Most of the Irish immigration to Liverpool came through the Clarence Dock, where the steamers used to land our people from all parts.  Since the Railway Company diverted a good deal of the Irish traffic through the Holyhead route, there are not so many of these steamers coming to Liverpool as formerly.

The first object that used to meet the eyes of those who had just “come over,” as they looked across the Clarence Dock wall, was an effigy of St. Patrick, with a shamrock in his hand, as if welcoming them from “the old sod.”  This was placed high upon the wall of a public house kept by a retired Irish pugilist, Jack Langan.  In the thirties and forties of the last century, up to 1846, when he died, leaving over L20,000 to his children, Langan’s house was a very popular resort of Irishmen, more particularly as, besides being a decent, warm-hearted, open-handed man, he was a strong supporter of creed and country.

I am old enough to remember hearing Mass in what was an interesting relic in Liverpool of the Penal days.  This was the old building known to our people as “Lumber Street Chapel.”  Of course, the present Protestant Church of St. Nicholas (known as “the old church”) is a Catholic foundation.  Lumber Street chapel was not, however, the first of our places of worship built during the Penal days, for the Jesuits had a small chapel not far off, erected early in the eighteenth century, but destroyed by a No-Popery mob in 1746.  St. Mary’s, Lumber Street, too, was originally a Jesuit mission, but, in 1783, it was handed over to the Benedictines, who have had charge of it ever since.  Father John Price, S.J., built a chapel in Sir Thomas’s Buildings in 1788.  I can recollect this building since my earliest days, but Mass was never said in it during my time.

Lancashire is the only part of England where there are any great number of the native population who have always kept the faith.  I once spent a few weeks in one of these Catholic districts.  My employer had an alteration to make in the house of a gentleman at Lydiate, near Ormskirk.  I used to come home to Liverpool for the Sundays, but for the rest of the week I had lodgings in the house of a Catholic family at Lydiate.

There was an old ruin, which they called Lydiate Abbey, but I found it was the chapel of St. Catherine, erected in the fifteenth century.  The priest of the mission had charge of the chapel which, though unroofed, was the most perfect ecclesiastical ruin in Catholic hands in South Lancashire.  During the time I was at Lydiate there came a Holiday of Obligation, when I heard Mass in the house of a Catholic farmer named Rimmer.  This was a fine old half-timbered building of Elizabethan days, and here, all through the Penal times, Mass had been kept up, a priest to say it being always in hiding somewhere in the district.