CHAPTER III

THE TEMPLE CHURCH

It is natural to turn from this story of the Templars to the Round

Church in the Temple, which is their chief memorial. We leave the roar

and rattle of Fleet Street, and pass through the low Gateway of the

Inner Temple into the narrow lane which leads us between the gross

modern buildings, called after Oliver Goldsmith and Dr. Johnson, to the

west end of the Church--the west end, which is formed by the round

building which we have already mentioned.

The Gate-House beneath which we have passed is in itself a building of

no ordinary interest. It is, as we now see it, a modern (1905) version

of an old timber and rough-cast house, with projecting upper stories,

pleasantly contrasting with the Palladian splendour of the adjoining

Bank. It was built ‘over and beside the gateway and the lane’ in 1610 by

one John Bennett, and was perhaps designed by Inigo Jones. The room on

the first floor was, there is every reason to suppose, used by the

Prince of Wales as his Council Chamber for the Duchy of Cornwall. It

contains some fine Jacobean and Georgian panelling, an admirable

eighteenth-century staircase, and an elaborate and beautiful Jacobean

plaster ceiling, with the initials, motto, and feathers of Prince Henry,

who died 1612.

This is No. 17, Fleet Street. No. 16, to the west of it, with the sign

of the Pope’s Head, was the shop of Bernard Lintot, who published Pope’s

‘Homer,’ and later of Jacob Robinson, the bookseller and publisher, with

whom Edmund Burke lodged when ‘eating his dinners’ as a student of the

Middle Temple.

The Gate-House escaped the Fire of London, and, having been restored, is

now preserved to the public use by the London County Council.[17] It

forms an appropriate introduction to those narrow lanes and quiet Courts

and that lovely Church, whose pavements once resounded with the tread of

the mail-clad champions of Christendom, and echo now with the softer

footfall of bewigged, begowned Limbs of the Law. Dull and prosaic must

he be indeed who cannot here feel the thrill of imagination which

stirred the soul of Tom Pinch as he wandered through these Courts:

‘Every echo of his footsteps sounded to him like a sound from the old

walls and pavements, wanting language to relate the histories of the

dim, dismal rooms; to tell him what lost documents were decaying in

forgotten corners of the shut-up cellars, from whose lattices such

mouldy sighs came breathing forth as he went past; to whisper of dark

bins of rare old wine, bricked up in vaults among the old foundations of

the Halls; or mutter in a lower tone yet darker legends of the

cross-legged knights, whose marble effigies were in the Church’ (‘Martin

Chuzzlewit’).

The Round part of the Church of the Knights Templars, which we now see

lying below us, is one of the very few instances of Norman work left in

London--the only instance, save the superb fragments of St.

Bartholomew’s Church and the splendid whole of the Tower of London. It

was dedicated, as we have seen, in 1185 to St. Mary by Heraclius,

Patriarch of Jerusalem. This fact was recorded on a stone over the door,

engraved in the time of Elizabeth, and said by Stow to be an

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF THE TEMPLE CHURCH

A ROUND CHURCH of the Order of Knights Templars (dedicated in 1185). The

oblong nave is seen through the pillars of polished Purbeck marble

(1240).]

accurate copy of an older one. It also proclaimed an Indulgence of sixty

days to annual visitors, the earliest known example, I believe, of this

particular form of taxation. The Church was again dedicated in 1240. The

rectangular portion of the Church, the Eastern portion added to the

Western Round, was now probably reconstructed, supplanting a former

chancel or choir, just at the period when the new Pointed style had

ousted the round Norman.

The circular type of church is not peculiar to the Order of Templars, as

we have seen, or even to the Christians, but the choice of it was due in

this case to the practice of imitating the architecture, as the

topography, of the Holy Places at Jerusalem. In England, Round Churches

occur at Ludlow and Cambridge (1101), built before the Knights of the

Temple were established. St. Sepulchre at Northampton is possibly a

Templar Church, but the Round Church at Little Maplestead in Essex

belongs to the twelfth and thirteenth centuries, and was built by the

Knights Hospitallers.

