I know of a decayed, overgrown chapel (not Anglican, not Catholic, but Calvinist) deep in a wooded demesne in the County Kerry, the Kingdom of the West.
It dates from the time of the Famine. The Squire provided ample food to those of the peasantry, and to their children, who were prepared to come along and take part with him in the dark idolatrous superstitions of Reformation Calvinism.
If you declined participation in the 'Souper's' religion, your children would starve.
That dreadful building still had, when I discovered it twenty years ago, hanging around it the stink of Evil.