Tuesday, July 22, 2014

A Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Christians of the Middle East

Friday, August 1, 2014
This was the day chosen by the Priestly Fraternity of Saint Peter (FSSP) for a worldwide day of Public Adoration of Our Lord Jesus Christ in the Blessed Sacrament in supplication for our persecuted brethren in Iraq, Syria, and the Middle East. . . .
More here.





Collects from the Missal:

O God, who makest wars to cease, and, by thy powerful defence, dost defeat the foes of them that put their trust in Thee; assist thy servants who implore thy mercy, that the fierceness of their enemies being overthrown, we may praise Thee with ceaseless thanksgiving. Through Christ our Lord. 
We beseech Thee, O Lord, mercifully to hear the prayers of Thy Church, that all adversities and errors being done away, she may serve Thee in freedom and quietness.  Through Christ our Lord. 
Almighty God, despise not Thy people who cry to Thee in their affliction; but for the glory of Thy name mercifully assist them in their tribulation. Through Christ our Lord. 
O God, who art the lover of peace, and preserver of charity; grant unto all our enemies true peace and charity; and vouchsafe unto them remission of all their sins, and by Thy mighty power deliver  us from their snares.  Through Christ our Lord.


F.S.S.P. in L.A.

That somewhat cryptic headline is meant to indicate that the Priestly Fraternity of St Peter will now have an apostolate in the Archdiocese of Los Angeles.  Alas, since the Archdiocese runs from the Orange County line all the way up to the northern most border of Santa Barbara County the chances of the apostolate being anywhere near you or me is minimal . . . even allowing for the expansive definition of "near" which Californians and westerners in general have. Nevertheless, it's worth at least a privately-prayed Te Deum to have an established apostolate dedicated to the traditional liturgy here in the Archdiocese.

Here's the announcement in Rorate Cæli.
Here's the new apostolate's website.



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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Found Again

If you happen to frequent the Anthony Trollope webpage, you know that you can subscribe to the Anthony Trollope quote of the week.  Not usually riotously funny, if that's what you were hoping for.  But usually insightful enough into human nature -- or at least my human nature -- as to give a start of recognition.

In clearing out the email in-box, I found this one from two or three weeks ago.

"He did not find in the contemplation of his grievance all that solace which a grievance usually gives."
          -The Small House at Allington
Indeed.

And then in looking up the webpage citation -- for what's a blog post without a citation? -- there was this:

"In ordinary life events are so unfrequent, and when they do arrive they give such a flavour of salt to hours which are generally tedious, that sudden misfortunes  come as godsends, almost even when they happen to ourselves."
          -Marion Fay
Almost.

Anthony Trollope's webpage
The Trollope Society


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17 July - The Holy Carmelite Martyrs of Compiegne

Their feast day is today in the Carmelite calendar.  The best source for their story is William Bush's "To Quell the Terror".  You can find it here.  (Note that it's half price until September; it's well-worth your $8.48)

If you haven't got the eight and a half bucks, try here for an introduction.

A collect for the feast of the Holy Martyrs:

Deus, qui ob invictam in tuo amore constantiam beatam Teresiam et socias eius de vertice Carmeli ad martyrii coronam vocasti:  tribue quæsumus, ut, te fideliter diligentes, ad contemplandam speciem tuæ celsitudinis perducamur.  Per Dominum nostrum.  Amen.




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Things Found in Books

Abebooks not only sells books but writes about them every now and again.  Today's essay is on Things Found in Books.

I've found a fair number of holy cards, some memorial cards, a few ordination cards, assorted advertisements and business cards, and in one volume years ago a service card for a Te Deum sung in St Patrick's Cathedral in New York celebrating the end of World War II.   Alas, no money and no Mickey Mantle 1952 rookie cards in mint - or any other - condition.


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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

16 July: In Commemoratione Solemni Beatæ Mariæ Virginis de Monte Carmelo, Titularis et Patronæ totius Ordinis Carmelitarum


Today is the titular feast of the Carmelite Order, that of the Blessed Virgin Mary of Mount Carmel.

