"[A] man . . .the other day pointed out that I was never bored. I hadn’t thought of that before, but it’s true: I’m never bored. I’m appalled, horrified, angered, but never bored. The world appears to me so infinite in its variety that many lifetimes could not exhaust its interest. So long as you can still be surprised, you have something to be thankful for."
Saturday, April 25, 2015
All Indications Are You Might as Well
Found on this gentleman's Twitter feed: @Stuart1927 The sign seems to be referring to the upcoming British elections on May 7. We have another couple of years to go here in the Benighted States . . . so there should be plenty of time to have our copies printed up.
Somehow -- I've even forgotten what I was originally looking for -- I arrived at this article in the Daily Mail. If you click on it, you'll see a dozen or so photographs of a highly detailed and thoroughly fascinating scale model or diorama of the battle of Waterloo. I loitered there for far too long; loads of very detailed pictures. But even so I need to go back and try to find some of the pipers.
And the 2d battalion the 44th regiment of foot was there. An English regiment, so no pipers. But since my great, great, great, grandfather was in that battalion at that time, I presume he was there, too. Haven't noticed any family resemblances amongst the model figures, though. Yet.
Die Familie-Rehm sings something Bavarian for the Holy Father's 85th birthday in this clip, showing mostly the father and the sehr schön Elisabeth, although there are glimpses of her mother and sister.
A very happy and blessed birthday to the Pope Emeritus and Dominus conservet eum et vivificet eum . . . .
Blog posts should really include links to the referenced material. I don't think it's statutory yet, but failure to do so seems to be synonymous with moral laxity.
Nevertheless, I will continue. The reference is to an advertisement and they don't include print advertisements in the paper's web edition. So you'll have to trust me. The advertisement was for a mausoleum in, I think, Orange County. I know; I should've paid attention to name and location. But I didn't. I was so struck by the amenities in this establishment, for this "affordable prestige" mausoleum provided 24/7 "climate-controlled comfort". Isn't that wonderful? You or your loved one can decompose in perfect climate-controlled comfort for all eterni- . . . um, well, no I don't suppose for all eternity. But for a very long time. At least until the outfit goes belly-up and someone dumps you in a landfill and redevelops the property into luxury apartments.
I should've saved the advertisement. Maybe they'll re-run it next week.
The Lord says this: "Everyone who divorces his wife and marries another commits adultery, and he who marries a woman divorced from her husband commits adultery." [Luke 16:18]
You, however, divorce your wife as if you had every right to do so and you are not afraid of doing her an injury. You believe it is permissible because the natural law does not forbid it.
But the law of God does forbid it! And you, without being disobedient to human law, ought also to fear God. Listen to his law: "What God has joined together, let no man put asunder." [Matt. 19:6]
It is not of any great importance whether you commit adultery openly or under the guise of 'marriage'. There is one difference only: the fault committed on the pretext of principle is more serious than that which is committed secretly.
-- St Ambrose On the Gospel of St Luke, 8, 2 (PL15, 1765)
Found in Drinking from the Hidden Fountain: A Patristic Breviary, Ancient Wisdom for Today's World, by Thomas Spidlik, Cistercian Publications, 1993.
One despairs of influencing the Sacramento Home for the Criminally Insane for good. But I suppose it does behoove us to let them know that not everyone in this state thinks killing someone is the solution to every problem.
I did a funeral this afternoon and re-discovered an old favourite tune. At this service all the family wanted from the pipes was to lead the procession from the mortuary chapel to the gravesite. I don't do that very often and the last couple of times the family specifically wanted Amazing Grace, which I can do it but it isn't much of a processional.
So I paged through a couple of tune books and there in my big, black binder full of xeroxes and hand-scribbled scores was Lord Lovat's Lament, which I haven't done since, oh, maybe Clan Donnachaidh Band days, i.e., back in the late '80s or early '90s. And it's a great little tune, very melodic. It works well both as a very slow air and as a proper quick step. I probably played it somewhere in between. (You can't slow march a congregation of civilian mourners, now can you. Not with a motorized hearse on your tail, anyway.) The tempo was indeed slower than the folks in the video above, although I really like the tempo they've chosen.
What a beautiful little tune that is. That has to go back into the standard repertoire.
(Hmm. I wonder how it works on the melodeon.)
[ADDENDUM: It works a treat on the melodeon; at least it does on my C/G]
Herewith a cogent piece of analysis from Fr Jackson of the Priestly Fraternity of St Peter on the prep document for that Synod. (He is not, you'll be happy to know, best pleased.) It's here in pdf format.
