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Some images (taken with permission) of the interior of the Christopher Wren Church of St Stephen Walbrook, London (Chad Varah - Rector of St Stephen Walbrook and founder of the Samaritans) - 27th February 2003

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Before entering the Church of St Stephen Walbrook Phone awarded by British Telecom / Post Office Telecommunications

  • Before entering the Church of St Stephen Walbrook
  • (despite British Telecom (BT) trying to enable the monthly phone charges in Feb 2003 - of which the congregation was informed during the sermon of the Thursday Lunchtime sung mass)

    Post Office Telecommunications awarded the 5 millionth line in London, the 20 millionth in the country, to Chad Varah, in recognition of his pioneering a new emergency use for the telephone, and Sir Edward Fennessy presented him with this instrument and free use of the line 01-283-4444, on 25th Febuary 1975.

    In 1990 British Telecom supplied this cabinet and provided a Tribune handset for use on what is now 071-283 4444. (and is now 020 7283-4444(?))

Text of plaque describing the phone Painting of the Adoration of the Magi

  • Text of plaque describing the phone
  • Painting of the Adoration of the Magi

Painting of the Adoration of the Magi Organ clock of Hill organ 1888  organ pipes above the entrance

  • Painting of the Adoration of the Magi
  • Organ clock of Hill organ 1888 organ pipes above the entrance

Church Dome from the inside Henry Moore altar is visible

  • Church Dome from the inside
  • Henry Moore altar is visible.

    "He (Peter Boydell) also appeared as an advocate in high profile cases, notably St. Stephen's Walbrook, where his client, Lord Palumbo, wished to place a block of marble weighing over ten tons sculpted as an altar by Henry Moore in one of Wren's London churches, causing great controversy. Needless to say, on appeal, the faculty was granted."

Church exit Interior of St Stephen Walbrook

  • Church exit
  • Interior of St Stephen Walbrook

Church Dome from the inside Henry Moore altar and dome above

  • Church Dome from the inside
  • Henry Moore altar and dome above

Henry Moore altar Interior of the church

  • Henry Moore altar
  • Interior of the church

Interior of the church Henry Moore altar ready for the Thursday lunchtime sung mass

  • Interior of the church
  • Henry Moore altar ready for the Thursday lunchtime sung mass

Closeup of the Henry Moore altar with the rector's church service seat Angel with trumpet on top of the Hill organ 1888

  • Closeup of the Henry Moore altar with the rector's church service seat
  • Angel with trumpet on top of the Hill organ 1888

Angel with trumpet on top of the Hill organ 1888 Painting of Moses, the 10 Commandments, and painting of Aaron

  • Angel with trumpet on top of the Hill organ 1888
  • Painting of Moses, the 10 Commandments, and painting of Aaron

Poetry Links and stuff

Past and Present / I Remember, I Remember
(Thomas Hood, 1799-1845)

I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor bought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups--
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And throught the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.

I remember, I remember
The fir frees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

Upon Westminster Bridge
(Sept. 3, 1802)
(William Wordsworth, 1770-1850)

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear

The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,
Skips, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beatifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at this own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

London, MDCCCII
(William Wordsworth, 1770-1850)

O friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being as I am, opprest
to think that now our life is only drest
For show; mean handiwork of craftsman, cook,

Or groom! - We must run glittering like a brook
In the open sunshine, or we are unblest;
The wealthiest man among us is the best:
No grandeur now in Nature or in book

Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,
This is idolatry; and these we adore:
Plain living and high thinking are no more:

The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.

London
(William Blake, 1757-1827)

I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.


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