Here's what the old 2d nocturn had to say about the feast in the translation done by the compilers of the Anglican Breviary:

Lesson iv  
There is an old story to the effect that many men continued to live on Mount Camel in the spirit of the holy Prophets Elijah and Elisha. And that those of them who were of the times of Saint John Baptist were made ready by his preaching to accept the Messiah. And that when the Apostles were filled with the Spirit upon the holy day of Pentecost, and spake with diverse tongues, and worked miracles by calling upon the Name of Jesus (which is above every name), these Carmelites, seeing and being assured of the truth, straightway embraced the Faith of the Gospel. And that on account of their singular love toward the Blessed Virgin, (who was personally known to them as a familiar friend,) they paid her the respect of building her a little chapel, (the first which was ever raised in her honour, ) which same stood on that part of Mount Carmel whence the servant of Elijah had in old days espied that manifest type of the Virgin, whereof he spake, saying: Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man’s hand. 
Lesson v 
To this new chapel they repaired oftentimes, day by day, and in their liturgy honoured the blessed Virgin as the particular guardian of their community. For this reason they came to be everywhere called the Brethren of Blessed Mary, of Mount Carmel. Now it would seem that this her name and protection are not the only gifts which this Virgin Lady bountiful hath given them. For it is believed that she gave them also the badge of the Holy Scapular which is said to have been bestowed on blessed Simon Stock the Englishman. This same is a certain holy vesture which hath become the special mark of this Order, whereby Carmelites trust that they are harnessed against all assaults. Moreover, in olden times, when as yet this Order was unknown in Europe, and not a few were importuning Honorius III to put an end to it, the gracious Virgin Mary (so it is said) appeared by night to the said Honorius, and flatly commanded him to shew kindness to the Order and to the men belonging thereto.
Lesson vi 
Many godly persons believe that it is not in this world only that the blessed Virgin hath marked with her favour this Order which pleaseth her so well, but in the next world also. For there her power and mercy have freer scope than here. And so they most surely trust that all who belong to the Guild of the Scapular if they have practised what is enjoined on them, (that is, a certain easy rule of abstinence, faithfulness in brief daily prayers, and the keeping of chastity according to their state of life,) are comforted by her motherly love while they are being cleansed in purgatory, and by her help are borne forward towards their home in heaven more quickly than others. Thus this Order (because it cherisheth these things as so many and so great gifts) hath instituted today’s feast as a solemn Commemoration of the Blessed Virgin Mary, to be made year after year in perpetual observance thereof.

There is a fine piece on Our Lady's Carmelite scapular in this morning's post in the Fountain of Elias.

Finally, a collect:

O God, who didst adorn the Order of Carmel with the special title of thy most blessed Mother, the ever Virgin Mary, graciously grant that we who celebrate her Commemoration this day with solemn observances, by the help of her succour, may be worthy to attain unto everlasting joys: Who livest and reignest, etc. Amen.

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Thursday, July 10, 2014

On YouTube at Last - Part I



St. Laurence O'Toole Pipe Band All-Ireland Championships 2014 - MSR
(If you think it's raining when they start, wait until they get to the reel.  Mercy.)



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On YouTube at Last -- Part II



St Laurence O'Toole Pipe Band - All Ireland Championships 2014 - Medley



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Saturday, July 05, 2014

St Laurence O'Toole Pipe Band -- All-Ireland G-1 Champions for 2014



The above which was shot a few hours ago is meant to give a taste of the competition field on the day.  Apparently, no one has put up any videos of the actual comp performances yet.

But word in the net has it that SLoT won it all today.  Well-done and congratulations.  I am delighted to have my semi-prediction proved wrong.  We await some YouTube videos.

FWIW, RTE has never broadcast the All-Ireland.  But BBC1 has for the past 4 or 5 years.  But this year, nada.  Hence, we await YouTube and some folk with video cameras.

ADDENDUM:  For those who have landed here via Google looking for full results, the Northern Ireland branch of the RSPBA gives the top winners in each grade here.  "Full" results don't appear to be up anywhere yet.






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Friday, July 04, 2014

The Glorious Fourth




This evening my town indulges once again in its annual orgy of patriotic pyromania: the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air to a fare-thee-well. We shall thankfully be elsewhere leaving the family manse in the care of its guardian angel, who has so far successfully protected it from the aforesaid annual exercise in negligent arson.

We saw survey results the other day on the (one hopes not infallible) internet which revealed that a sizeable chunk of the American populace believes that this 4th of July celebrates America's 2014th birthday.  One does have to wonder what  else some folks may think they're celebrating.

Happy 4th, anyway.

Oh, and the video clip is not me being egregiously unpatriotic and obnoxious.  Not entirely, anyway.  It seems the melody for "The King Enjoys His Own Again" is the very same as "The World Turned Upside Down" which the British military band played at Yorktown for Lord Cornwallis's surrender to the American and French forces.  So they tell me, anyway.  It does seem a touch cheerful for the purpose, though, doesn't it.

And before the day is over, this day also commemorates the death day of the blessed Chideock martyrs, Fr John Cornelius,  John Carey, Patrick Salmon, and Thomas Bosgrave.  Their story can be found here.



