A sympathetic Thomas Jefferson and his allies would finally rectify matters with the Virginia Statute of Religious Freedom in 1777.  Jefferson’s ally James Madison would ensure that religious liberty and the Separation of Church and State were enshrined in the new Constitution.

Back in the Mother Country a long list of reform acts slowly, excruciatingly slowly, widened what passed for religious freedom.  Here is a list to give you some idea.

The Papists Act of 1778—Allowed some Catholics who would make oaths of loyalty to the Crown and reject claims of Pretenders to hold some public offices, inherit or purchase landPerpetual imprisonment for keeping school was abolished and the persecution of Catholic clergy lifted.

Roman Catholic Relief Act 1791—Admitted Catholics to the practice of law, permitted the exercise of their religion, and the existence of their schools.  Chapels, schools, officiating priests, and teachers were to be registered; assemblies with locked doors, as well as steeples and bells to chapels, were forbidden; priests were not to wear their robes or to hold service in the open air; children of Protestants were not to be admitted to their schools; monastic orders and endowments of schools and colleges were prohibited.

Doctrine of the Trinity Act 1813—Extended the protections of the Act of Toleration of 1689 to Unitarians on the same basis as other Protestants.

Roman Catholic Relief Act 1829—Allowed Catholics to be elected to Parliament and most Crown offices.

Roman Catholic Charities Act of 1832—Extended the protection of the Act of Toleration to Catholic schools, places of worship, education, and charities.

Religious Disabilities Act 1846Ended most remaining restrictions on Catholics for education, charities, and property although Oxford, Cambridge, and Durham Universities were allowed to ban Catholics.


 Jews, once driven from the Kingdom, did not receive protections under the Toleration Act until 1858 during the reign of Queen Victoria.

Jews Relief Act 1858—Extended the protection of the Act of Toleration to Jewish schools, places of worship, education, and charities.

Places of Worship Registration Act 1855—Offered an optional system of registration for non-Anglican places of worship was passed which gave certain legal and fiscal advantages for those that registered, and finally held that “alternative religion was not only lawful, but was often facilitated by the law.”

University Tests Act 1871—Allowed Oxford, Cambridge and Durham Universities to admit Catholics and allow them on their faculties.

Promissory Oaths Act 1871Repealed most, but not all, of the remaining restrictive clauses of the Act of Toleration.

Statute Law (Repeals) Act 1969—Repealed the final remaining provisions of the Toleration Act.

Criminal Justice and Immigration Act 2008—abolished the common law offenses of blasphemy and blasphemous libel in England and Wales.  Blasphemy remains a criminal offense in Scotland.

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 After his Coronation King Charles III was blessed by Orthodox, Coptic, and Catholic prelates.  Sheiks, Jews, and Imans got their turn to, but not pagans like Wiccans and Modern Druids, or avowedly on the skeptic/agnostic/atheist spectrum.

The Church of Scotland—Presbyterian—is a “National Church but not a State Church.”  The Anglican Church of Ireland was disestablished as a State Church by the Irish Church Act 1869.  The Anglican Church in Wales was disestablished by the Welsh Church Act 1914.  But the Church of England remains the state church there with King Charles III now as its official head who ironically shares his name with a Monarch beheaded for religious reasons.  After being Crowned in Westminster Abby and exiting the chapel and while still ceremonially robed allowed himself to be blessed by Catholic prelates, ministers of dissenting sects, and even SikhsRabbis, and Imans.

 

 

Tuesday, March 4, 2025

Tossed Like Beads—Mardi Gras with Murfin Verse



Note—It’s a busy time on major religion calendars.  As Muslims observe the month of Ramadan with fasting, prayer, and purification, Western Christians will begin their own period of  austerity  preparation on Ash Wednesday, March 5.  That means a final party—a carnival—is celebrated on Fat Tuesday, Mardis Gras.  And so we have a two-fer—the second entry for today. 

Revelers are crowding the French Quarter again in New Orleans 

There are a downsides to having been raised vaguely Protestant and residing in sometimes inhospitable northern climes.  Perhaps the biggest is regarding with wistful envy the liberating extravagance of Carnival and Mardi Gras.  It is the un-religious holiday—a day of wallowing in the ways of the flesh and merry making before getting down to the serious and unpleasant tasks of the proper piety of Lent.

