Tag: Saints of the Fifteenth Century

  • An Irish Bishop Saint: Blessed Thaddeus McCarthy

    October 25 is the feast of Blessed Thaddeus [Tadhg] McCarthy,  a fifteenth-century Irish Bishop who, having been unjustly deprived of his see, set off to obtain redress in Rome only to die alone on his return journey. Yet although he belongs to a very different world than that of the early medieval period saints this blog usually features, I am nevertheless aware of a thread of continuity which links him to them. In
    his popular title ‘The White Martyr of Munster’, Blessed Thaddeus
    reflects the Irish understanding of martyrdom as preserved in the Cambrai Homily

    The white martyrdom for someone is when they part for the sake of God
    from everything that they love, although they may suffer fasting and
    hard work thereby.

     

    Furthermore, as an Irishman who died and was buried in Italy, he is following in the footsteps of those peregrini of the Golden Age of the Irish mission to Europe, from the great Saint Columbanus to Cathadulus of Taranto, Donatus of Fiesole or Ursus of Aosta.  This was a link acknowledged by Fra Anselmo Tommassini, in his 1937 study Irish Saints in Italy:

    Our pious pilgrimage throughout the various provinces of Italy in search of traces of Irish sanctity comes to an end with a strangely pathetic figure whose humility is equalled only by his dignity. Our last Irish saint [Blessed Thaddeus] links up in the most curious fashion with the first one encountered on this side of the Alps, with that St. Ursus, the apostle of the Valle d’Aosta, who gave his name to so many churches and hospitals…

    For it was in one of these hospitals, the Hospice of the XXI, where twenty-one beds were reserved for the use of poor pilgrims and an institution served by the Canons of Saint Ursus of Aosta, that Blessed Thaddeus died on October 24/25, 1492. Interestingly, Saint Ursus of Aosta’s feast is February 1, the same day as that of Ireland’s national patroness Saint Brigid.

    Four centuries years later the people of Blessed Tadhg’s homeland rejoiced in the rediscovery of his memory, in the official confirmation of his cultus and in the translation of his relics from Ivrea to Cork. Below is a Pastoral letter from someone very much involved in these celebrations, the then Bishop of Cork, Thomas (Alphonse) O’Callaghan, O.P. detailing the life of Blessed Thaddeus and commending him as an intercessor to his flock:

    An Irish Bishop Saint 
     
    In his Pastoral, the Bishop of Cork  says: —
    ‘With feelings of heartfelt  joy we announce to you that it has  pleased His Holiness Leo XIII. to confirm, by his apostolic
    authority, the veneration that has been paid since the close of the
    fifteenth century to the Servant of God, Thaddeus McCarthy, Bishop of
    Cork and Cloyne. Henceforth he will be revered by us with the title of
    Blessed. His feast will be celebrated in the diocese each year
    throughout all future time, and Mass will be offered in his honour. 
     
