Horace Walpole (1717)
It was on this date, September 24, 1717, that English man of letters Horace Walpole was born in London. The youngest son of England's longest-ruling Prime Minister, Robert Walpole (who was most likely an Atheist), Horace's original first name was Horatio. Educated according to his social station, at Eton and King's College, Cambridge, Walpole graduated to traveling on the Continent for two years with poet Thomas Gray. Most likely, Walpole and Gray were homosexual lovers and Walpole's premature return to London in 1741, to take a seat in Parliament, was because they had quarreled.
Four years later, his famous father died, leaving him great wealth, but Walpole retained his seat in Parliament – and followed his father's loyalties to King George II and Queen Caroline (Walpole observed Caroline to be a Deist believing in a future life).
Two years later, in 1747, Walpole bought a house near Twickenham outside London, which he turned into a whimsical neo-Gothic mansion called Strawberry Hill. It was this architectural self-indulgence that started a neo-Gothic revival in England. Housed at Strawberry Hill was an eclectic collection of art, plus a small private press, on which he printed some of his now-reinstated friend Thomas Gray's works. Walpole published his own Gothic novel in 1765, The Castle of Otranto, to reflect that architectural style, and thereby launched a trend in Gothic literature.
Principally known as a letter-writer – his extant letters fill sixteen volumes – Walpole was one of the most brilliant writers of the Deistic school. In his letters he freely admitted his skepticism about immortality and his distaste for priests. He described a 1739 funeral procession in Paris as:
...a most vile thing. A long procession of flambeaux and friars; ... nothing but friars, white, black, and grey, with all their trumpery. ... By the bye, some of these choice monks, who watched the body while it lay in state, fell asleep one night, and let the tapers catch fire of the rich velvet mantle lined with ermine and powdered with gold flower-de-luces, which melted the lead coffin, and burnt off the feet of the deceased before it awakened them.
In Bologna that same year, Walpole noted,
Now and then we drop in at a procession, or a high-mass, hear the music, enjoy a strange attire, and hate the foul monkhood. Last week, was the feast of the Immaculate Conception. ... The vice-legate, whose conception was not quite so immaculate, is a young personable person, of about twenty, and had on a mighty pretty cardinal-kind of habit; 'twould make a delightful masquerade dress.
Back in England, Walpole showed the same disdain for religion:
Besides, the woman who showed me the church [in Malvern Abbey] would pester me with Christ and King David, when I was hunting for John of Gaunt and King Edward.
And in observing churches in his travels, Walpole wrote,
A Gothic church or a convent fills one with romantic dreams – but for the mysterious, the church in the abstract, it is a jargon that means nothing, or a great deal too much, and I reject it and its apostles.
Horace Walpole died on 2 May 1797 at age 79. Among his contributions to English literature was this donation to the English language: in the Persian fairy tale The Three Princes of Serendip (1754), Walpole noted the heroes finding valuable things they weren't looking for, thus coining the word serendipity.
 Letter to Richard West, Esq., Paris, 21 April 1739.
 Letter to Richard West, Esq., Bologna, 1739.
 Letter to Richard Bentley, Esq., Arlington Street, September 1753.
 Letter to William Cole, 12 July 1778.
 Letter to Horace Mann, 28 January 1754, in which Walpole wrote, "as their highnesses travelled, they were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of ... [T]his discovery, indeed, is almost of that kind which I call Serendipity, a very expressive word." The word is based on an obsolete word for Sri Lanka, Serendip.
Originally published September 2003 by Ronald Bruce Meyer.
“But my doubt would not be overcome,” wrote Brandes. “Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.”