Nigerian bishop: US won’t help us fight Boko Haram because of their population control agenda in Africa
Disappointed, but not surprised.
A Catholic bishop in Nigeria is charging that the US government’s dedication to population control and pro-homosexual “cultural imperialism” in Africa is the reason that the Obama administration is dragging its heels in offering military support for the fight against the militant Islamist group Boko Haram. Bishop Emmanuel Badejo of Oyo told the online Catholic magazine Aleteia that there is “a complicity also in the West in what is happening.” “I take it all back to the agenda of population control,” he told Aleteia’s Diane Montagna. The bishop’s interview took place as Rome and the Italian government stepped up security measures amidst threats by Islamic militants.
The brother of two of the 21 Coptic Christians murdered in Libya last week has thanked their killers for including the men's declaration of faith in the video they made of their beheadings.
Speaking on a live prayer and worship programme on Christian channel SAT-7 ARABIC yesterday, Beshir Kamel said that he was proud of his brothers Bishoy Estafanos Kamel (25) and Samuel Estafanos Kamel (23) because they were "a badge of honour to Christianity".
Harrowing scenes of the murders have been seen around the world. The last words of some of those killed were "Lord Jesus Christ".
More here. . . although you might want to push the mute button on your pc before you go there and avoid the annoying video advert in the corner.
Padraig McGovern playing more regulators than, well, anyone. Leo Rowsome used to go to town on the regulators but I never saw him do it only heard recordings; don't know if he did it like this. This is gorgeous stuff regardless.
"Supermarkets in Britain have reportedly been asked to make sure daffodils are kept separate from fruit and vegetables in a bid to prevent customers mistakenly eating the poisonous plants" it says here.
[Addendum: Oh, all right, all right. The Wordsworth reference is here.]
Benedicamus Domino, Alleluia, Alleluia! Deo Gratias, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Today the Liturgy says farewell to "Alleluia" until Holy Saturday.
The Inn had this to say a decade ago:
The medieval Church had several ceremonies of Farewell to the Alleluia which took place on the eve of Septuagesima. From Dom Gueranger:
The farewell to the Alleluia, in the Middle Ages, varied in the different Churches. Here, it was an affectionate enthusiasm, speaking the beauty of the celestial word; there, it was a heart-felt regret at the departure of the much-loved companion of all their prayers.
We begin with two antiphons, which would seem to be of Roman origin. We find them in the Antiphonarium of Saint Cornelius of Compiegne, published by Dom Denys de Sainte Marthe. They are a farewell to Alleluia made by our Catholic forefathers in the ninth century; they express, too, the hope of its coming back, as soon as the Resurrection of Jesus shall have brightened up the firmament of the Church.
ANT. Angelus Domini bonus comitetur tecum, Alleluia, et bene disponat itineri tuo, ut iterum cum gaudio revertaris ad nos, Alleluia, Alleluia. ANT. May the good angel of the Lord accompany thee, Alleluia, and give thee a good journey, that thou mayst come back to us in joy, Alleluia.
ANT. Alleluia, mane apud nos hodie, et crastina proficisceris, Alleluia ; et dum ortus fuerit dies, ambulabis vias tuas, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. ANT. Alleluia, abide with us today, and tomorrow thou shalt set forth, Alleluia ; and when the day shall have risen, thou shalt proceed on thy way, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluuia.
From the Gothic Church of Spain, an anthem:
Ibis, Alleluia. Prosperum iter habebis Alleluia; et iterum cum gaudio revertaris ad nos, Alleluia. In manibus enim suis portabunt te: ne unquam offendas ad lapidem pedem tuum. Et iterum cum gaudio revertaris ad nos, Alleluia. Thou shalt go, Alleluia; thy journey shall be prosperous, Alleluia; and again come back to us with joy, Alleluia. For they shall bear thee up in their hands, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone. And again come back to us with joy, Alleluia.
I've wondered about this since the demonstrations first started and I wondered where all the brave investigative reporters went to. It takes money to come up with all those professionally designed and printed banners and signs. And yet the press seemed utterly uninterested. Now we know where the money came from: government grants and George Soros. And we can guess why the press was uninterested.
This is from the July/August 2014 number of Gilbert, which they put into a question and answer format. The topic is, shall we say, synodically relevant.