    He
    was of the princely house of McCarthy, and was born in the year 1455, at a
    time when his family was just regaining its former power in Munster.
    Numerous buildings and castles, the ruins of which are scattered through
    the diocese, and with which we are familiar, were erected by his
    kinsmen and contemporaries, Cormac McCarthy Laider, who was appointed
    his protector in Cork by the Sovereign Pontiff, Innocent VIII., built
    Blarney Castle, and many churches in the neighbourhood of our city. He
    founded Kilcrea Abbey and the Abbey of Ballymacadane. Gifted with a rare
    natural disposition, and trained from his childhood in the practice of
    virtue, Thaddeus had hardly completed his studies when, despising all
    worldly allurements, he hastened to enrol himself in the ranks of the clergy. The fame of his learning, of his piety, and of his other
    virtues, spreading and increasing from day to day, he was, while yet in
    the flower of his youth, and already effulgent with sanctity, appointed
    by the Sovereign Pontiff, Sixtus IV., to govern the See of Ross; and he
    received episcopal consecration in the Church of St. Stephen (del Caeo),
    in Rome, on the Feast of the Finding of the Holy Cross, A.D. 1482.
    Having become in very soul the model of his flock, he ruled the Church committed to his care with prudence and diligence. By his devotion to
    religion, and his zeal for souls, he merited to be praised as the best
    of pastors. Like our Divine Lord, whose life he imitated, he carried a
    heavy cross; and in the exercise of his episcopal duties he was opposed,
    and calumniated, and denounced as a mercenary pastor, and as a steward
    of iniquity. The intrigues of his enemies went so far that the mind of
    the Sovereign Pontiff, Innocent VIII., was turned against him, and he
    was visited with severe ecclesiastical penalties. He bore his
    humiliation in perfect patience, without a word of complaint, and his
    virtue, tried on the touchstone of tribulation, attained in a short time
    the arduous summit of perfection. The innocence of Thaddeus was soon
    after proved, and his sanctity was made so evident that the same
    Pontiff, Innocent VIII., resolved not only to restore him, but to call
    him to still greater honours. He appointed him to the united Sees of
    Cork and Cloyne, regarding him rather as an angel than a man, and
    deeming him worthy of the greatest favours. When, by the bitter
    persecution of powerful enemies, and by the laws that then excluded the
    native Irish from ecclesiastical benefices,
    he was again forced into exile, he left Cork clad in the meanest attire
    in the garb of a pilgrim, and proceeded to Rome. Having worshipped at
    the Tomb of the Apostles, he laid his cause before the Vicar of Christ,
    who received him with affectionate cordiality, furnished him with
    strong-worded letters, and denounced in the severest terms the trespass
    on the liberty of the Church. In returning on foot he stopped to rest at
    Ivrea, in Piedmont, where, poor and unknown, he was received into the
    Hospital for Pilgrims. There, broken down from privations and toil,
    wearied by long travelling, and already ripe for Heaven, he delivered
    up his soul to God on October 24, 1492, in the thirty-seventh year of his
    age. 
     
    His death was announced by a light from Heaven shining in a
    marvellous manner, and the strangeness of the event attracted many to
    the bedside on which were laid his mortals remains. The Bishop of Ivrea,
    Nicholas Garigliatti, accompanied by his clergy, hastened to the spot,
    and discovered that the poor pilgrim was the Bishop of Cork and Cloyne.
    His body, attended by a great multitude of the faithful, the clergy, and
    civil magistrates, was carried to the Cathedral in solemn procession,
    which the accounts of the time say was rather a triumph than a funeral.
    It was placed under the High Altar, in the same sepulchre with St.
    Eusebius, patron of the Diocese of Ivrea, where it has since been
    venerated, and God willed the remarkable sanctity of His servant should
    be attested by many miracles. 
     
    It remains for us, dearly beloved
    brethren, to pay due honour to his memory, and to have recourse to his
    intercession, that by his prayers we may obtain what we stand in need
    of. Though forgotten during the centuries in which it was sought to blot
    out all traces of our religious history and our traditions, we may
    trust that he has not ceased to plead for us at the Throne of God, and
    that he has ever been, as the Prophet Jeremiah was to the Jewish nation,
    a lover of his brethren, who prays much for the people.”  Catholic Press, (Sydney, NSW), Saturday 4 April 1896, page 21
     
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  • Translation of the Relics of Blessed Thaddeus McCarthy

    Ireland witnessed a special occasion on September 12 1897 with the translation from Ivrea in Italy to Cork of the relics of the fifteenth-century Bishop, Blessed  Thaddeus (Tadhg) McCarthy (1455-92). This humble and saintly man had been appointed Bishop of Ross but was illegally deprived of his See and died in Italy before he could return, vindicated, to Ireland. An Australian newspaper report gave its Irish expatriate community a flavour of the excitement of the day on which he finally came home four centuries later:

    IRELAND.

