Wednesday, January 09, 2019

Women's "Ordination" -- what follows

Sometimes the slippery-slope argument is just bafflegab to distract the opposition.  Sometimes the logic of it is inescapable, videlicet Dr Kirk's essay here.



Tuesday, January 01, 2019

Not Me . . . alas


Because I could've put that $9 million to very good use.  Instead, it's somebody named Trevor whom Mr Moreno is hoping will be a knock-out right-handed starter.  I do have a nephew named Trevor.  But it isn't he either.  So no $9,000,000.00 anywhere in the family.  (It looks like an even bigger pile of cash when I put in all the zeros, doesn't it.)

Does Trader Joe's Know Me, or What



Of all the cardboard boxes in Trader Joe's the other day, the clerk chose to put my groceries in this one.  Not actually a bishop, to be sure, but that doesn't stop me from pontificating rather regularly concerning both church and state.

(French wine seems to have come in it originally.  I wonder if it was from Avignon?  Delighted to see they kept the triple-crown tiara . . . especially since Somebody Else didn't.)


Here Comes in a Guid New Year


"Get up, goodwife, and shake your feathers, 
And dinna think that we are beggars; 
For we are bairns come out to play, 
Get up and gie’s our hogmanay"
For we are bairns come out to play, 
Get up and gie’s our hogmanay"
~ Traditional

The above is lifted from this excellent site, which promises a new Scottish country dance for almost any occasion or, indeed, day of the year.   January 1st is here, wherein you can learn about first-footing and more.


Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Christmas Here at the Ancestral Manse


Sunday, December 23, 2018

A Little Seasonal Piping



Lovely pieces.  It's worth mentioning that, it still being Advent for a little while longer, Veni, Veni Emmanuel goes even better on the smallpipe than Good Christian Men.

Alas, no smallpipers seem to have made a video of that.


Friday, December 07, 2018

Changing of the Guard



Donal Dubh, my pal from next door, hasn't been in his usual chair for, oh, six months or so.   I see him wandering around the neighbourhood so he hasn't had a run-in with a car or one of California's protected coyotes.  But he no longer haunts the comfy chair.

The front porch, however, has not been left unguarded.


His marmalade cousin has taken up the task and spends most mornings and some afternoons and occasionally evenings taking his or her leisure on what is now officially the cat chair.


As almost always, clicking on the picture will expand it to gigantic proportions.  At least viewing it with Vivaldi or Opera it will.  Then you will be able to see for yourself that Donal is a real cat and not an inkblot on the cushion.

Friday, November 30, 2018

St Andrew Christmas Novena

It begins today.

It's not to St Andrew and it's not really a novena since it lasts for 25 or 26 days, depending upon whether you continue it on the 25 of December.

It goes like 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.
Say it 15 times a day until Christmas.  But not all at once, so they tell me.  Unless, say, um, you forgot and had to get them all in at 11:50 p.m. some day.  Not that I would forget.  Just a f'rinstance,
you understand.  Best practice is 5 in the morning, 5 in the afternoon, and 5 at night as Michael Matt recommends here.

So why St Andrew?  Because it begins today and today is his feast day.

A history of the vigil of his feast.

St Andrew in the east.

Friday, November 23, 2018

Thanksgiving . . .

. . .was, of course, yesterday.

Herself and I didn't do our own dinner this year so I have no gravy catastrophe to relate.  Instead we went to the cousins in Long Beach and had the requisite sumptuous repast.  It was also a celebration of Mary's birthday which is usually on or around Thanksgiving (but is actually a week away this year, but who's counting).  So there was pie and cake which pleased me and the birthday girl and absolutely delighted the Under 5 Set beyond belief.

I don't spend much time with the Under 5 Set these days.  I had forgotten how wonderfully hilarious they can be.  They are determinedly single-minded. . . and so easily distracted.  Except when they're not.  And they're what brought to mind the Chesterton paragraph in the post below.  Monica and Joe, you made the evening.   Norman Rockwell should've been there.


". . .for we have sinned and grown old. . . ."

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again’; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again’ to the sun; and every evening, ‘Do it again’ to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” 

-- G.K. Chesterton in "The Ethics of Elfland" via the American Chesterton Society's FB page, which I didn't save the link to so this link will have to do.  It's in there somewhere.