The questioner wanted the marriage to be a standard commercial contract. Said GKC:
Now I quite understand this commercial theory of marriage, but I thought I had at least made it clear that it is not my theory of marriage. I contrasted marriage with a mere contract; I said it was not a mere contract, or even a mere promise, in the sense that it is the ordinary basis of mere contract. I said it was something which is more than a promise, and is called a vow. Two people make a unique and absolute agreement, not to exchange this or that, but to share everything, including any evil that may befall either. Personally I think people's heads must be very dull and their hearts very dead, in the days when the very thought of so absolute and audacious an adventure does not move them like a trumpet. But it is not a question here of what I feel, but of what I said. I said the vow was a unique thing, distinct from a contract or even a promise.
And then the questioner wants to tweak the text of the vows to make them a tad more modern. ("Obedience?" "'til death us do part?" Seriously?) GKC saith:
It never seems to occur to you that others might omit the wedding. What is the point of the ceremony except that it involves the vow? What is the point of the vow except that it involves vowing something dramatic and final? Why walk all the way to a church in order to say that you will retain a connection as long as you find it convenient? Why stand in front of an altar to announce that you will enjoy somebody's society as long as you find it enjoyable? You talk of reasons for omitting some of the words, without realising that it is an even better reason for omitting all the words. In fact the proof that the vow is what I describe, and what you apparently cannot even imagine, a unique thing not to be confounded with a contract, can be found in the very fact that the vow becomes verbally ridiculous when it is thus verbally amended. The daring dogmatic terms of the promise become ludicrous in the face of the timidity and triviality of the thing promised. To say "I swear to God, in the face of this congregation as I shall answer at the dreadful day of judgment, that Maria and I will be friends until we quarrel" is a thing of which the very diction implies the derision. It is like saying, "In the name of the angels and archangels and the whole company of heaven, I think I prefer Turkish to Egyptian cigarettes:' or "Crying aloud on the everlasting mercy, I confess I have grave doubts about whether sardines are good for me:'
Obviously nobody would ever have invented such a ceremony, or invented any ceremony to celebrate such a promise. Men would merely have done what they liked, as millions of healthy men have done, without any ceremony at all. Divorce and re-marriage are simply a heavy and hypocritical masquerade for free love and no marriage.
It's the real feast of the Epiphany today, the day after 12th Night. The USSRCCB, or whatever they're calling themselves this season, says otherwise. But it's today. Not last Sunday. As we have mentioned before, if you eliminate the 12th day of Christmas, you've got no 12 drummers drumming. That means the 11 pipers piping will rush the tempo. Then the 9 ladies dancing will lose the beat and stomp off in a huff. There are serious social consequences to messing about with the 12 days of Christmas.
More seriously, there are poems, hymns, and lovely pictures concerning Epiphanytide over at Recta Ratio; you can find them here.
The nanny state strikes again. The Evil Plague stalking the land this time is sledding. Yeah, sledding, i.e., sliding down hill on a snow covered slope of some kind. Not, to be sure, a prohibition that is likely to have much impact here in the southeastern corner of L.A. county, where we have neither hills nor snow. But another indication of which way the wind blows in this country.
Well, here's an interesting bit of information. It seems Isabella the Catholic had a major influence on the rules of chess. Originally the queen was not only not the key piece in the game but wasn't even the queen. I suppose I thought, insofar as I thought about it at all, that the rules of chess came fully formed from the mind of God into the hands of . . . um, well I guess Adam. It could fill in the hours when he wasn't earning his bread by the sweat of his brow.
A sobering plea for prayer from Msgr Pope of the Archdiocese of Washington:
We are very close to the new year, 2015 AD. And most of us at the new year have it in mind to pray for the future year not only for ourselves, but also for our family, country, and culture. With that in mind, there is something of an admonition to us all that I would share from Scripture. For while we look to the new year with hope, we do well to soberly assess the warnings of God that are seemingly more applicable than ever. Above all we must pray so as to avoid the otherwise necessary chastisements of God and the inevitability of ruin at our own hand if we do not soon repent.
We have good reason to have concern for what we have come to call Western culture. . . .
The way in which religious mysteries are mixed with merry-making is very shocking to some people -- especially. . . .to the people who do not believe in the religious mysteries. Sceptics are so very sensitive on the point of reverence. . . . .I could not but smile at the thought of those who have again been trying to prove to me that religion has no function but to make men sad. Those who gradually built up the ancient customs of mankind had a better sense of proportion and decoration. They knew, if only by instinct, how things grave and gay can be combined and distributed, and where flippancy is fitting and where solemnity fits in with it; what contrast will best bring out a real severity, and what is the psychological meaning of that profound phrase "comic relief". . . . .