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Thursday, July 03, 2014

All Ireland Pipe Band Championship



The All-Ireland is coming up this Saturday, the 5th, in New Ross, County Wexford.  Hoping for a win for SLoT (shown above earlier this year) but FMM looks unstoppable . . . in the immortal words of Victor R. Gook, "smooth as peach butter and goose grease".  They'll be very hard to beat.

If you're in the area on Saturday  (I won't even be on the same continent) there's a bit more information here.  And the chances of a webcast are, alas, nil.  {{{sigh}}}.




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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Nobody Loves A Monarch Like Those Who Don't Have One

Even the French.



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Particularly Inauspicious

I have been called to account for failing in The Inn's self-appointed task of alerting all and sundry to the approach of Friday the 13th.  (Well, with the demise of Pogo someone had to.)   And this month Friday the 13th fell particularly inauspiciously on a Friday.   That was 4 days ago and your servant failed in his mission.  No mention in The Inn.  Even Homer nods and your servant isn't even Helen Steiner Rice.

So apparently if you inadvertently walked under a black cat or broke a ladder or something and are now experiencing the requisite 7 years of bad luck, it's my fault.  I do apologize.

Looking on the bright side, though, you've only got 6 years, 11 months, and 13(!) days of bad luck left.

(I shall try to more vigilant in the future, Richard.)


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Monday, June 09, 2014

A "less than ringing endorsement"

Humility is the first of the virtues, so say the spiritual writers.  Pipers, I'm told, are also occasionally in need of lessons in humility.  One James Ritchie received such on 6 April 1739 in a petition from his father to the Town Councillors who employed James Smith as their town piper:
Unto the Council of Peebles shews your ser[vant] John Ritchie That whereas I have put my son to learn to play on the pipes to your piper he not being fit for other work, and I not being able to buy him a pair of pipes Beseeches your Honours to give me some small thing to the end fore[said].

That "he not being fit for other work"  must have done the trick for the Council record is endorsed:

The Council grants Warrant to their treasurer to give the petitioner John Ritchie five Shillings Ster for the use mentioned in the petition.

(from Keith Sanger's article on the history of Peebles Burgh pipers in the June 2014 number of Common Stock, the journal of the Lowland and Border Pipers Society.)



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St Columba of Iona, the Apostle of Scotland


Today is the feast  of St Columba or Colum Cille, if you prefer.  He is on the liturgical calendars of Scotland and Ireland but he didn't quite make the cut in the United States.

The Inn had this to say about St Columba a few years ago.  The Catholic Encyclopædia has a detailed life here.  Perhaps the best things on the web on St Columba can be found at the Trias Thaumaturga blog.  You could start here but you don't have to stop there.  A little searching reveals a lot more.








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Tuesday, June 03, 2014

From this morning's reading

From Mattins:

The LORD is King, be the people never so impatient; * he sitteth between the Cherubim, be the earth never so unquiet.
-- Ps 99

From Romano Guardini's "The Rosary of Our Lady":

Let us stress the words "He began to feel dread and to be exceedingly troubled," and "His sweat became as drops of blood running down upon the ground."  It is the horror of the Redeemer before sin, not only before the Passion and death as such, but before the fact that all this must be endured in expiation for our sins, and that He was meant to take them upon Himself and be responsible for them.  How terrible it  must have been is shown by the other words He speaks in prayer:  "Father, all things are possible to Thee.  Remove this cup from me."  What was to come went against the Redeemer's whole being; not only because death is a revolt against the will to  live, but because sin is a revolt against God.  His third exclamation is "Yet not what I will but what Thou willest." 
The Worst part of sin is its hiddenness.  It hides everywhere: under the pretense that it is something natural, that it is something unavoidable, and that the power, gravity, or tragedy of life is expressed by it.  If we are witnesses here of Christ's fate, our eyes are opened wide to this pretense.

Sunday, June 01, 2014

Interesting Questions



It's been 7 months on Youtube.  Any answers yet?



The Tavern at the End of the World


The hour of absinthe is over. We shall not be much further troubled with the little artists who found Dickens too sane for their sorrows and too clean for their delights. But we have a long way to travel before we get back to what Dickens meant; and the passage is along an English rambling road — a twisting road such as Mr. Pickwick travelled. But this at least is part of what he meant: that comradeship and serious joy are not interludes in our travel, but that rather our travels are interludes in comradeship and joy, which, through God, shall endure for ever. The inn does not point to the road: the road points to the inn. And all roads point at last to an ultimate inn, where we shall meet Dickens and all his characters. And when we drink again it shall be from the great flagons in the tavern at the end of the world.

