18 Sept 2023

West gallery quires and a Thomas Hardy novel

These days we are wont to think of church organs as traditional and worship bands as new, but in England during the 19th century it was just the opposite. Throughout the 18th century and well into the 19th, rural parish churches had their own west gallery quires, groups of amateur musicians who led the singing. There was nothing refined or high brow about this music. It was often quite rough. Too rough for the partisans of the Oxford Movement who preferred gregorian chant and a higher aesthetic.

The transition from west gallery quires to the organ was captured by the English author Thomas Hardy in his second published novel, Under the Greenwood Tree: A Rural Painting of the Dutch School (1872). Nancy and I recently saw a cinematic version of this, and last week I read the novel itself. Hardy's preface focusses on this transition, leading the reader to think it will be the major theme of the book:

This story of the Mellstock Quire and its old established west-gallery musicians, with some supplementary descriptions of similar officials in Two on a Tower, A Few Crusted Characters, and other places, is intended to be a fairly true picture, at first hand, of the personages, ways, and customs which were common among such orchestral bodies in the villages of fifty or sixty years ago.

One is inclined to regret the displacement of these ecclesiastical bandsmen by an isolated organist (often at first a barrel-organist) or harmonium player; and despite certain advantages in point of control and accomplishment which were, no doubt, secured by installing the single artist, the change has tended to stultify the professed aims of the clergy, its direct result being to curtail and extinguish the interest of parishioners in church doings. Under the old plan, from half a dozen to ten full-grown players, in addition to the numerous more or less grown-up singers, were officially occupied with the Sunday routine, and concerned in trying their best to make it an artistic outcome of the combined musical taste of the congregation. With a musical executive limited, as it mostly is limited now, to the parson’s wife or daughter and the school-children, or to the school-teacher and the children, an important union of interests has disappeared.

The zest of these bygone instrumentalists must have been keen and staying to take them, as it did, on foot every Sunday after a toilsome week, through all weathers, to the church, which often lay at a distance from their homes. They usually received so little in payment for their performances that their efforts were really a labour of love. In the parish I had in my mind when writing the present tale, the gratuities received yearly by the musicians at Christmas were somewhat as follows: From the manor-house ten shillings and a supper; from the vicar ten shillings; from the farmers five shillings each; from each cottage-household one shilling; amounting altogether to not more than ten shillings a head annually—just enough, as an old executant told me, to pay for their fiddle-strings, repairs, rosin, and music-paper (which they mostly ruled themselves). Their music in those days was all in their own manuscript, copied in the evenings after work, and their music-books were home-bound.

It was customary to inscribe a few jigs, reels, horn-pipes, and ballads in the same book, by beginning it at the other end, the insertions being continued from front and back till sacred and secular met together in the middle, often with bizarre effect, the words of some of the songs exhibiting that ancient and broad humour which our grandfathers, and possibly grandmothers, took delight in, and is in these days unquotable.

The aforesaid fiddle-strings, rosin, and music-paper were supplied by a pedlar, who travelled exclusively in such wares from parish to parish, coming to each village about every six months. Tales are told of the consternation once caused among the church fiddlers when, on the occasion of their producing a new Christmas anthem, he did not come to time, owing to being snowed up on the downs, and the straits they were in through having to make shift with whipcord and twine for strings. He was generally a musician himself, and sometimes a composer in a small way, bringing his own new tunes, and tempting each choir to adopt them for a consideration. Some of these compositions which now lie before me, with their repetitions of lines, half-lines, and half-words, their fugues and their intermediate symphonies, are good singing still, though they would hardly be admitted into such hymn-books as are popular in the churches of fashionable society at the present time.

The plot begins with the Mellstock parish choir and the decision of the new rector to replace them with a single organist, in the person of a marriageable young lady, Miss Fancy Day, who has recently moved to the parish. But at some point as he was writing the novel, Hardy seems to have decided that he had better make it into a romance if he wanted a reading audience. Thus the remainder tells the story of the developing romance between Miss Day and Dick Dewey, the son of a working-class tranter (i.e., peddler). The book ends with a wedding (spoiler alert!), with the Melstock choir having receded into the background.

Three references in the novel make it clear that at the time in which the novel is set, the psalms were still being sung by congregations, probably from the Tate & Brady "New Version" Psalter of 1696.

Today there are groups of musicians who seek to preserve west gallery music and to advance its appreciation to a wider public. (The term west gallery refers to the back of the church where the musicians were located, opposite the east end, the traditional location of the pulpit and altar/Lord's table.) One of these is the West Gallery Music Association, founded in 1990. Another is the London Gallery Quire, as seen in this delightful video:


After more than a century and a half of obscurity, west gallery music is making a comeback, due to the efforts of dedicated musicians with a love for this genre.

Incidentally, several years ago, a group of musicians at a parish church in southwestern England, not far from where Hardy's novels are set, recorded one of my metrical psalms and sent me the recording, which I have since misplaced. If I find it again, I will post it on my YouTube channel and link to it from here.

1 comment:

Bard Judith said...

'Quire' caught my attention, and now I must go fall down a rabbit hole of 'west galley music' hitherto unsuspected. Thank you!