Thursday, November 22, 2018

Thanksgiving Day

ALMIGHTY and gracious Father, we give thee thanks for the fruits of the earth in their season and for the labours of those who harvest them: make us, we beseech thee, faithful stewards of thy great bounty, for the provision of our necessities and the relief of all who are in need, to the glory of thy Name; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

ALMIGHTY God, Father of all mercies, we, thine unworthy servants, do give thee most humble and hearty thanks for all thy goodness and loving-kindness to us and to all men; We bless thee for our creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life; but above all, for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace, and for the hope of glory. And, we beseech thee, give us that due sense of all thy mercies, that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful; and that we show forth thy praise, not only with our lips, but in our lives, by giving up our selves to thy service, and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with thee and the Holy Ghost, be all honour and glory, world without end. Amen.


Wednesday, November 21, 2018

The Synod (you know: the one ostensibly about "youth")




I first wrote "inside report on the synod".  But that wasn't quite true.  She wasn't "inside" and those who were aren't allowed to comment thanks to Pope Parrhesia I.  But she knows as much about it as anyone who wasn't an episcopal participant is likely to.  And she's an excellent speaker.  The above is well-worth an hour and a quarter of your time.

More good stuff available from The Remnant here.





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Statistics that Explain a Lot

"Witches now outnumber Presbyterians in the United States."

So sayeth the Pew Research people here.

(A shame Frs. Summers and Thurston have both gone to their reward.  Would've made for some interesting commentary.)



21 November - The Presentation of Our Lady in the Temple

Which is today's feast in the Roman calendar, the N.O. calendar and the Ordinariate calendar.

Background on the history of the feast here in the excellent New Liturgical Movement blog.

The collect from the DW Missal:

Almighty and everlasting God, who by the overshadowing of the Holy Ghost didst prepare the body and soul of the glorious Virgin Mother Mary to be a dwelling-place for thy Son:  grant that we who rejoice in her Presentation may at her tender intercession be kept unspotted, and made a pure temple for his dwelling; who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

Monday, November 12, 2018

St Elizabeth of the Trinity

O my God, Trinity Whom I adore, help me to forget myself entirely that I may be established in You as still and as peaceful as if my soul were already in eternity.  May nothing trouble my peace or make me leave You, O my Unchanging One, but may each minute carry me further into the depths of Your Mystery.  Give peace to my soul; make it Your heaven, Your beloved dwelling and Your resting place.  May I never leave You there alone but be wholly present my faith wholly vigilant, wholly adoring, and wholly surrendered to your creative action.

From the writings of St Elizabeth of the Trinity, via the Carmelite propers for her office.

Annoyance du Jour

That would be when I think I have about half a tube of Expensive Prescription-Only Oinment left in the tube and it turns out that what I really have is a little less than ¼ of a tube of Expensive Prescription-Only Ointment and One Large Air Bubble.


Tuesday, November 06, 2018

Votin' Day


The memsahib and I are just back from doing our politico-religious duty here in the PRC and voted for the various Republican sacrificial lambs that are allowed on the ballot.   Some aren't allowed, you know.  Winners of Republican primaries aren't on the ballot if they don't receive sufficient primary votes according to the rules promulgated by the Sacramento Home for the  Criminally Insane.  Write-ins not allowed either; wouldn't want to disadvantage the illiterate.

Democracy my . . . um,  . . . foot.

Still, it's fun for a little while to pretend we make a difference.






Sunday, October 14, 2018

Columbus Day

I know, I know.  It was last week.  It used to be on the 12th of October but now it's the second Monday or something.  It may not even be Columbus Day any more for all I know;  Explorer day or Indian day or something.

But the point of this tardy mention is this site in which are several transcripts of talks on Christopher Columbus by the late Fr John Hardon.  Highly recommended.

(I need to thank someone for this citation but -- not for the first time I'm afraid -- I've forgotten who.  Apologies to whoever it was mentioned this to me.)



Sunday, October 07, 2018

Feast of the Holy Rosary

Lots of church today.  It is not only the feast of Our Lady of the Rosary  -- a.k.a. Our Lady of Victory, commemorating the battle of Lepanto -- but our parish also celebrated our patronal feast of Bl John Henry Newman two days early.  So we had sung Mattins at 10:15, High Mass at 11:00 and recitation of the rosary at about 1:00-ish, or whenever it was the Mass ended.  I didn't look at my watch.  And there was a reception afterward with what looked like a lot of very good food and drink.

But I didn't partake.  The back was acting up again and all I really wanted at that point was to go home and sit in my chair with the perfect lumbar support.  So I did that instead.  But the repast did indeed tempt.