Catholics seem to know how to take advantage of the opportunity, especially in warm places where the streets beckon—New Orleans and Rio de Janeiro most famously.  But folks from countries where Romance languages are spoken can find ways to celebrate even in icy Quebec City.  

It's Mardis Gras in warm places.

The idea is simple.  Finnish up the Christmas season on the Feast of the Epiphany, the fixed day of January 11, and then coast down the hill of Ordinary Time until Ash Wednesday kicks off of Lent, which by the lunar calendar falls anywhere from February to March, gathering speed all the while.

It is the “dead of winter.”  Even in Mediterranean countries it was dark and often cold.  Folks stayed inside more, got on each others’ nerves.  But by Fat Tuesday, the sap was running and Spring seemed just over the horizon.  Perfect for one last opportunity to bust loose before breaking out the sack cloth and ashes.

Protestants, particularly Calvinists, their decedents, and those who stood close enough by to be infected, took a dim view of the whole process.  More Papist/pagan nonsense to them.  A good Calvinist existed in a state of perpetual Lent.  The experience of any sensual pleasure was regarded as a sinful distraction from contemplation of the awesome majesty of God and our totally undeserving souls.  It was for good reason that Puritanism has been described as the nagging suspicion that somewhere, somehow, somebody is having a good time.

  

Cute.  But English alter boys flipping pancakes is a poor substitute of sex, sin, and degradation

England, I am told, once celebrated Carnival—a cultural gift of the Norman French aristocracy.  Cromwell and his boys pretty much wiped that out at the point of the sword.  Even when Kings remounted the Throne and the Anglican Church regained the upper hand, the old traditions fell away.  They shrank the celebration down to something called Shrove Tuesday, which is celebrated mostly by making and eating pancakes.  Now I bow to no man in my affection for the flapjack or griddle cake, but even a high pile drenched in butter and real maple syrup is a poor substitute for dancing semi-naked in the streets.  Brits passed this tradition on to all the former pink spots on the globe where the Empire once ruled and to all the Protestant sects derived from Anglicanism and Calvinism.

Of course, not all Catholics party with absolute abandon.  Those from northern and eastern Europe either never celebrated or toned down Carnival.  The Poles celebrate with Pączki Day (pronounced pŭtch-kē).  In the old country it was held on the Thursday before Ash Wednesday, but in the immigrant communities of North America it is held on Fat Tuesday.  Folks line up at bakeries at the crack of dawn to purchase pączkis, a kind of jelly doughnut made only once a year.  This is a much bigger deal than it sounds on Chicago’s Milwaukee Ave, the main street of the Windy Citys Polonia.

Near riots have been known to break out at certain celebrated Chicago bakeries.  Purists denounce the faux Pacziki sold in boxes at supermarkets starting weeks before Fat Tuesday--pretty much ordinary jelly donuts with plenty of preservatives.  Only fresh bakery ones served by a grandmotherly lady in a hairnet with a thick accent are acceptable. 

In Germany, the Baltic states, and Scandinavian Fat Tuesday is likewise celebrated with special local pastries meant to use up the supply of sugar and lard before the Lenten fast.

Tonight night the biggest and most honored Krews will be conducting their parades in New Orleans. 

Down there, they take Mardi Gras seriously and have stretched it to the whole season between the Epiphany and Lent.  Various parades have been winding down the streets of different neighborhoods for weeks, each followed by its own Ball.  The streets of the French Quarter will be crowded this evening.  Many revelers, as always, are drunken northerners and Calvinist escapees.  They will party next to the locals, drinking copiously, begging for beads cast from the parade floats, and eying the pretty young girls flashing their tits.

 Everyone will forget sturm und drang, dread, and chaos of this new year.  Even a good many MAGA loyalists, Christian nationalist acolytes, and the rest of that tribe will be at the big party in the Big Easy hoping that TV cameras do not broadcast their participation back home.

