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From his satin doublet to the tip of his gilt-handled rapier, John Gerard was the classic Elizabethan gentleman. He was tall and handsomely dark. The son of a noble Lancashire family, he had studied at Oxford, and spoke excellent French and Latin. He was a dashing horseman and a minor authority on falconry and the chase...
...there was one thing that set Gerard apart from other English gentlemen of his time: he was a Jesuit priest. Under the fine doublet he wore a monastic hair shirt. Concealed in his saddlebags he carried a Mass kit and a Latin breviary. For 17 years, John Gerard, S.J., lived an exacting double life, ministering in secret to England's scattered and persecuted Roman Catholics. Last week a modern English Jesuit, Father Philip Caraman, published in the U.S. a new English translation, of Gerard's Latin autobiography (Autobiography of a Hunted Priest; Pellegrini & Cudahy, $3.50) - the plainly written...
Barred Doors. It was 1588, the year of the Spanish Armada, when 25-year-old Father John Gerard, just ordained in Rome, landed secretly in Norfolk,* England. The day after his arrival he barely escaped a trap set by local "priest hunters." In London he found his Jesuit superior and began his ministry, always traveling as a country gentleman of quality...
...Gerard found his safest hiding places in the secluded houses of the Roman Catholic gentry. Most of these manors had secret cubicles - "priests' holes" - where priests could hide if the house was searched. Gerard describes the end of one nerve-racking search: "Like Lazarus, who was buried four days, I came forth from what indeed would have been my tomb, if the search had continued a little longer...
...Queen's marshals caught Gerard in London. Later he was taken to the Tower and questioned about his "accomplices." When he refused to tell where his superior was hiding, he was tortured for two days in the Tower dungeon. For hours at a time he was hung by his manacled hands from the dungeon ceiling, but he never gave his friends away...