From GK Chesterton's Charles Dickens.   At least, originally.  I, however, have pilfered it shamelessly from the "Wit and Wisdom of G.K. Chesterton" site, which you can find here.  You can follow that site on Twitter and never miss a bon mot from GKC.



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Another Case of Chateau Plonque, Please

Red wine is the best thing for you since penicillin.  Mrs Vidal cites the relevant Telegraph article here in the always interesting Tea at Trianon.  There we find that the fruit of the vine improves your balance, sharpens up the brain, keeps the weight off, and even chases away the bed bugs.  And Hilaire Belloc knew that

Catholic men who live upon wine
Are deep in the water, and frank, and fine.
Wherever I travel I find it so,
Benedicamus Domino!

Not to excess, of course, but otherwise pretty much of a good thing all 'round.

And if the Telegraph isn't good enough for you, how about the Minneapolis Star-Tribune?  Yet another gold star for red wine but this time not focusing so much on resveratrol.  These folks think the good stuff is, well, alcohol itself.

I await anxiously the study on beer.



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Hiding for Three Years After Culloden

Work to restore the medieval tower at Drum Castle, 12 miles west of Aberdeen on Royal Deeside, has revealed a secret chamber where a Jacobite hero of the Battle of Culloden hid out for three years . . . .

You can read the rest of the article here.  Unfortunately, that's pretty much the most interesting part.
A bit more about the Laird of Drum and his doings wouldn't have gone amiss.



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Sunday, May 25, 2014

Highland Games II


Early Mass and back to the Highland Games today in Costa Mesa.  Lovely cool weather, thanks be to God.  Last week at this time  it was, what? 108°?  But today, high 60s to low 70s.

And a whole afternoon of pipe bands.  Who could ask for more?



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Saturday, May 24, 2014

Costa Mesa Highland Games

Lovely cool day in southern California --for a change -- where I am ensconced in the center bleachers watching the pipe band competitions. The grade V heat sa just finished.Prediction: the Blandfords have won this one. Caution: my predictions are notoriously unreliable. More later; the grade IVs are starting.

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

The York Pilgrimage of 2014




A lovely video from the Latin Mass Society of England and Wales highlighting their pilgrimage to York in honour of the martyr St Margaret Clitherow.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

"Roscommon's Holiest Mountain"

The annual Sliabh Bán Pilgrimage in Co Roscommon takes place today.
 Sliabh Bán hill lies between Strokestown and Ballyleague, and the pilgrimage follows the route taken by monks who lived in Cloontuskert Abbey founded by St Brendan and St Faithleach in 520 AD.
So says the Shannonside News page.  And it points out that it will probably be the last one.  The powers-that-be have decided to install a herd of wind turbines that will effectively block it off.

What's being lost:

Sliabh Bán and its southern ridge Fairymount are both an intrinsic part of the Cruachan complex of archaeological sites near Tulsk, identified as the site the traditional capital of Connacht, and are named in the epic Táin Bó Cúalnge.
The mountain has at least seven ring forts on its slopes, two near the summit. Most of these are now visible only on the old maps, as Coillte planted spruce trees on and around them in the period before this became illegal.
Further testimony that the mountain was a place of religious significance in prehistoric and mythic times was uncovered by the local people who erected the cross on the summit in the Marian year of 1950; they discovered ancient bones when they were digging the foundations.
Sliabh Bán is threaded by an ancient walkway which connects Cloontuskert Abbey on its east, and Lisonuffy Abbey to its west. It was used by monks passing between the two establishments. In 2003 the path was cleared and made passable again in accordance with the 1840 map of the area, with the help of a FAS Community work scheme.
Coillte supported the FAS scheme that cleared the monastic track. However they have recently destroyed a section of it once again by widening an access road.
There is a 17th century Mass Rock on Sliabh Bán, and in 2002/3 a route to it was cleared by a FAS scheme in association with the local community. A photo and directions to it are available in the ‘Walking Through Time’ pamphlet. It is sited very near to a proposed turbine and it it doubtful whether it would survive the construction process: its peace and sanctity certainly would not.
Read the rest here.

The main page is here.