Kill joy Donald Trump will make his first address to the Joint Houses of Congress for his second term tonight.  Mardi Gras partiers will miss it.  Given the grim circumstances of the world, it will be a buzz kill for those at home trying to celebrate vicariously.  Drinking games like downing shots for every lie or incoherent rant could rival the consumption of the heartiest revelers on Bourbon Street.  I will dutifully tune in, but I will wish I was with them in New Orleans.  It’s been far too long since the Old Man reveled in sin and degradation. 

Eleven years ago, Social Justice Committee of the Tree of Life Unitarian Universalist Congregation in McHenry was scheduled to dutifully meet to do its earnest work on the evening of Fat Tuesday.   We were, after all, the stepchildren of those old Massachusetts Puritans.  As Chair it was customary for me to open the proceedings with a reflection.  Usually, it was a reading I snatched from the internet.  But that bitterly cold night smack dab in the Winter that would not end with howling winds blowing snow dangerously across the roads, we gathered anyway. I read them this.  Fitting and apt.   Sitting through my poetry ought to be hair shirt enough for any Puritan.

 

                                                 The radical equality of Samba dancers in Carnival in Rio.

A Prayer for a Committee Meeting on Mardi Gras
March 4, 2014

        Drudges like us throw on our heavy coats
                and slog through the still arctic night
                to rendezvous around a table
                for the earnest business of making the world
                a kinder place
                or so we tell ourselves.

        We pass the hours elbow deep
                in the common dishwater
                of routine and rote,
               duty and debate
               and adjourn the world not moved
               a centimeter from its calamitous orbit.

        But tonight in the Big Easy,
              down in Rio or far off Nice,
                    any of the warm places
                    where the evening pulses expectantly,
            they don masks and dance heedless
            in the streets.

        In timeless Carnival
             the rich and poor,
                 Black and White,
                    queer and straight
                        alien and citizen
            revel together in absolute equality.

        In the common streets
             justice rolls down like bons temps
             and righteousness,
             the enemy of comity,
             is tucked away in a samba dancer’s thong.

        For this one night there is Joy
             and the old world dances to a coronet.

        Patrick Murfin



Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Anne Bradstreet Was Puritan Goodwife and Colonial America’s First Published Poet

No authentic portrait of Anne Bradshaw exists.  Puritan women were generally not considered important enough for the expense of a painting.  She is usually depicted as a generic Puritan woman of her era.  We know that she was dark haired, small, and plagued by ill health and the toll of eight childbirths.  Her attractive face was scarred by small pox. 

It is easy to identify the essential founder of American literature if you put preconceived notions aside.  Despite a near glut of over educated clergy and highly literate laymen, the first poetic voice to emerge from the struggling colonies in New England and first published poet to rise from the stony soil was a sickly young woman, the mother of eight, who was discouraged in every way from expressing herself.

Anne Dudley was born in North Hamptonshire, England on or about March 20 by the old Julian Calendar in 1612.  Her father Thomas was a Puritan leader and her mother Dorothy Yorke was the well-read daughter of a noble family. Her parents took Simon Bradstreet, the son of a minister, into their household when his father died when she was 16 and he was 25.  Anne married the man who had been a virtual brother to her.

 

Bradstreet was commemorated by this stained glass window in the dissenter's chapel in her English hometown.

Young Bradstreet became a junior officer of the Massachusetts Bay Company and her father an investor and supporter.  In 1630 the whole extended family boarded the Arabella, the flagship of the Winthrop Fleet of 11 vessels that brought the first large wave of the great Puritan Migration to re-enforce the tiny, struggling colonies planted two years earlier.

Thomas Dudley soon became Governor John Winthrops Deputy and Bradstreet took the third ranking post of administrator.  Frail young Anne had suffered on the arduous sea voyage and found the primitive life of a frontier village hard.  She suffered from a variety of ailments, including smallpox which scarred her face, and a joint condition, probably rheumatoid arthritis.  Both her husband and father frequently traveled to other Puritan villages in their duties.  She passed these times when she was bed ridden by studying her father’s extensive library.  She mastered not only the Bible, as expected, but dense theological texts and works in Latin, French, and German.  She also read and adored poetry and began to compose verse of her own which she shared privately with her family.