The Temple Church escaped the Fire of London as by a miracle, for the

flames came as near as the Master’s House at the East End. It escaped

the fire of 1678, when the old Chapel[18] of St. Anne, once perhaps the

scene of the initiation of the Knights Templars, lying at the junction

of Round and Rectangle, was destroyed by gunpowder to save the church.

But it could not escape the destroying hands of the nineteenth-century

Goths. For here, between 1824 and 1840, the great Gothic Revivalists

indulged in one of their most ineffable and ineffaceable triumphs of

intemperate enthusiasm. The Round part of the Church was almost rebuilt,

and the old carvings were supplanted by inferior modern work. The

conical roof was added; the horrid battlements banished. The old marble

columns were removed and replaced by new ones, to obtain which the old

Purbeck quarries were reopened. This marble takes an extraordinarily

high polish, and presents a surface so clean and lustrous as to be

almost shocking in its contrast to our dingy London atmosphere, and

buildings begrimed with dirt and soot.

The many brasses, which Camden praised, have disappeared; the rich

collection of tablets and monuments and inscribed gravestones that once

pleased the eye of Pepys, and formed a feast of heraldic ornament, has

been dispersed, and found sanctuary in the tiny Churchyard without, on

the north side of the Church, or in the Triforium. The floor of the

Church was, at the same time, wisely lowered to its original level, and

covered with a pavement of tiles designed after the pattern of the

remains of old ones found there, or in the Chapter House of Westminster.

A continuous stone bench, or sedile, which runs round the base of the

walls was added at this period, together with the delightful arcade

above it, with grotesque and other heads in the spandrels. The wheel

window--a lovely thing--was uncovered and filled with stained glass, and

the windows in the circular aisle of the Round have since been filled by

Mr. Charles Winston with stained glass which is good, but the colour of

which it is absurd to compare, as Mr. Baylis does, with the blues and

rubies of the glass of the best period. It is to be hoped that the

remaining windows will not be filled with coloured glass, as Mr.

Baylis[19] suggests, for the interior of the Round is too dark already.

The result of all this Gothic reconstruction is that, save for the old

rough stones in the exterior Round walls, and some of the ornate

semicircular arches, the Templars’ Church exists no more. The grandeur,

beauty, and historical interest of their building can be gathered now

from old engravings only; the monuments of many famous men, in judicial

robes and with shields rich in heraldry, a representative gallery of

unbroken centuries, which once crowded its floors, must be judged by

broken and scattered fragments. What we have is a reconstruction such as

the Restorers chose to give us--that is, a light and very pleasing Early

English interior, fitted into a Round Norman exterior, beneath the

remaining arcade of round arches and windows.[20]

If the enthusiasm of the Restorers, however, led them to destroy so that

we can never forgive them for having taken from us original work for the

sake of indulging their own fancy, yet it is evident that there was

much for them legitimately to undo. There were plaster and stucco, and

dividing gallery and whitewashed ceiling, and all the usual horrors of

the eighteenth century, to be got rid of. The graves and monuments were

historically interesting, but they crowded the little church unbearably.

And at least the Restorers have given us beautiful work of their own,

and a seemly and beautiful sanctuary worthy of the place.

The Round is entered by a western door--a massive oaken door superbly

hung upon enormous hinges, quite modern. It closes beneath a

semicircular arch enriched by deeply-recessed columns with foliated

capitals of the transitional Norman style, though all this work, like

the Gothic Porch which contains it, is modern restoration. The scene as

we enter the Church is one of striking singularity. Near at hand is the

arcaded sedile about the walls of the Round, and through six clustered

columns of great elegance, made of polished Purbeck marble, which

support the dome, we catch a glimpse of the polished marble columns in

the Choir, the lancet windows in the North and South walls, and the

three stained windows of the East End, beneath which the gilded Reredos

glitters. And through the painted windows of the Round itself the light

strikes upon a wonderful series of monumental recumbent figures, some of

which are made of this flashing Purbeck marble too. It is a strange,

unforgettable sight, that summons up unbidden the vision of the

Red-Cross Knights, to the tread of whose mailed feet these pavements

rang, when, beneath their baucéant banners, they gathered here to the

Dedication of their Temple.

