Rev Arthur Julius MORRIS [1116]

  General Notes:

Arthur Julius Morris
Baptism Date: 5 Sep 1875
Baptism Place: Wrecclesham, St Peter, Surrey, England
Father: Ambrose Morris
Mother: Ellen Georgina Morris
Reference Number: WREC/1/2

Morris Arthur Julius, (55 Limes Avenue, New Southgate - 1906), N. Late Schl of Uni Coll, Ox, 1st cl Mod 1896; BA (3rd cl Lit Hum) 1898; MA 1906 Wycl Hall Ox 1898. d 1899 Truro, p 1903 London. C. of St Paul's, New Southgate, Dio Lon 1906. JF C of Helston 1899 - 1900: St Matt Fulham, 1902 - 04; St Johns, Whitstone, MDX 1904 - 1906. St Paul New Southgate, 1906 - 08; V of Fewcott 1908 - 12; C of Reepham 1922-24; L.Pr. Dio Cant. 1919 - 23; from 1925 9 Audley Rd Folkstone.
Crockfords 1932

Julius Jottings January 1900 No1.
St Michael's Terrace,
Helston,
December 4th 1899.
This letter comes from the furthest West of England - 22 miles from the Land's End and 12 from the Lizard - right down in the "great toe" of England, at a distance from London which only those who have travelled it can appreciate.
Helston is a pretty little country town of some 4000 inhabitants, set on the slope of a hill - the metropolis, as well ecclesiastical as civil, for all the countryside, with a Mayor and Alderman and everything handsome about it. It's immediate neighbourhood is very pretty - like an oasis in the midst of a desert,







for the country round about, down to the Lizard as well as up to St Ives, is very bleak and bare, almost devoid of trees except in clumps here and there - a characteristic feature of Cornwall and dotted with the shafts of disused mines, which look for all the world like ruined castles. Not till you get to the coast do you discover the beauties of Cornwall.
We are 2 miles off the coast; between us and it is our special attraction, a charming sheet of water, 2 miles long and half a mile wide, called the Loe Pool, surrounded by wooded slopes, fed by a little river, called the Cober, and separated from the sea by a bar of sand, which sometimes has to be cut through in the flood time. Down at its further end, on the other side of the slope, is our seaport town and general "suburban residence" Porthleven - from which you can look along a line of rocky cliffs over Mount's Bay; Penzance and St Michael's Mount lie too far back to be seen.
The climate of S. Cornwell is somewhat trying at the least if I may judge by last summer - being soft, warm, damp, misty, and very enervating. This has its effect upon the inhabitants, who are, of course, more attend to the Celt than the Saxon. They are kindly and hospitable, but not very steady or persistent, most excitable and emotional, and so fickle and inconsistent, and, I am afraid not very trustworthy. The great bulk Nonconformists - mostly "Wes-lee-ans" the fruits of John Wesley's labours down in this "neglected quarter". It is remarkable how few Roman Catholics there are one would have thought an out of the way Celtic county like this, swarming with Saints and Legends, would have been the very place for them.
We have two churches; the parish church dedicated to all the Angels, the other, omission church, to all the Saints. The parish church has a fine looking exterior with a lofty and massive tower. The effect of the interior is rather spoilt by the fact that it was built in the early days of last century when galleries were in vogue; but it's chancel lately restored is very striking, with mosaics on the east end on either side the holy table a picture of the Last Supper directly over it, and a beautiful window representing the Transfiguration. But its chief glory is its beautiful pulpit, the gift of some old parishioners in memory of one of the family, of which was dedicated last Michaelmas day, the dedication festival of the church and the Harvest Thanksgiving service. It is built of Caen stone, matching the font, relieved with columns of Devonshire marble light in the upper part and dark in the lower. The main part of the pulpit is divided into five panels, in which are contained the following figures: our Lord as the Good Shepherd in the centre, on the right-hand sent Michael with drawn sword, holding the scales in which, according to an old tradition, he weighs the souls of the departed, and St Raphael dressed as a pilgrim, with staff and wallet-
"Raphael the sociable spirit deigned
to travel with Tobias and secure
his marriage with the seven times wedded maid"
on the left, some Gabrielle, holding a Madonna lily, symbolic of the Annunciation, and sent Uriel -
"The same whom John saw also in the sun"
with a trumpet in his hand. The figures are exquisitely worked, being almost lifelike, harmonising beautifully with it elaborately carved and moulded canopies. At the Dedication Service the church was crowded, the Archdeacon of Cornwall, who dedicated the pulpit, preaching a striking sermon on Angelic Ministries. We had hoped to secure the Bishop; however he came on the previous Sunday, while the pulpit was yet in the making, and preached from the chancel steps. I acted as his Chaplin and bore his pastoral staff before him.
Work in this parish is by no means light, not that it is severe, but that it is very constant. We have daily morning and evening service, with weekday sermons at each church three times a month, and on Sunday evening service at both churches. Moreover, there is a workhouse with evening service and address twice a week On Sundays we curates go in turn to assist at the parish church, and slip out before the sermon to go on to the workhouse. Perhaps the severest strain is the preaching. I have preached (not counting the workhouse) 40 times between Trinity and Advent - not bad for a deacon! Add to this school work, four times a week for half an hour, visiting, reading for priests, et cetera and you will see I am not idle.
I have not had much time for excursions, save to Falmouth, the largest town in Cornwall, with one of the widest harbours in England, where I saw the stranded liner "Paris" lying in dock for repairs; Penzance which in spite of its see, reminded me more of a hot bath than any place I have been in. St Ives, which is said to be an almost exact copy of the Asiatic city of Mitylene, and which is certainly very oriental in appearance and general arrangements; and Truro, where of more later.
I was very glad to catch a glimpse of the Stevens party at Polseath, on the north-west of Cornwall, where I found the breezes from the Atlantic most invigorating.
A. J. Morris.

Freemason Membership Registers
Name: Arthur Julius Morris
Initiation Age: 26
Birth Year: abt 1876
Initiation Date: 5 Apr 1902
First Payment Year on Register: 1902
Year Range: 1887-1909
Profession: Stock Jobber
Lodge: Thames Valley Lodge
Lodge Location: Hampton Court
Lodge Number: 1460
Folio Number: 231

Morris Arthur Julius of 8C Hyde Park Mansions Marylebone Road Middlesex died 1 September 1939 at Royal Masonic Hospital Ravenscroft Park London. Probate London 28 February to Matilda Morris widow. Effects L631 15s 0d
Ref: National Probate Calendar.

  Other Records

1. Census: England, 3 Apr 1881, St Thomas's Rectory Charlton LND. Arthur is recorded as a son aged 5 born Guernsey.

2. Census: England, 5 Apr 1891, St Thomas's Rectory Charlton LND. Arthur is recoded as a son aged15 a scholar born Guernsey Channel Is.

3. Census: England, 2 Apr 1911, Fewcott Vicarage Bicester. Arthur is recorded as head of 10 room house aged 35 married a clerk in Holy Orders born Guernsey.

Arthur married Matilda Louise WARNER [1117] [MRIN: 354], daughter of Robert Greenwood WARNER [22755] and Unknown, on 17 Jan 1906 in St Paul New Southgate MDX. (Matilda Louise WARNER [1117] was born about 1874 in Chichester SSX.)