 

Simon Bradshaw in middle age.  Anne's husband was a member of the Puritan governing elite.

Despite her frail health and scholarly bent, Anne was a devoted wife.  She gave birth to eight children who she doted on.

As the Colony prospered, so did her family’s prospects.  They helped establish the new principal city of Boston and in a few years moved across the Charles River to New Town, soon to be renamed Cambridge.  In 1636 both her husband and father became founders of Harvard University, from which two of her sons would later graduate.

Anne Bradtreet was close friend of Anne Hutchinson and shared many of her religious opinions.  She witnessed Hutchinson's persecution, exile, and eventual hanging at the hands of Governor Winthrop, her husband's mentor and closest associate. 

The following year Anne received a strong lesson on the perils of being caught making public expressions when her close friend, Anne Hutchinson, with whom she privately shared many opinions, was brought to trial before Governor Winthrop and sentenced to exile from the colony, expected to be a death sentence by starvation among the “savages” and eventually execution by hanging for heresy.

The family moved twice more, first to Ipswich and finally to North Andover in 1640.

 

The title page of the English first edition of Bradstreet's poem.  Note the publisher's address.

It was with some consternation that Anne learned that her brother-in-law the Rev. John Woodbridge had secretly copied her poems and taken them to London where they were published in 1650 under the title, The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America, by a Gentlewoman of those Parts.  None-the-less, she was proud of the accomplishment, and the laudatory interest with which it was received. 

Anne continued to write, although not for publication.  Here themes were as wide ranging as her reading—by this time she had amassed a personal library of perhaps 800 books, perhaps the greatest depository in the colony.  She touched on religious themes, but also closely observed nature, politics, and domestic life.  She wrote both short pieces and long, almost epic verse dense with allusion.  She composed a series of devotions for her family’s private use,

Increasingly crippled and bed ridden more frequently, Anne suffered the loss of a beloved daughter and other relatives and a devastating 1666 house fire that destroyed virtually everything the family owned, including Anne’s precious library.  Despite these reversals she continued to passionately embrace life and thank God.

Bradstreet's last house in North Andover.  It still stands and is marked as the "Governor Bradstreet House."  

Due to her family’s prominence, they were able to rebuild a comfortable home.  Anne died there in on September 16, 1672 at the age of 60. 

An expanded American edition of The Tenth Muse including several unpublished poems was published posthumously in 1678 in Boston as Several Poems Compiled with Great Wit and Learning.  Despite the lingering Puritan disdain for expression by women, no less an august personage than Cotton Mather himself admired the work.

In the mid-19th Century, the religious poems she composed for her family were published as Contemplations and brought about renewed interest in her as a poet.  By the early 1900’s, however, her work was dismissed as a historical curiosity rather than as a substantial contribution to literature.

 

Bradstreet's last house in North Andover.  It still stands and is marked as the "Governor Bradstreet House." 

The rise in womens studies set off a re-assessment of her work, which is now regarded as both highly original in many respects and well constructed within the poetic disciplines of her time.

 

Anne Bradstreet made other contributions to American letters, culture, and public life through her many descendents who include Ralph Waldo Emerson, the Rev. William Ellery Channing, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. and Jr., Richard Henry Dana, abolitionist Wendell Phillips, Sarah Orne Jewett, Herbert Hoover, Justice David Sauter, and actors John Lithgow and Sarah Jessica Parker.  

 

Sometime after the London publication of The Tenth Muse Anne wrote her thoughts of mingled shame and pride in a poem, naturally.

 

The Author to Her Book

 

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,

Who after birth didst by my side remain,

Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,

Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,

Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,

Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).

At thy return my blushing was not small,

My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,

I cast thee by as one unfit for light,

The visage was so irksome in my sight;

Yet being mine own, at length affection would

Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.

I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,

And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.

I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,

Yet still thou run’st more hobbling than is meet;

In better dress to trim thee was my mind,

But nought save homespun cloth I’ th house I find.

In this array ‘mongst vulgars may’st thou roam.

In critic’s hands beware thou dost not come,

And take thy way where yet thou art not known;

If for thy father asked, say thou hadst none;

And for thy mother, she alas is poor,

Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.

 

—Anne Bradstreet