From: trudie.Miller@cox.net   
      
   July 22nd - Sts. Philip Evans and John Lloyd, Martyrs   
      
   Died at Cardiff, Wales, on July 22, 1679; beatified in 1929; canonized by   
   Pope Paul VI in 1970 as two of the Forty Martyrs of England and Wales.   
      
   Philip Evans was born in Monmouthshire, Wales, in 1645, and educated at   
   Saint-Omer. He joined the Society of Jesus when he was 20 and was ordained   
   at Liège, Belgium, in 1675. Father Philip was sent back to Wales to minister   
   to the Catholics in the southern part of the country. For several years he   
   zealously ministered to his flock unmolested, but the civil authorities   
   turned a blind eye until November 1678. Although John Arnold, a justice of   
   the peace and hunter of priests, offered a 200 pound bounty for his arrest,   
   Father Evans refused to leave his flock untended.   
      
   Meanwhile, John Lloyd, a native of Breconshire (Brecknockshire), Wales, was   
   educated at Ghent, Belgium, and Valladolid, Spain, where he was ordained in   
   1653. The following year he returned to Wales and ministered to his fellow   
   countrymen for 24 years.   
      
   In December 1678, Father Evans was arrested at the home of Christopher   
   Turberville at Sker, Glamorgan. When he refused to take the Oath of   
   Supremacy, he was imprisoned alone in Cardiff Castle, until he was joined   
   several weeks later by John Lloyd, who was arrested at Penllyn, Glamorgan.   
   They had both been arrested in the hysteria of the Titus Oates plot to kill   
   King Charles II.   
      
   After five months, the two priests were brought to trial, but when no   
   evidence of their complicity could be produced, they were charged with being   
   priests, which was illegal in the realm. Few were willing to serve as   
   witnesses against them. Finally, they were convicted on the evidence of two   
   poor women who were suborned to say that they had seen Father Evans   
   celebrating Mass.   
      
   Following the trial they were returned to prison, where they were allowed a   
   great deal of liberty--so much liberty that when an official came to tell   
   them they were be executed the following day, Father Evans was playing   
   tennis and would not return to his cell until he had finished it. Father   
   Evans spent his remaining hours playing the harp and talking to his   
   well-wishers who came to visit them. It almost seems as though the local   
   people were reluctant to have treated them in such an uncharitable manner.   
      
   They were executed on Gallows Field (at the northeastern end of what is now   
   Richmond Road). Father Evans addressed the onlookers in Welsh and English   
   and, turning to his fellow martyr, said: "Adieu, Mr. Lloyd, though for a   
   little time, for we shall shortly meet again." After Evans death, Father   
   Lloyd made only a brief speech because, as he said, "I never was a good   
   speaker in my life" (Benedictines, Delaney, Walsh).   
      
      
   Saint Quote:   
   You say in your book that while we live we are able to pray for each other,   
   but afterwards when we have died, the prayer of no person for another can be   
   heard.... But if the apostles and martyrs while still in the body can pray   
   for others, at a time when they ought still be solicitous about themselves,   
   how much more will they do so after their crowns, victories, and triumphs?   
   --Saint Jerome from Against Vigilantius, 406AD   
      
   Bible Quote:   
   I will give glory to Thee, O Lord, O King, and I will praise Thee, O God my   
   Saviour.   
   I will give glory to Thy name: for thou hast been a helper and protector to   
   me.  (Ecclesiasticus 51:1-2)   
      
      
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   I Came to You Late   
      
   I came to You late, O Beauty so ancient and new. I came to love You late.   
   You were within me and I was outside where I rushed about wildly searching   
   for You like some monster loose in Your beautiful world. You were with me   
   but I was not with You. You called me, You shouted to me, You wrapped me in   
   Your Splendour, You broke past my deafness, You bathed me in Your Light, You   
      
   sent my blindness reeling. You gave out such a delightful fragrance and I   
   drew it in and came breathing hard after You. I tasted, and it made me   
   hunger and thirst; You touched me, and I burned to know Your Peace.   
      
   St. Augustine of Hippo   
      
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