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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Found While Looking for Something Else

ADDENDUM:  This post would have made a lot more sense yesterday -- what with allusions to nostalgia and all -- had I remembered to mention that the video cited is from 1931.  I.e.,  the "New Lord Abbot" hasn't been new in 83 years.  So, once again, bearing the date 1931 in mind, herewith:


"The New Lord Abbot receives the Abbatial Blessing at Mount Melleray" says the title of this silent video:

http://www.britishpathe.com/video/new-lord-abbot

We don't actually get to see an abbatial blessing. What it is, is about two minutes worth of procession into the monastic chapel by assorted clerics and religious: lots of lace-on-cottas, old religious habits (I noted after a couple of run-throughs Franciscans, Dominicans, one each Redemptorist, Passionist, and Discalced Carmelite, and perhaps a couple of Augustinians).   There are a few clerics wearing what look like papal mozettas  --  I suspect they're canons of the local diocese.  A pair of cappae magnae bring up the rear.

It's a delight to see in the beginning and in the end kind of sad and nostalgic, remembering the stark-white polyester nightgowns that make up clerical processions in the 21st century.  (They seem to be called "cassockalbs", God help us.)



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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Mass of Easter Day

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Easter at Bl John Henry Newman Catholic Church of the Ordinariate of the Chair of St Peter.

Yes,  yes, of course there was a congregation. It's just that no one sat in the front row.

And it was a beautiful Easter Mass.  It seems to me our little chapel should be filled (even the front row) and all of Orange County clamouring to get in.  But they weren't.  Hmm.  Another of the increasing number of things in life I don't understand.

But as for me:

 "I was glad when they said unto me: We will go into the house of the Lord."




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One Ha'penny . . .


. . . two ha'penny, hot cross buns.

In the dear, dead days of my youth we used to buy them - or occasionally make them -- on Good Friday and eat them on Easter Sunday.  Officially.  One,  of course,  might turn up as part of the "single normal sized meal" allowed on Good Friday.  Or one might comprise the breakfast on Holy Saturday.  But officially they were a treat for Easter Sunday no matter what others might do.

Chambers' wonderfully eclectic and occasionally accurate Book of Days has something to say about hot cross buns:

A superstition regarding bread baked on Good Friday appears to have existed from an early period. Bread so baked was kept by a family all through the ensuing year, under a belief that a few gratings of it in water would prove a specific for any ailment, but particularly for diarrhea. We see a memorial of this ancient superstition in the use of what are called hot cross-buns, which may now be said to be the most prominent popular observance connected with the day. 
In London, and all over England (not, however, in Scotland), the morning of Good Friday is ushered in with a universal cry of Hot Cross-Buns! A parcel of them appears on every break-fast table. It is a rather small bun, more than usually spiced, and having its brown sugary surface marked with a cross. Thousands of poor children and old frail people take up for this day the business of disseminating these quasi-religious cakes, only intermitting the duty during church hours; and if the eagerness with which young and old eat them could be held as expressive of an appropriate sentiment within their hearts, the English might be deemed a pious people. The ear of every person who has ever dwelt in England is familiar with the cry of the street bun-vendors: 
One a penny, buns,
Two a penny, buns,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross-buns! 
Whether it be from failing appetite, the chilling effects of age, or any other fault in ourselves, we cannot say; but it strikes us that neither in the bakers' shops, nor from the baskets of the street-vendors, can one now get hot cross-buns comparable to those of past times. They want the spice, the crispness, the everything they once had. Older people than we speak also with mournful affection of the two noted bun-houses of Chelsea. Nay, they were Royal bun-houses, if their signs could be believed, the popular legend always insinuating that the King himself had stopped there, bought, and eaten of the buns. Early in the present century, families of the middle classes walked a considerable way to taste the delicacies of the Chelsea bun-houses, on the seats beneath the shed which screened the pavement in front. An insane rivalry, of course, existed between the two houses, one pretending to be The Chelsea Bun-house, and the other the Real Old Original Chelsea Bun-house. Heaven knows where the truth lay, but one thing was certain and assured to the innocent public, that the buns of both were so very good that it was utterly impossible to give an exclusive verdict in favour of either.
Things may have gotten even worse since Chambers' day (which according to the imprint was 1867, if you were wondering.)  Look at that picture again.  That's not where the cross goes.  Hmpf.  Although to tell the truth, mine tasted pretty good.

I may have another.



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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Good Friday II


Good Friday is also the start of the Divine Mercy Novena.  Leaving Sr Faustina's diary in the middle of the kitchen table makes a pretty good reminder should you be the sort who forgets to begin novenas. Or continue novenas.  At least it's worked so far.  One down, eight to go.

(There's a website on the Divine Mercy devotion here.  A link to the novena text is about 15 or so lines down the table of contents on that page.)