These monuments, though re-arranged and restored indeed by Richardson,

1840, are still of great interest. Nine only out of eleven formerly

mentioned remain. Two groups of four each lie beneath the Dome, with the

ninth close by the South wall, balancing a stone coffin near the North.

Two of them belong to the twelfth century and seven to the thirteenth,

and these silent figures wear the armour of that period--the chain mail

and long surcoats, the early goad spurs, the long shields and swords,

the belts, and mufflers of mail.

The Monuments in the Temple Church have been frequently described, by

Stow and Weever, for instance, by Dugdale,[21] and by Gough.[22] The

tradition that they represent ‘ancient British Kings,’ or even

necessarily Templars, has been long exploded. The theory that every

figure whose legs are crossed in effigy belonged to that Order has been

consigned to the limbo of vulgar errors. But five of these effigies are

mentioned by Stow as being of armed Knights ‘lying cross-legged as men

vowed to the Holy Land, against the infidels and unbelieving Jews.’ And

it is very probable that cross-legs did indicate those who had either

undertaken a Crusade or vowed themselves to the Holy Land. At any rate,

I know no evidence to show that this was _not_ the symbolism by which

the medieval mason in England and Ireland chose to indicate the

Crusader.

None of these remarkable monuments can with certainty be identified. Of

those now grouped upon the South side Stow says: ‘The first of the

crosse-legged was W. Marshall, the elder Earl of Pembroke, who died

1219; Wil. Marshall, his son, the second, and Gilbert Marshall, his

brother, also Earl of Pembroke, slayne in a tournament at Hertford,

besides Ware,’ in 1241. And this may or may not be so. The fourth is

nameless; the fifth, near the wall, is possibly that of Sir Robert

Rosse, who, according to Stow, was buried here.

Of the group upon the North side, only that of the cross-legged knight

in a coat of mail and a round helmet flattened on top, whose head rests

on a cushion, and whose long, pointed shield is charged with an

escarbuncle on a diapered field, can with any probability be named. For

these are the arms of Mandeville (_de Magnavilla_)--‘quarterly, or and

gules, an escarbuncle, sable’--and this monument of Sussex marble gives

us the first example of arms upon a sepulchral figure in England.[23] It

is supposed to be the effigy of Geoffrey Mandeville, whom Stephen made

first Earl of Essex, and Matilda Constable of the Tower. A ferocious and

turbulent knight, he received an arrow-wound at last in an attack upon

Burwell Castle, and was carried off by the Templars to die. But, as he

died under sentence of excommunication, it is said that they hung his

body in a lead coffin upon a tree in the Old Temple Orchard, until

absolution had been obtained for him from the Pope. Then they brought

him to the new Temple and buried him there (1182).

The Choir, or rectangular part of the Church, of which the nave is

broader than the aisles, but of the same height, is a beautiful example

of the Early English style, and is lighted by five lancet triplet

windows. By the Restorers the old panelling and the beautiful

seventeenth-century Reredos were removed. Tiers of deplorable pews,

deplorably arranged, and a very feeble Gothic Reredos[24] were

substituted. The roof, supported by the Purbeck marble clustered columns

that culminate in richly-moulded capitals, was painted with shields and

mottoes in painstaking imitation of the thirteenth century. The windows

at the East End were filled with very inferior modern stained glass,

none of it of the least interest, poor in colour and wretchedly ignorant

in design--ignorant, that is, of the rules which guided the art of the

medieval glazier.

A bust of the ‘Judicious’ Hooker, Master of the Temple Church, and

author of the ‘Ecclesiastical Polity,’ the grave of Selden near the

South-West corner of the Choir, and above it a mural tablet to his

memory, are the monuments of known men most worthy of attention. The

fine fourteenth-century sepulchral effigy near the double piscina of

Purbeck marble is supposed to be that of Silvester de Everden, Bishop of

Carlisle.