-G.K. Chesterton, June 19, 1926
Christmas here was merry -- the gravy came out splendidly you'll be delighted to know. Thanksgiving, um, not so much. The giblets got misplaced. Don't ask how. They just did. But the Christmas gravy was a triumph, if I do say so myself. (You do remember that I am the gravy-chef?) Herself does the rest of the dinner so it goes without saying that that went very well indeed.
The new year's celebration could only have been lower-key if we'd slept through it, which we sometimes do. We actually had two celebratory options - the local RSCDS branch had a hogmanay dance and the parish had a gathering at Father's house - but herself wasn't feeling up to going out in the cold so we didn't go anywhere. Yes, cold. I realize 36° fahrenheit is hardly noticeable to Chicagoans, Canadians, New Yorkers and such but here in the not-quite-tropical-but-we-can-see-it-from-here southeastern corner of L.A. county that is eye-crossingly cold. So instead we just enjoyed each other's company.
I was sitting in the kitchen listening to the radio and doing the crossword puzzle when the gentleman down the street with the IQ of eight ounces of yogurt set off his explosive device* to signalize the arrival of the new year. I then quietly played Auld Lang Syne on the melodeon. And so to bed.
*The technical definition of the point at which an illegal firework becomes an explosive device I will leave to the courts. For purposes of The Inn, I have, as you will have noted, made my own decision.
Oh, one more thing:
Faustum et Felicem annum MMDCCLXVIII A.U.C !
annum bis millesimum septingentesimum sexagesimum octavum ab. urbe condita
Our usual little chapel space is too small for Christmas attendance so we migrate to our host parish's hall and do our best to make it a fitting place for High Mass. Still no incense, though. (Smoke alarms we're not allowed to turn off, doncha know.) But it was a beautiful Mass nonethless.
Everything is packed up and re-migrated now back to our little liturgical home and ready for Sunday.
It's Christmas Eve and only a few hours away from our Christmas Eve High Mass. Some of us will be arriving a bit early to set up for Mass and do a spot of decorating in a larger space than our usual little chapel. Not as large and elegantly Gothic a space as the folks shown above have (not yet, anyway) but we do what we can.
Miss-out on the Aubrey/Maturin Novels? Never in life, my dear.
All the Aubrey/Maturin novels have been republished complete in a boxed set of five volumes, says Fr Z in a blogpost here. An excellent opportunity to acquire the lot. I probably won't, as I have most of them already. In fact, I thought I had them all but in collecting them all in one shelf not long ago I realized some of the set have gone missing. Fallen over-board, perhaps.
I see some replacement book-shopping in the near future.
. . . comes on a Saturday this month. All the usual precautions apply.
If, as hardly seems likely, you've been waiting this whole long ten days to find out the results of the Great Crook, Criminal, Scalawag, or Rascal Manhunt of 2014 alluded to below, the alleged crook, criminal, scalawag, or rascal who was the object thereof got away clean. It didn't actually take the full ten days to come up with that intelligence, though. We knew that night. But as usual, your servant has been neglecting The Inn for assorted other pasttimes, e.g., doctor/dental appointments, classes, gigs, practicing on the new melodeon (we are getting better! Not perhaps good just yet, but definitely better), and general puttering around here and there.
Not only have we been blessed today with pluviam salutarem as the collect puts it, but we have also had our neighbourhood locked down by the lebenty-leben sheriff's deputies who have been searching for a crook, criminal, scalawag, or rascal said to be hiding somewhere hereabouts. A friend telephoned to say that the c,c,s, or r in question is wanted for an attempted car-jacking. And now you know as much about it as I do.
A good day to be in lock-down as it happens. We have plenty of tea and soda bread and I do believe the turkey soup is about ready.
It's been raining all day, thanks be to God. The above is taken from the den window (a.k.a. the library window when I'm feeling rather grand). This part of the state is still desperate for rain and we're enjoying every drop of it.
The truth is that we could all find reason for rebelling against theology every week; just as we could all find reason for rebelling against Government every week. But rebelling against Government is dangerous, so modern people (very characteristically) prefer to rebel against theology, which is safe.
G.K. Chesterton in the Illustrated London News, March 16, 1907
(But I got it, as usual, from gkchestertonquote.com here. You can get these delivered directly to your twitterfeed, you know, and obviate the need to depend on the vagaries of The Inn's publishing schedule to get your GKC. Yes, I know. Using the word "schedule" in regard to The Inn is stretching a point to its breaking isn't it.)