    Blessed Thaddeus McCarthy.
    The
    Catholics of Cork celebrated with great pomp and ceremony
    the translation of the remains of the Blessed Thaddeus McCarthy, a former
    Bishop of the diocese of Cork, who flourished in the latter part of the
    fifteenth century, and was beatified by the Church twelve months ago.
    The remains have been resting for four centuries in the Cathedral of
    Ivrea in Italy, but now they are deposited beneath the altar of St.
    Mary’s Cathedral, Cork. A procession consisting of the clergy
    representing the the various dioceses, with their Bishops in full
    canonical vestments accompanied the remains, which were enshrined in a
    golden sarcophagus, and borne on the shoulders of four canons through
    the streets to the cathedral. The route was lined by members of the
    various religious confraternities and was decorated with triumphal
    arches and banners. High Mass was celebrated, and in the evening there
    was a display of fireworks from the Cathedral Tower, while illuminations
    were displayed on a large scale throughout the city.

     W.A. Record (Perth, WA: 1888 – 1922), Saturday 30 October 1897, page 6

     Here at home the occasion was commemorated by a poem from Alice Esmonde in The Irish Monthly. Alice Esmonde was the pseudonym of Tipperary woman Margaret Mary Ryan, a regular contributor of verse to this magazine. Here she contrasts the sad circumstances under which Blessed Thaddeus left his homeland centuries earlier with the warm welcome which greeted his return:

    BLESSED THADDEUS MAC CARTHY * 

    From the sunshine and the rain
    Of the exiled centuries,
    From the blue Italian seas,
    You have come to us again:
    Home to us and dear old Ireland,
    To the Land of Saints, your sireland,
    And to-morrow and to-morrow,
    By the Lee that saw your sorrow
    And your pain,
    You will rest with sheaf and crown,
    Home amongst us evermore,
    Fair you found the Irish shore,
    When September fields were brown —
    You had anguish ere you left us,
    For dissensions tore and reft us;
    Now the city runs to meet you,
    And your kith and kin to greet you
    With renown.
    You have won the victor’s goal,
    Kept your heart from earthly taint,
    my Father, my Saint!—
    Spotless, stainless, kept your soul.
    How the bells ring out your glory
    How the people tell the story,
    As your ashes home they’re bringing,
    While the music and the singing
    Proudly roll!
    To God’s Heaven when we pray,
    You are there of our own kin;
    Every Irish heart within,
    There’s a place for you alway.
    How the people’s hearts are swelling,
    As with tears of love they’re telling
    Of your life so sad and holy.
    Of the patience sweet and lowly
    Of your day. 

    Oh, the honours God pours down

    On His victor in the strife!
    Oh, the beauty of your life,
    Oh, the glory of your crown!
    Far away in glen and valley,
    By the hill-side and the alley,
    Tears of joy for you are stealing,
    In the cabins where they’re kneeling,
    And the town.
    Since you went in grief away,
    Slow and slow the ages flow,
    Full four hundred years ago —
    Looking back seems yesterday —
    Since on lonely deathbed lying
    Far from home and Ireland dying,
    In the still October even,
    Angels bore your soul to Heaven,
    Now we pray,
    One dear hour to see your face.
    Our sweet exile, our own Saint!
    You whose lips made no complaint.
    High of blood and brave of race.
    Welcome, welcome home to Ireland,
    To the Land of Saints, your sireland,
    And we thank the Lord who crowned you,
    For the glories that surround you.
    For His grace.
    Alice Esmonde
    * Blessed Thaddeus, Bishop of Cork and
    Cloyne, died at Ivrea in Piedmont in 1492. His relics, which were kept there
    ever since with great reverence and with that fame of miracles, were deposited with
    joyful solemnity in the Cathedral of Cork,
    September 12th, 1897.
    The Irish Monthly, Volume 25 (1897), 596-7.

    The memory of this wonderful man, who so richly deserves to complete the path to official recognition of his sanctity, is cherished and upheld by the Blessed Thaddeus MacCarthy’s Catholic Heritage Association. At their blog you can see pictures of the beautiful reliquary of Blessed Thaddeus in the Cathedral where he now rests.

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