The Organ, frequently reconstructed and finally renewed by Forster and

Andrews, 1882, has been famous for generations. It was originally built

by Bernard Schmidt. Dr. Blow and Purcell, his pupil, played upon it in

competition with that built by Harris. The decision of this Battle of

the Organs was referred to the famous, or infamous, Lord Chief Justice

Jeffreys, who was a good musician, and in this matter, at least, seems

to have proved himself a good Judge.

The _Triforium_[25] is reached by a small Norman door in the North-West

corner of the oblong. A winding staircase leads to the Penitential

Cell--4 feet long, by 2 feet 6 inches wide--where many of the Knights

were confined. To the Triforium many tablets and monuments (_e.g._, of

Plowden), once in the Church below, have been removed.

Among the epitaphs in brass, quoted at length by Dugdale, is one in

memory of John White:

‘Here lieth a John, a burning, shining light;

His name, life, actions, were all White.’

The Templars’ Church was equally divided between the two Societies of

Lawyers from ‘East to West, the North Aisle to the Middle, the South

[Illustration: THE EAST END OF THE TEMPLE CHURCH AND THE MASTER’S

HOUSE]

to the Inner Temple.’ This fact, with many others, clearly indicates the

basis of perfect equality upon which the two Societies were agreed to

stand, and on which, in spite of subsequent claims to precedence on the

part of both, declared groundless by judicial authority, they will

henceforth continue. As to the Round, it appears to have been used by

both Societies in common, largely as a place of business, like the

Parvis of St. Paul’s, where lawyers congregated, and contracts were

concluded. Butler refers to this custom in his ‘Hudibras’:

‘Walk the Round with Knights o’ the Posts

About the cross-legged Knights, their hosts,

Or wait for customers between

The pillar rows in Lincoln’s Inn.’

BUTLER: _Hudibras_.

Joint property of the two Societies, also, is that exquisite example of

Georgian domestic architecture, the Master’s House (1764). This perfect

model of a Gentleman’s Town-House owes its great charm almost entirely

to its beautiful proportions, and to the appropriate material of good

red brick and stone of which it is built. It is a thousand pities that

blue slates have been allowed to supplant the good red tiles that should

form the roof. The House itself is the successor of one which was

erected (1700) after the Great Fire.[26] The original Lodge is said to

have been upon the site of the present Garden, directly in line with the

east end of the Church. In the vaults beneath this Garden many Benchers

of both Inns have been laid to rest.

In this Lodge, then, dwells the Master of the Temple Church.

‘There are certain buildings,’ says Camden, ‘on the east part of the

Churchyard, in part whereof he hath his lodgings, and the rest he

letteth out to students. His dyet he hath in either House, at the upper

end of the Bencher’s Table, except in the time of reading, it then being

the Reader’s place. Besides the Master, there is a Reader, who readeth

Divine Service each morning and evening, for which he hath his salary

from the Master.’

A Custos of the Church had been appointed by the Knights Hospitallers,

but after the Dissolution of the Monasteries the presentation of the

office was reserved to the Crown. The Church is not within the Bishop’s

jurisdiction. On appointment by the Crown, the Master is admitted

forthwith without any institution or induction. But the Master of the

Temple Church is Master of nothing else. When, in the reign of James

I., Dr. Micklethwaite laid claim to wider authority, the Benchers of

both Temples succeeded in proving to the Attorney-General that his

jurisdiction was confined to his Church.

Masters of real eminence have been few. By far the greatest was the

learned Dr. John Hooker, appointed by Elizabeth, who resigned in 1591.

Dr. John Gauden, who claimed to have written the ‘Eikon Basilike,’ was

Master of the Temple before he became Bishop of Exeter and Worcester.

And in our own day Canon Ainger added to the charm of a singularly

attractive personality the accomplishments of a scholar who devoted much

of his time to the works of another devout lover of the Temple--Charles

Lamb.

