View of the chancel of St Mary’s Collegiate Church, Youghal, in Co. Cork, overgrown with vegetation. Grave-slabs are seen to the left. In front of these a woman on her knees, accompanied by two others, is begging for alms. Three other women and two men, richly dressed, are walking away from the building towards this group. More people are emerging from behind the side of the church, further back and to the right.
Inscribed in Image
|Subject(s)||Antiquities and archaeological sites, Architecture, Manners and customs|
|Keywords(s)||Archaeological sites, Cemeteries, Churches, Hats, Men, People, Ruins, Shawls, Tombs & sepulchral monuments, Trees, Women|
|Dimensions||11.5 cm x 12.8 cm|
|Published / created||1837|
|Travel Account||Ireland Picturesque and Romantic|
|Print or manuscript|
|Location of image in copy||opp. p. 180|
|Source copy||National Library of Ireland Ir 9141 r 15|
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|Rights||Courtesy of the National Library of Ireland|
Related text from travel account
|The Collegiate Church of Youghal is the grand [p. 180] lion of the place. When entire it was supposed to be among the finest specimens of architecture in Ireland. It has now been converted into a new church; only leaving the ruins of the chancel for a monument of its ancient magnificence. Of these ruins, the oriel window, as represented in the engraving, is extremely beautiful; indeed I do not know that there is any thing finer of the kind in Ireland. This part of the building is roofless, and in other respects a total wreck; the transepts are burying places; and the nave alone continues to fulfil its original destination. This is said to have been very splendid before the sons of little men fitted it up for their devotions. The roof was richly fretted, with a ground of dark blue, representing the vault of heaven, with the stars carved in Irish oak, and gilded. At present it is a dull, heavy building, with a plaster ceiling, and a row at either side of very plain Gothic arches forming the aisles. The monuments of several noble and distinguished families lie scattered around, all sharing in the ruin and neglect of the chancel. Pride, which in general plays its fantastic tricks even in a cemetery, and blazes on the walls of our houses in a hatchment, keeps aloof from the ruined church of St. Mary. The monuments of the greatest families in the kingdom are suffered by their descendants to fall into as complete decay as if they covered only the common dust of mortality.
[p. 181] "Shall we build to the purple of pride,
The trappings that dizen the proud?
Alas! these are all laid aside,
And here neither dress nor adornment's allowed,
Save the long winding sheet, and the fringe of the shroud!" [pp. 179-181]