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Friday, April 18, 2014

Good Friday



The Rome of a thousand years ago and more as related by the Blessed Cardinal Schuster in his Liber Sacramentorum:



Christ had said, Non capit prophetam perire extra Hierusalem; for this reason the station is held today in the basilica known as Sancta Hierusalem, to which the Pope formerly went barefoot, walking in procession from the Lateran. He swung, as he went, a censer filled with precious perfumes before the wood of the true cross, carried by a deacon, whilst the choir sang Psalm csviii: Beati immaculati in via.
Originally, as a sign of deep mourning, this day was aliturgical, as were usually all the Fridays and Saturdays of the year in Rome. Thus, when towards the sixth century the rigour of the ancient rule was somewhat relaxed and the Friday stations of Lent were instituted, the Popes still continued for many centuries the ancient Roman usage, which excluded even the Mass of the Presanctified on this day. Therefore the present rite does not go back beyond the Middle Ages, and represents the order used in the titular churches in Rome, in which the Pope was never present.
The Adoration of the True Cross on Good Friday was taken, as we have already said, from the Liturgy of Jerusalem, where it was already in use towards the end of the fourth century. Indeed, for a long time, in the West also, this adoration formed almost the most important and characteristic part of the ceremony, the central point, as it were, of the whole Liturgy of the Parasceve. Ecce lignum crucis: this is the beginning of the parousia of the divine judge, and at the sight of the triumphal banner of redemption, whilst the Church prostrates herself low in adoration, the powers of hell flee away terror-stricken into the abyss.
In Rome in the Middle Ages the papal reliquary containing the true cross was sprinkled with perfumes, indicating thereby the sweetness of the grace which flows from the sacred wood, and the inner unction and spiritual balm which the Lord pours into the hearts of those who carry the cross for love of him. 
According to the Ordines Romani of the eighth century, today's ceremony took place partly in the Sessorian Basilica and partly in the Lateran. Towards two o'clock in the afternoon the Pope and palatine clergy moved in procession barefoot from the Lateran to the stational basilica, where the Adoration of the Cross took place, followed by the reading of the Passion according to St John, and the Great Litany for the various ecclesiastical orders and for the necessities of the Church. The procession then returned to the Lateran. Singing as they walked the psalm Beati immaculati in via. On this day of sadness neither the Pope nor the deacons received Holy Communion, but the people were free to do so either at the Lateran, where one of the suburbicarian bishops celebrated, or at any of the titular churches in the city.
Towards the ninth century the rite was somewhat altered. The Adoration of the Cross was deferred until after the Litany, which was followed by the Pater Nostertogether with the Communion of those who were present. The procession of the Blessed Sacrament did not take place at that point, the ceremony ending with the Pope's blessing – “In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti” – to which the assembly replied: “Et cum spiritu tuo”. Everyone then recited privately the Vesper psalms, after which all went off to break their fast.

And if you were wondering, no, I have no idea why the font size changes in the above quote.  It's not that way in the original and it's not that way on the work page.  Blogspot just decided to do it.  Mysterious are the ways of Blogspot, its wonders to perform.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Advice on a Sunday Afternoon

From Professor Wilson, late of the University of South Carolina:

Those who are still addicted to the useless and indeed pernicious vice of following U.S. politics—let me urge you to go into recovery now. The habit of abstinence must be well-established soon  or you will be tempted by the hoopla of the 2016 Presidential sweepstakes. The primaries are only two years away and the uproar will start long before that. Without a determined recovery you will have to endure an endless carnival  of water temperature testing, trial balloon floating, absurd and short-lived ambitions and enthusiasms, and arrant speculation. It will all be pointless and ephemeral and have absolutely no relevance to any genuine process for selecting the next “Leader of the Free World” and Great Decider.

There is no hope  that any statesmanship or even real leadership can emerge from the carnival. The American political system, and alas probably also the American people,  left behind any such possibility long ago. What we will see is a contest of superficial celebrity backed by special-interest pandering that can have no meaning for any serious lover of his country. In case you haven’t noticed, the U.S. is now a glorified banana republic culturally and politically, if not quite yet economically and militarily.

There is more here but you have just read what you need to take away with  you.


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Some Piping for the Weekend



Some outstanding uilleann piping this week.  Here Tommy Martin plays a knockout rendition of what The Fox Chase.  Listen for the dogs, the fox, and the hunting horn.  The couple of tunes whose names I knew were The Foxhunt and An Maidrín Rúa. There are more.



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Monday, April 07, 2014

Mozilla, etc.

The very best commentary on the Mozilla/Eich kerfuffle can be found here:  The Eich Affair: Why Conservatives are Wrong

That's the first post.  There are two more (so far) following here and here.   They're longish, but well-worth your time.