Here's a page on Our Lady of the Rosary.

And here's the best description of the battle of Lepanto you'll ever find.  Although I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding many more ponderous academic treastises.

Fr Hunwicke had something to say about Our Lady of Victory a few years ago.  In part:

That great Pontiff, S Pius V, established the Feast of our Lady of Victories to celebrate the triumph of Christian arms at the battle of Lepanto, October 7, 1571, a victory won by the countless rosaries which clanked through the hands of the Rosary Confraternities of Western Europe. They begged God for the safety of Christendom against the invading Turk. Gregory XIII pusillanimously renamed the feast as 'of the Rosary', and popped it onto the first Sunday of October (a stone's throw from the Feast of the Protecting Robe of the Mother of God in some Byzantine calendars) where it stayed until the reforms of S Pius X. But, to this day, those who follow the Extraordinary Form are allowed, on the first Sunday of October, an External Solemnity of this feast. And, after all, no homilist could be forbidden to refer to this celebration as our Lady of Victories.

The link I had for that has vanished -- mysterious are the ways of Blogspot, its wonders to perform -- but he has two more pieces here and here.   Videlicet.

And as for Bl John Henry, most, if not all that he wrote can be found here, along with a link to a rather lengthy biography and another link to the progress of his canonisation.



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Saturday, October 06, 2018

Where are they now?



Hans Schulz, former sergeant in the Luftwaffe, appears to have made his way to the United States and advanced to the ranks of the episcopacy, where, it would seem, he fit right in.

Thursday, October 04, 2018

Deploying the "P" Word

It is profoundly worrying when a man escalates accusations against himself – which could easily be verified or falsified in a moment – into an apocalyptic catastrophe involving the whole future of the Catholic Church.

The time has surely come. . . .



What Else Kept Me Occupied



Granuaille got a brand new chanter last week. Well, new to her anyway. It's actually an abw Naill from the early '90s, so perhaps I ought to say a new 25 year old chanter. A very good year for Naill chanters in my experience. (The chanter you see her wearing in the picture with the orange-ish sole isn't the new one; that's actually an old Hardy pitched a good deal lower than the new one.)

I did some preliminary tuning when it first arrived, but I finally got a chance to take her out last Friday to the park for a good workout. The chanter took an Apps reed with hardly any tweaking at all. Just a wee touch of tape on the E and F and she was singing. It's really a lovely, mellow chanter and I'm delighted with it.

And now I'm thinking maybe I should mellow out the drones and get a better blend. The old wygents in there now are pretty robust. Hmm, cane. I may be too old to spend my dotage messing about with cane. But it really does make for a sweeter pipe. Decisions, decisions.

(And, yes, there are only two drones. She's an Irish warpipe that Kintail made in 1982.)




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Catching Up . . . sort of

It's been over a month, hasn't it.  Indeed, almost two months since we've cranked up blogspot, shifted The Inn in gear and pontificated about something or other. It's difficult to mind The Inn because it's online and in going online one is -- or at least I am -- immediately absorbed in the collapse of the current papacy.  I suppose if I had had something incisive or original to say I would've popped in for a bit. But I really didn't.

There are all sorts of sites to follow the Bergoglian catastrophe.  In my only occasionally humble opinion these are the best:

1 Peter 5
Rorate Cæli
What's Up With Francischurch?  (She doesn't publish as often as the others but it's always worth reading.)
The Moynihan Letters  (Tries to give the benefit of the doubt to PF, which I find difficult to read because I can't dig up a doubt to give PF the benefit of.   But he does reprint full copies of the relevant documentation.)
The Remnant  (THE trad bible for, oh, a half century or more.)
The Wanderer  (heavy on the politics but also full of factual reporting, much of which our most reverend fathers-in-God would prefer you not bother your pretty little head about.)

Most (all?) of those folks have Twitter feeds to keep you apprised of updates.

And that's where most of the online time went.  Well, that and the supreme court nomination exercize in rash judgement, calumny, and detraction.  (Does the Democrat party not realize that they are coming across to ordinary folk as certifiably insane, verging on the demonic?)  The Bergoglian affair does have more interest and importance sub specie æternitatis but the supreme court nomination hearings do capture the attention also.  You know, the way the six car traffic accident by the side of the road does.