The Church was once connected with the Old Hall by Cloisters,

communicating with the Chapel of St. Thomas that once stood outside the

north door of it, and with the Refectory of the Priests, a room with

groined arches and corbels at the west end of the present Inner Temple

Hall, which still survives (see p. 48). Later on, Chambers were built

over the Cloisters, and the Church itself was almost stifled by the

shops and chambers that were allowed to cluster about it, along the

South Wall, and even over the Porch. Beneath the shelter of these

Cloisters the Students of the Law were wont to walk, in order to ‘bolt’

or discuss points of law, whilst ‘all sorts of witnesses Plied in the

Temple under trees.’

The Fire of 1678 burnt down the old Cloisters and other buildings at the

south-west extremity of the Church. The present Cloisters at that angle,

designed by Wren, were rebuilt in 1681, as a Tablet proudly proclaims.

The Cloister Court is completed by Lamb Building, which, though

apparently within the bounds of the Inner Temple, belongs (by purchase)

to the Middle Temple, and is named from the badge of that Inn, the Agnus

Dei, which figures over the characteristic entrance of this delightful

Jacobean building, and has now given its title to the whole Court. Here

lived that brilliant Oriental Scholar, Sir William Jones, sharing

chambers with the eccentric author of ‘Sandford and Merton,’ Thomas Day.

And it was to the attics of these buildings, where Pen and Warrington

dwelt, that Major Pendennis groped his way through the fog, piloted, as

he might be to-day, ‘by a civil personage with a badge and white apron

through some dark alleys and under various melancholy archways into

courts each more dismal than the other.’[27]

The consecrated nature of their tenement resulted in certain

inconveniences to the Lawyers. On the one hand, the Temple was a place

of Sanctuary, and its character suffered accordingly. Debtors,

criminals, and dissolute persons flocked to it as a refuge, so that it

became necessary to issue orders of Council (1614) that the Inns should

be searched for strangers at regular intervals, whilst, with the vain

view of reserving the precincts for none but lawyers, it was ordained

that ‘no gentleman foreigner or discontinuer’ should lodge therein, so

that the Inns might not be converted into ‘taverns’ (_diversoria_). On

the other hand, the benevolence of the Benchers was taxed by many

unnatural or unfortunate parents, who used the Temple as a crèche, and

left their babies at its doors. The records give many instances of

payments made towards the support of such infants, who were frequently

given the ‘place-name’ of Temple.

I have quoted from Thackeray a phrase not so over-complimentary to the

surroundings of Lamb Building.

But now, before passing on to the story of the Halls of these renowned

Societies, and the Chambers which have harboured so many famous men, I

must quote, as an introduction, the passage in which the novelist makes

amends, and nobly sums up the spirit of the life men lead there, and the

atmosphere of strenuous work and literary tradition which lightens those

‘dismal courts’ and ‘bricky towers.’

‘Nevertheless, those venerable Inns which have the “Lamb and Flag” and

the “Winged Horse” for their ensigns have attractions for persons who

inhabit them, and a share of rough comforts and freedom, which men

always remember with pleasure. I don’t know whether the student of law

permits himself the refreshment of enthusiasm, or indulges in poetical

reminiscences as he passes by historical chambers, and says, “Yonder

Eldon lived; upon this site Coke mused upon Lyttelton; here Chitty

toiled; here Barnwell and Alderson joined in their famous labours; here

Byles composed his great work upon bills, and Smith compiled his

immortal leading cases; here Gustavus still toils with Solomon to aid

him.” But the man of letters can’t but love the place which has been

inhabited by so many of his brethren or peopled by their creations, as

real to us at this day as the authors whose children they were; and Sir

Roger de Coverley walking in the Temple Gardens, and discoursing with

Mr. Spectator about the beauties in hoops and patches who are sauntering

over the grass, is just as lively a figure to me as old Samuel Johnson

rolling through the fog with the Scotch Gentleman at his heels, on their

way to Dr. Goldsmith’s chambers in Brick Court, or Harry Fielding, with

inked ruffles and a wet towel round his head, dashing off articles at

midnight for the _Covent Garden Journal_, while the printer’s boy is

asleep in the passage.’[28]

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