In summary:  conservatives continue to play by the liberal rules and with liberal principles assumed.  Catholics should do better.



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Tuesday, April 01, 2014

A Brief History of April Fool's Day

The "Brief History" itself is here.

You probably know a good deal of it already.  But I did want to post something about the day in order to segue into a warning about Damian Thompson's blogpost on the day.  Really.  Don't go there.  It could cause a seizure.  Particularly if you don't know the meaning of Aprilis Stulte Dies.  Or if, like I did, you sort of breeze by it without paying any attention to the meaning but just sort of getting distracted by the odd grammar.

I'm only calming down now.

Monday, March 31, 2014

First Cousins

Which came first?

Kingsfold:




or Star of the County Down:



In case you were wondering, they "both" fit the pipe scale rather well.  Actually, it's hard to keep Kingsfold from turning into The Star of the County Down;  all the solemnity fades away at some  point.  And why does nobody ever sing the  most delightful of all the verses:


I'd a heart to let 
and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in shawl or gown,
But in she went 
and I asked no rent
From the Star of the County Down.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Some Piping for the Weekend



The opening of the Edinburgh Military Tattoo from 2013.

And speaking of "Suppressio Veri" . . .

 . . . this pretty much hits the nail on the head.


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Thursday, March 13, 2014

Suppressio Veri, Suggestio Falsi Department (from which title the author wanders at length)

From Fr Z's blog:

I want everyone to know about this.
This was posted at the blog Protect The Pope, which was run by Deacon Nick Donnelly.
Diocese of Lancaster’s statement about Deacon Nick Donnelly
BY M DONNELLY, ON MARCH 13TH, 2014
The Bishop’s office of the Diocese of Lancaster has kindly sent Nick the statement they issued to the press about him and Protect the Pope which is copied below.
“After learning that a notice had been placed upon the Protect the Pope website on 7 March saying: ‘Deacon Nick stands down from Protect the Pope for a period of prayer and reflection’ the Bishop’s Office at the Diocese of Lancaster was able to confirm that Bishop Campbell had recently requested Deacon Nick Donnelly to voluntarily pause from placing new posts on the Protect the Pope site.
Meanwhile, it was also confirmed that the Bishop asked Deacon Nick to use this pause to enter into a period of prayer and reflection on the duties involved for ordained bloggers/website administrators to truth, charity and unity in the Church.
Deacon Nick has agreed to the Bishop’s request at this time”.
I, for one, can imagine that a lot of pressure was exerted on the Bishop of Lancaster to have gone to such an extreme as to command a cleric under his charge not to think aloud in public.
I see now, however, that “M Donnelly” is posting at the blog. I take it that this is Missus Deacon. Good for her.

Boy, howdy.  The Church of Nice gets more open and inclusive by the minute.

But The Inn should still be safe.  Relatively safe.  We are, after all, not a cleric and very unlikely to be on any episcopal radar screens.  And, of course,  nobody else in or out of holy orders knows The Inn is here anyway.  That might be remedied if I ever got round to posting something on any sort of regular basis.  But I haven't, so it hasn't been, and so most of the traffic comes from occasional visitors who googled drawings from old missals or biographies of saints posted in 2005.

 I suppose if I actually wrote as obstreperously as I think, perhaps I would annoy  more people.  And at one time I probably did.  When The Inn first showed up, weblogs with a Catholic point of view were still pretty thin on the ground.  And ones with a traditional focus even more so.  But that was a dozen years ago.  There's a lot more out there now and weblogs are doing a lot more things than I ever could and doing it a lot better than I could ever attempt.  When you have blogs like Rorate Cæli, Creative Minority Report, and Orwell's Picnic  (to name just my favourites) you don't really need The Inn to chime in on a regular basis to say "Me, too!"  Oh, and The Remnant has been expanding its web presence making it a regular stop.

And so you get a lot of piping and some Scottish dancing.  And tea.  And . . . hmmm . . .where was I?  Oh, yes.  Deacon Nick's blog was suppressed  the other day by his bishop.  (Yeah, yeah, I know: he abstained for a period of reflection.  Right.)  Read the rest at Fr Z's site, which also links to Deacon Nick's site.

(Some day I'm going to wander so far off the topic I'll never find my way back.  Contrary to all appearances my muse is not Laurence Sterne and The Inn is not a sort of updated Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy.)


Found While Looking for Something Else

The medieval shrine of Our Lady of Caversham:  ever hear of it?

Me neither. 

But it existed up until Henry VIII, who had no Cardinal Kasper to console him in his marital difficulties, and so took alternate measures resulting in the shrine's destruction and his majesty's enrichment.