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Thursday, August 09, 2018

Another Point of View

Another kind of lawful slaying belongs to the civil authorities, to whom is entrusted power of life and death, by the legal and judicious exercise of which they punish the guilty and protect the innocent.  The just use of this power, far from involving the crime of murder, is an act of paramount obedience to this Commandment which prohibits murder.  The end of the Commandment is the preservation and security of human life.  Now the punishments inflicted by the civil authority which is the legitimate avenger of crime naturally tend to this end, since they give security to life by repressing outrage and violence.  Hence these words of David:  "In the morning I put to death all the wicked of the land, that I might cut off all the workers of iniquity from the city of the Lord."  -Ps 100:8
from the Catechism of the Council of Trent, the section of the fifth commandment.  Translated into English by John A. McHugh, O.P., S.T.M., Litt.D. and Charles J. Callan, O.P., S.T.M., Litt.D.


"[T]he legitimate avenger of crime".  Interesting turn of phrase, that.


(Personally, I'm not sure I would object to the abolition of capital punishment as a practical matter.   As the late Joe Sobran pointed out, one has only to note who makes these life-or-death decisions. . . .)



My World is Tottering

The How-to Geek newsletter, to which I cannot link because this bit only seems to be in the email and not on-line, has startling news in it this morning.  It changes one's whole view of reality. 

I quote:

Despite what cartoons have taught us, the coyote can run up to 43 miles per hour while the roadrunner can only run up to 32 miles per hour.

Further research is clearly called for.   But if true, then what to make of all those catastrophic accidents?    Hmm.  It appears the Acme Corporation would be wise to lawyer-up, sooner rather than later.



"Not a Drinking Game" it says at the bottom. . . .

. . . . but it could be.   Easily.

Go here and play Bishop Press Release Bingo.

(Tip of the balmoral to the good Hilary for putting this cite on her twitter feed, from which I appropriated it.)


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Wednesday, August 01, 2018

The Dress Act of 1746




The Dress Act 1746 was part of the Act of Proscription which came into force on 1 August 174[7] and made wearing "the Highland Dress" including tartan or a kilt illegal in Scotland as well as reiterating the Disarming Act. The Jacobite Risings between 1689 and 1746 found their most effective support amongst the Scottish clans, and this act was part of a series of measures attempting to bring the warrior clans under government control. An exemption allowed the kilt to be worn in the army, continuing the tradition established by the Black Watch regiment. The law was repealed in 1782.
From the always interesting Vintage Tartan FB page. The direct link to the piece is here.

The Scottish Tartan Authority has more on the Dress Act of 1746 here.

The tartan shown above is the St Ninian tartan commissioned by the Scottish parliament for the visit of Pope Benedict to Scotland.   More here.


Lammas Day



Today, the first of August, is indeed Lammas Day.


Lammas Day (Anglo-Saxon hlaf-mas, "loaf-mass"), is a holiday celebrated in some English-speaking countries in the Northern Hemisphere, usually between 1 August and 1 September. It is a festival to mark the annual wheat harvest, and is the first harvest festival of the year. On this day it was customary to bring to church a loaf made from the new crop, which began to be harvested at Lammastide, which falls at the halfway point between the summer Solstice and Autumn September Equinox.
So sayeth Wikipedia here, along with much else.

Even though today is actually Lammas Day, the Ould Lammas Fair actually occurs at the end of August.  Go figure.



Gastro-oeconomia

Does one need to explain that Dr Kirk isn't always to be taken literally?

No, surely not.

So it should be safe to link here without undue repercussions.

And even here.

(Oops.  Link should be fixed now.)

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Monday, July 23, 2018

From the Mail

Sometimes you have to ramble through the internet underbrush to find the oddities.  Sometimes you just have to open your email software.  This from a daily service that is supposed to guide one through the mysteries of new technologies (and does a pretty good job of it, too):

In 2015, Godzilla received honorary Japanese citizenship and is listed as officially residing in the Shinjuku ward of Tokyo.

Interesting to see Japan liberalizing its treatment of illegal aliens.

Monday, July 16, 2018

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 in all of its branches.

The old 2d nocturn as Englished by the Anglican Breviary.

Fr Pius Parsch's piece on the feast from "The Church's Liturgical Year".