It's not really to St Andrew; but it begins, depending upon which tradition you follow, on his feast day or on the 1st Sunday of Advent which is the Sunday nearest his feast day. This year that's the same thing. And it's not really a novena which is supposed to last nine days.
But it's a beautiful prayer tradition for the season. The prayer is this:
Hail and blessed be the hour and moment in which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in piercing cold. In that hour, vouchsafe, O my God! to hear my prayer and grant my desires, through the merits of Our Saviour Jesus Christ, and of His Blessed Mother. Amen.
The tradition is to pray it 15 times a day until Christmas. There are many mentions of it on the web but no site goes very deeply, or indeed at all, into its history. Mrs Vidal says as much as anyone here. There's another mention here. It seems that's as much as we're going to learn about it. My grandmother knew it and so as a good traditionalist, I've adopted it.
November 29 -- Blesseds Denis & Redemptus, Carmelite Martyrs
November 29th in the Carmelite calendar is the feast of Bl Denis and Bl Redemptus, two Carmelite friars martyred by the Mahometans in the 17th century. There's an old post with their vitæ here.
The old collect:
O God, Who in Thy wondrous providence, didst lead blessed Dionysius and Redemptus through the perils of the sea to the palm of martyrdom, grant through their intercession that in the midst of earthly vicissitudes and worldly desires we may remain steadfast even unto death in the confession of Thy name. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
(It's also the birthdays of Vin Scully, Archbishop Marcel Lefebvre, and Janet Napolitano. Let those who place great stock in the horoscope make of that what they will.)
[Addendum: Yes, I had the wrong month typed in there for the longest time, hadn't I. Well, it's correct now. November it is.]
For some mad reason in this mad world of ours the things about which men differ most are exactly the things about which they must be got to agree. Men can agree on the fact that the earth goes round the sun. But then it simply does not matter a dump whether the earth goes around the sun or the Pleiades. But men cannot agree about morals; sex, property, individual rights, fixity of contracts, patriotism, suicide, public habits of health – these are exactly the things that men tend to fight about. And these are exactly the things that must be settled somehow, and settled on strict principles. Study each of them, and you will find each of them works back certainly to a philosophy, probably to a religion. Every Society has to act upon dogmas, and dogmas are exactly those things that are most disputable. It puts a man in prison for the dogma of the sanctity of human life. All punishment is religious persecution.
Remotely: G.K. Chesterton in the Illustrated London News, March 16, 1907
More immediately: shamelessly pilfered from the Wit and Wisdom: G.K. Chesterton Quotes website on which you can find today's post here.
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
4th Amendment to the Constitution of the United States
O Holy Ghost the Lord, Who on Pentecost gavest the Church the gift of tongues that Christ might be known,
loved, and served by peoples of divers nations and customs: watch over the Anglican heritage within Thy
Church, we pray Thee, that, led by Thy guidance and strengthened by Thy grace, that Use may find such favour
in Thy sight that its people may increase both in holiness and number, and so show forth Thy glory; Who livest and reignest with the Father and the Son, one God world without end. Amen.
One might infer from this selection of links that I believe
"Liturgical Regeneration" is going to come principally, if not
exclusively, from a restoration of the traditional Roman Rite.
Such an inference would be largely correct. However, see also
the Anglican Ordinariate links above.
High praise, recipes, & sources for
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(If this looks new to you, you are quite right; the
old Tavernkeeper address is no more.)
An address for complaints may possibly
be added at some point. In the fullness of time.
Le cunamh Dé. Deo volente.
Should you, in fact, decide to drop me a note,
it is entirely possible that I may decide to publish
it unless you tell me not to. And even if you tell
me not to, things do get in something of a muddle here;
in a fit of absentmindedness, I might publish it anyway.
So discretion is always advisable.
"Two of the pubs near Oxford which C.S. Lewis frequented were The Trout and The Six Bells.
Some of Lewis's American readers had written him to inquire about his views on drinking
alcoholic beverages. His response to them was in no uncertain terms: 'I have always
in my books been concerned simply to put forward mere Christianity, and am no
guide on these (most regrettable) interdenominational questions. I do however
most strongly object to the tyrannic and unscriptural insolence of anything that calls
itself a Church and makes teetotalism a condition of membership. Apart from the more
serious objection (that Our Lord Himself turned water into wine and made wine the medium
of the only rite He imposed on all His followers), it is so provincial (what I believe
you people call small town). Don't they realize that Christianity arose in the
Mediterranean world where, then as now, wine was as much a part of the normal diet as bread?" C. S. Lewis: Images of His World by Douglas Gilbert & Clyde S. Kilby