And now it exists again.  You can read the story here.  I found the first reference to it here.  So if you're in the neighbourhood, i.e., England, you can attend a Latin Mass Society pilgrimage this Saturday.

I, alas, am an ocean and a continent away.




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Friday the 13th . . .

. . . comes on a Thursday this month.

All the usual precautions remain in force.


Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Swiped, uh, I mean Quoted from CMReport's Twitter Feed

It is clear to  me that the world has collectively decided that hand-baskets are too slow a method of travel.

Indeed.

(There's a website, too.  It's here.  But I don't know how to link to a Twitter feed.  If you're good at rummaging around the web you can probably find it.  Otherwise, you'll just have to trust me.)




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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

On Silence in the Liturgy



You may have seen this already on Rorate Cæli.  If not, here it is again.  The talk is based upon one of a series  of position papers on the traditional Roman Rite that the Latin Mass Society of England and Wales has put together.  Click the link above which will take you to the - practically indispensable these days - Rorate Cæli site which has all the appropriate links for the Latin Mass Society and the original position papers.


Friday, February 21, 2014

As if worrying about reeds wasn't enough . . .

I was handed this little piece of business yesterday when driving into the local cemetery where  I play pipes on occasion.  It seems there was a coyote loitering on the premises a few weeks ago who tried to drag a visiting 3 or 4 year old into the nearby brush for an early lunch. (Or  was it a cougar?  The memory fades.  I suppose if you really want to know you could look it up.  Google knows everything, so they say.)  The mother was nearby and apparently gave the critter a good bash with a handbag or something and rescued the child.  But we have now all been duly warned.  I was used to the warnings on the signs about locking the car doors and not leaving valuables in plain sight.  I suppose there's  nothing for it now but to sharpen up the sgian dubh and try not to forget it when next I'm called for a funeral.

Now that I think about it there's a cemetery out in the valley -- the one where both Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers are buried --  that has signs  posted at regular intervals informing visitors that it is "rattlesnake season" and to be careful where you tread.  (I'm not actually certain what season rattlesnake season is since the signs seem to be permanent.)  I don't think I ever take my eyes off the ground when I play there.



Some Piping for the Weekend . . .




Fin Moore and Andrea Beaton on border pipes and fiddle.


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Monday, February 17, 2014

17 February -- St Finan of Lindisfarne: Traditionalist

From Mrs D'Arcy's The Saints of Ireland:

Finan succeeded Aidan at Lindisfarne, the Irish mission based on the northeast coat of England.  Seventeen years earlier the Anglo-Saxon King Oswald had requested Irish missionaries from  Iona to teach Christianity to his people and Aidan had gathered all of Northumbria to the faith.  Beginning in 651, Bishop Finan carried forward into the other Anglo-Saxon kingdoms.  The English historian Bede tells that the people flocked joyfully to hear the Word, that "the English great and small were by their Irish masters instructed in the rules and observances of regular discipline."

There are a few paragraphs on St Finan on the Catholic Online website here.  Even though he was principally responsible for the conversion of the English midlands, he is probably best known for his stance in the controversy over the dating of Easter and other practices of the Irish church.  Finan held fast to his tradition, learnt from St Colmcille.  In the words of Mrs D'Arcy:

And although an Irish priest, Ronan, is on record as having tried strenuously to persuade Finan to change over to the universal date, even as the rest of Ireland had done, nothing could move Finan from the traditions of Colmcille.  Commendable in every way, blameful in none, Finan died as he had lived, true in every smallest way to the traditions of Iona and the holy men from whom he proceeded.  Aidan's regime won all of Northumbria. Under Finan, Celtic jurisdiction reached the Thames and the diocese of London where the Canterbury mission had failed.



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An Unsolicited. . . .

. . . and, alas, uncompensated endorsement.

I.e., this stuff:



A decaffeinated tea that's actually worth drinking.  This is the only  decaf tea I've ever tried that wasn't equivalent to hot, coloured water.  Even the Irish, who have wonderful, strong blends of tea, can't do decaf.  But Typhoo decaf really is worth buying.  It tastes like tea.  Good tea.


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Sunday, February 16, 2014

Septuagesimatide

It's Septuagesima Sunday and Lent is just around the corner.  The Roman Rite and the Ordinariate liturgies do Septuagesima but the poor old Pauline Rite is still wandering about in Common or Garden Variety Time.

We went on at length a few years ago about Septuagesima and the liturgical farewell to Alleluia.  You can find it here.  (Judging from the introduction, Epiphanytide must have been rather short in 2005.)