Since the Sabbatine  Privilege comes up for discussion every year at this time, this is worth mentioning again:

From the July/August 1980 number of The Maryfaithful: 
POPE PAUL V and the SABBATINE PRIVILEGE 
When certain Portuguese questioned the genuineness of the Sabbatine Privilege in the year 1609, the matter was thoroughly investigated by the Holy Office in Rome, and at the end of three years, on January 20, 1613, Pope Paul V approved the following: "It is lawful for the Carmelites to preach that the faithful may reverently believe...that the Blessed Virgin will assist by her continued intercession, by her pious suffrage and merits, and also by her special protection after their death, particularly on Saturday (which day has been dedicated to the most holy Virgin by the Church), the souls of those Brethren and members of the Confraternity who depart this life in charity, and who whilst living on earth have worn the Habit, have observed chastity according to their state of life, and have recited the Little Office, or, if they know not how to read, have observed the fasts of the Church and have abstained from flesh meats on Wednesdays and Saturdays (unless the feast of Christmas falls on either of these days.)"


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Saturday, July 14, 2018

And on the subject of kings . . .





. . . 211 years ago yesterday, the 13th of July, Henry Benedict Thomas Edward Maria Clement Francis Xavier Stuart, the Cardinal Duke of York and de jure King Henry IX of Great Britain, France, and Ireland died in Frascati, the last of the Jacobite succession to publicly claim his right to the throne.

A precis of the life of His Grace and Eminence is here in the good old Catholic Encyclopædia.


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July 14 . . .

a.k.a., "Bastille Day" and time for the annual reprint of the late Jerry Pournelle's piece on that day:

On July 14, 1789, the Paris mob aided by units of the National Guard stormed the Bastille Fortress which stood in what had been the Royal area of France before the Louvre and Tuilleries took over that function. The Bastille was a bit like the Tower of London, a fortress prison under direct control of the Monarchy. It was used to house unusual prisoners, all aristocrats, in rather comfortable durance. The garrison consisted of soldiers invalided out of service and some older soldiers who didn't want to retire; it was considered an honor to be posted there, and the garrison took turns acting as valets to the aristocratic prisoners kept there by Royal order (not convicted by any court). 
On July 14, 1789, the prisoner population consisted of four forgers, three madmen, and another. The forgers were aristocrats and were locked away in the Bastille rather than be sentenced by the regular courts. The madmen were kept in the Bastille in preference to the asylums: they were unmanageable at home, and needed to be locked away. The servants/warders were bribed to treat them well. The Bastille was stormed; the garrison was slaughtered to a man, some being stamped to death; their heads were displayed on pikes; and the prisoners were freed. The forgers vanished into the general population. The madmen were sent to the general madhouse. The last person freed was a young man who had challenged the best swordsman in Paris to a duel, and who had been locked up at his father's insistence lest he be killed. This worthy joined the mob and took on the name of Citizen Egalite. He was active in revolutionary politics until Robespierre had him beheaded in The Terror.
I can't figure out how to cite the original location.  Here's the location of the blog itself, still being maintained by Jerry's family.  Afraid you'll have to search for the original location yourself.

And this article remains  pertinent and of great interest, too.


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Saturday, July 07, 2018

Our Lady of Mount Carmel Novena


The feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, a.k.a., the Scapular feast, is coming up in 9 days +1.  Which means it's time to begin the novena to Our Lady.  Some prayer books have appropriate novena prayers and there are several on the web.  I rather like this one taken from an old novena manual of the early part of the last century.




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Friday, July 06, 2018

Does the 4th of July have an octave?


Well, it's in the novus ordo calendar with its own Mass.  It might, you know.  If it does, we're in the third day of it.

You will no doubt be delighted to learn that the ancestral manse has survived without a scratch our annual American orgy of patriotic pyromania.   This city does permit the safe-and-sane variety of fireworks (who comes up with these toe-curling descriptions, anyway?) and the evening of the 4th was filled with light and sound and the smell of gunpowder.  The grumpy side of me does hate to admit it but they are kind of fun to watch.

But the neighbourhood also has its fair share of the illegal variety which seems to consist entirely of small explosive devices.  And there's always one happy reveler who feels the need to set off a few at three in the morning.  Once I peel myself off the ceiling I can usually go back to sleep but on the whole I'd just as soon they didn't do that.  And I do hope none of the celebrants blew off any fingers.  (Yes, of course that's a real hope.  You're very cynical.)


