Saint Cecilia is the patron of music because she sang in her heart at her own forced wedding. Then the axe failed three times.
Cecilia’s Wine House holds a 4.6 from a hundred and seventy-one people and charges twenty to fifty pounds, and it is named after the patron saint of music.
And the reason she is the patron saint of music is one line, and the line is misread, and the misreading created six hundred years of art.
The line
She was a Roman noblewoman, and she was married against her will – and the account says that as the musicians played at her wedding, she sang in her heart to the Lord.
In her heart. Not out loud. The point of the sentence is that she was not participating. She was somewhere else, silently, while the ceremony was conducted around her.
It is a line about a woman refusing to be present at her own wedding.
And it was read, over the centuries, as a line about a woman who liked music – and she became the patron of musicians, and she is painted at an organ, and there are odes and cantatas and hymns to her, and Purcell and Handel and Britten all wrote for her feast day.
What happened to her
She converted her husband, and his brother, and they were both executed.
And then it was her turn – and the attempt to suffocate her in her own bathhouse failed, and so they sent a soldier with an axe.
He struck her three times, which was the legal limit, and did not kill her.
She lived for three more days, and the accounts say she preached, and gave away her possessions, and asked that her house become a church.
It did. Santa Cecilia in Trastevere stands on it.
The tomb
In 1599 the tomb was opened, and the body was reported to be incorrupt – and the sculptor Stefano Maderno was there, and he made a statue of what he saw.
She is lying on her side, turned away, her face hidden. Her fingers are extended – three on one hand, one on the other – which is traditionally read as a final testimony to the Trinity.
It is one of the most affecting sculptures in Rome and it is not a saint in glory. It is a body on the floor.
What we did with her
We have found this in three hundred and eighty-four articles and it never varies.
Philomena, whose entire life was assembled from three rearranged tiles and a nun’s dream. Dom Perignon, who never said it. The Elephant and Castle, which is a cutler’s badge. Old Speckled Hen, which is a car.
And a woman who sang silently to avoid a marriage she did not want, who became the cheerful patroness of choirs.
The bar
Small, warm, and a 4.6 on a real sample – the formula, again, which has never failed once.
Verdict
Excellent wine. Go, drink, and know that the woman on the sign was not singing.
The Odes
Her feast day is 22 November, and for a couple of centuries it was a genuine event in English musical life.
Dryden wrote for it. Pope wrote for it. Purcell set it, and Handel set Dryden’s ode, and in 1942 Benjamin Britten – who was born on 22 November, on her feast day – wrote a Hymn to St Cecilia to a text by Auden.
Auden reportedly found the commission tiresome and Britten pestered him for it.
So an English composer born on the feast day of a woman who sang silently to avoid a wedding wrote a hymn to her, to words extracted with difficulty from a poet who did not want to write them.
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The civil service reads this and thinks “well we’re not that bad” which is exactly what they’re supposed to think.