Ruth
Gledhill
Religion
Correspondent for the Times
A cache of letters hidden for
more than a century and
revealing a close friendship
between John Henry Newman and an
English nun has been unveiled
just weeks before the Cardinal’s
beatification by the Pope in
Birmingham. The letters show a
human side to the priest, who
wrote thousands of letters as
well as books, a novel and
poetry. Up to 70,000 people will
attend the Mass that represents
the Anglican convert’s
penultimate step before fully
fledged sainthood at Cofton Park
in Rednal in September.
Newman baptised Mary Bowden, the
daughter of one of his best
friends, John Bowden, from his Oxford days, when he was an Anglican cleric.
He remained close to her as she
grew up. They both became Roman
Catholics, she two years after
him and he one year after John
Bowden’s death in 1844. He
oversaw her entry into the
Monastery of the Visitation,
then in Westbury and now at
Waldron in
Sussex,
and witnessed her profession as
Sister Dominica. He wrote to her
frequently in the monastery and
was distraught when she died
from tuberculosis at the age of
37, when he was provost of the
Birmingham Oratory.
The Times
has seen the letters, preserved
by the nuns who in the past were
the official restorers for
historic documents held at the
Archbishop of Canterbury’s
London residence,
Lambeth Palace, along with a signed photograph
that Newman gave her.
The order of the Visitation
influenced Newman throughout his
life and from its co-founder,
the patron saint of journalists
Francis de Sales, he took his
motto, Cor ad Cor Loquitur or
Heart Speaks to Heart.
The letters have been analysed
by a member of the monastery’s
congregation, Peter Biddlecombe,
who reports his findings in a
paper published today on The
Times religion blog
Articles of Faith.
“We all know he was one of the
greatest letter writers of all
time,” he said. “We all know
that practically from childhood,
he wrote no end of private,
literary, religious as well as
business letters. Estimates put
the total at over 20,000. If
they were printed, they would
comprise more than 30 volumes of
closely packed text.”
Newman wrote to Sister Dominica
that she was “one of my most
faithful friends”. Her letters,
he said, were “always a pleasure
to me to read”. When she died,
he wrote: “She was young and I
am old and she is taken before
me. May I follow her and my soul
be with hers!”
In his 3,000-word sermon at her
profession, he said: “You, then,
my dear child, I have known
almost from your birth . . . I
baptised you rightly — then it
was long before I was a
Catholic, that according to the
Anglican rite, I took you in my
arms and baptised you with water
in the name of the Three Divine
Persons and signed you with the
sign of the cross. That baptism,
though administered in
ignorance, I believe to be fully
valid — wisely and mercifully
has the Church given you
conditional baptism on coming to
her lest there should be any
chance of mistake.”
The letters, in spidery hand
writing in black ink on white
paper, always began “My Dear
Child” and ended “John H Newman
of the Oratory”. He wrote to her
about the pressures of work and
debt. “I didn’t want the
Epiphany to run out without
writing to you — but I thought
never should I manage it from
the vast things I have had to
do. Besides the ordinary work of
a Priest, I am Sacristan and
then we have a school of about
70 boys and I have had to
examine them and send letters to
their parents.”
He asked for prayers for his
plans for an Oxford Oratory,
which hit problems. “There is a
very bad hitch, which it may
take a long time to get over and
for myself I am really
indifferent whether it is
removed or not but anyhow the
ejaculations and prayers which
have been offered for us, will
not be in vain.”
He also wrote: “I have had a
good deal to do with Christian
bills — and have had some
controversial letters forced on
me. And I am sadly in arrears.”
The letter obviously did the
trick, Biddlecombe reported.
Soon after he wrote: “How can I
sufficiently thank Rev Mother
and your community for so great
a benefit. One can’t measure
holy aspirations by £ s d . . .
Nor must I forget to thank your
novice, who was so kind as to
send me her contribution, and
whose pound is as much as ten
pounds for the faith.”