Wednesday, July 04, 2018

4 July 2018




Well, here it the 4th day of July and not only is it the feast of St Ulric the bishop of Augsburg who was the first person ever canonized by a pope and Stephen Foster's birthday but it is also the 242d anniversary of the day the 2d Continental Congress formally adopted the declaration of  the 13 British colonies' independence from Great Britain.  We celebrate this every year with fireworks, small explosives, and assorted incendiary devices.  The later two are usually illegal but also ubiquitous.  Yes, it is once again scare-the-crap-out-of-your-household-pets day.

At the moment it is 5:31 and 58 seconds in the evening and the devotees of St Barbara, the patroness of artillerymen, have started in blasting already.

Happy 4th of July.

Sunday, July 01, 2018

St Oliver Plunkett



St Oliver was martyred on 11 July, the Irish calendar keeps his feast on 10 July, and the Ordinariates of England and Australia keep it today, the 1st of July.

The American Ordinariate of the Chair of S Peter, alas, doesn't keep it at all.

St Oliver Plunkett, born in 1629,  was of a noble Irish family, educated and ordained in Rome.  After many years in Rome as an academic he was consecrated bishop and appointed Archbishop of Armagh and Primate of All Ireland.  At that time his jurisdiction included the Hebrides and some other parts of Scotland. He was the last "official" martyr of the English reformation persecutions and the last of Titus Oates's victims.

The good old Catholic Encyclopædia give his vita here.  Wikipedia bases its life on the Catholic Encyclopædia but has a bit more information and includes and few pictures here.


Thinking about Euthanasia?

Then go here and read this.

One of the saddest things I can think of right now is that there are some hearts that are so calcified that they will be unmoved by this piece.

Original sin, I guess.


A Jacobite Exhibition at the Scottish National Museum

A new exhibition of Jacobite memorabilia. . . alas, not hereabouts in the lower-left corner of the USofA but in Scotland.  I'd love to see it but there's the commute. . . .

The Jacobite cause — as James’s supporters were called — began in 1688, when the Catholic James II was deposed by the Protestant William III. James was a brave soldier (his suit of armour here was the last to be made for a British monarch), but he failed to regain the crown. He left that challenge to his son, James Francis Edward Stuart, or James III. 
As the exhibition shows, the repressive and brutal actions of William and his successors, especially in Scotland, kept the Jacobite cause alive well into the 18th century. The document ordering the Massacre of Glencoe is on display, in all its chilling brevity; “You are hereby ordered to fall upon the rebels, the McDonalds of Glenco, and put all to the sword under seventy . . . This is by the Kings [William III] speciall command.”



More here.

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In Paradisum deducant te angeli

June was quite a month.  As I suppose some know, I play pipes for a good many funerals.  Most of the time I don't know the people and I am engaged by the mortuaries or cemeteries.  But lately the deceased have included a couple of good friends and my wife's godson who was the son of good friends.  Yesterday Mary and I had to split our forces and we each attended different funerals.  And this doesn't count two people who who died out of state whose services I couldn't attend, with or without pipes.

As we hear less and less about Purgatory from official sources, prayers for the dead seem more necessary and urgent all the time.

Oremus pro fidelium defunctorum.

1 July

Today is the old feast of the Precious Blood of Jesus. There are several worthwhile posts out there on the web about this feast day.  Here are a couple:  Fr Hunwicke's here and Charles Coulombe's here.

As both of them explain, the feast never quite made it into Bugninian rite despite there being several religious orders with that dedication and it being the patronal feast of Westminster Cathedral in London.  So that's why, things being what they are, you didn't celebrate the feast in your parish this Sunday, the first of July.

But it's still the month of the Precious Blood.   And a good time to recite the Litany of the Precious Blood of Jesus.


Saturday, May 19, 2018

Speaking of Royal Weddings. . . .

. . . .which I wasn't, but everyone else seems to have been, on this day, the 19 of May, in 1536 Anne Boleyn was beheaded, putting a rather extreme end to that royal marriage.  (Yes, I know he already had a wife at the time that particular royal wedding occurred and marriage really ought to be in quotes or something.  But if you start going into details everything gets bogged down and. . . oh,  never mind.)

In any event,  my train of thought on this 19th of May in 2018 ran down one of its inexplicable side tracks and came up with this:



So everything really is on youtube.  And this was only one of many versions of "With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm" which my search came up with.  And I thought only I remembered that little bit of music hall fluff.

Vigil of Pentecost

Antiphon: Today * are fulfilled the days of Pentecost, alleluia: Today the Holy Ghost appeared in fire to the disciples, and bestowed upon them his manifold graces: sending them into all the world, to preach the gospel, and to testify: He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved. Alleluia.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

14 May

In the Ordinariate calendar the 14th of May is St Matthias's Day.

It occurs to me that in this year of 2018 a.d. the collect for St Matthias might be of some interest:

O Almighty God, who into the place of the traitor Judas didst choose thy faithful servant Matthias to be of the number of the twelve Apostles: grant that thy Church, being alway preserved from false Apostles, may be ordered and guided by faithful and true pastors; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end Amen.


(Yes, I know we're half-way through the month and the April drawings are still up over on the left-hand side.  I will get to it.  Promise.  Probably later today.  FWIW, Photobucket gets harder to work with every day.)

Sunday, April 22, 2018

3d Sunday After Easter

. . . .a.k.a., Good Shepherd Sunday



The altar this morning at Bl John Henry Newman waiting for the priest and for High Mass to begin.  We sang the Hassler Mass and Gregorian propers.  (Well, the A team sang most of the propers.  Your servant is very much on the B team.  The B team is tentatively allowed an offertorium on a psalm tone.  Under careful supervision.)



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Friday, April 20, 2018

Spring may possibly be back


Well, not all the garden residents are entirely sure about it.  Although, as you see the Japanese Maple is almost back to full greenery standard and seems to have no doubts about it.


The white roses are fairly confident too.  Some of her neighbours to the left came out way too early and are now catching their breath.  And probably waiting for me to remove the dead-heads, which will happen presently.


Ah, but the birches.  The birches have just barely got a toe in the water, so to speak.  The little fellow above has a few companions, to be sure, but not very many for practically the last week in April.  On the plus side, they do keep their leaves well into  what passes for autumn here in southern California.  (Far hotter than what the calendar tell us is summer, for those who were wondering.)

And, as almost always, you can click on the pictures above and render them well-nigh brobdingnagian.  You could count the veination.


Trying Out a Brand New Way to Waste Valuable Time

It's called MeWe.com  It's the anti-Facebook.

So far I haven't been too obstreperous on FB and they haven't cancelled, edited, put me on probation, or otherwise sent me to Facebook Purgatory.   Or just sent me to online oblivion as apparently happens to the seriously naughty.

But it probably won't be long now when you contemplate what is now considered beyond the pale.  Steubenville U. got a slap on the wrist for posting a picture of the Franciscan crucifix.  I can be far more non-pc than that.  So MeWe might turn out to be an acceptable replacement if/when the Zuckernauts discover all those pictures of Ordinariate liturgy and let the hammer fall.

The downside is the obvious:  as a brand-new social medium MeWe has few participants compared to FB.   Still, the privacy standards are good and software UI is intuitive and comprehensive, IMHO, of course.  In time it should be solid competition for Mr Zuckerberg's brain child.  And it does seem to be growing rather well.

Sunday, April 01, 2018

The Sunday of the Resurrection


Almighty God, who through thine only-begotten Son Jesus Christ hast overcome death, and opened  unto us the gate of everlasting life: we humbly beseech Thee, that, as by thy special grace preventing  us Thou dost put into our minds good desires ; so by thy continual help we may bring the same to good effect.  Through the same Jesus Christ our Lord : Who liveth and reigneth with Thee and the Holy Ghost ever one God, world without end.  Amen.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

St Patrick's Day - 2018

No gigs today.  Which doesn't displease me.  There was a time it would have. But any more the lure of wads of cash pressed down and over-flowing doesn't overcome my distaste for the . . . ambience, I suppose you could call it.  Most of the calls are to play in bars.  Well, actually all of them but one this year and that one didn't pan out.

Since none of my other venues - none of which involved roaring drunks - called, I spent a quiet day with the small pipes and the melodeon.  And some reading.

Speaking of reading, how about a good Life of St Patrick?    Here's one reproduced on the Trias Thaumaturga blog.  It's originally from John Gilmary Shea's "Our Faith and its Defenders: comprising the trials and triumphs of the defenders of our faith in America",  New York, 1894; pp 121-125.

You can find it here.


A collect for St Patrick:

O God, who for the preaching of thy glory unto the Gentiles was pleased to send forth blessed Patrick, thy Confesor and Bishop: grant by his merits and intercessions; that we may through thy mercy be enabled to accomplish those things which thou commandest us to do.  Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Some piping would be appropriate for today even if I didn't get any in using the big guys.  Here's the medly entry in last summer's world's pipe band championship from the St Laurence O'Toole Pipe Band from Dublin.