Monday, September 26, 2022

Hurricanes Ian and Fiona

 Excellent suggestions from Fr Z here and here.

"From lightning and tempest; from earthquake, fire, and flood; from plague, pestilence, and famine,

   Good Lord, deliver us!"   [DW: The Litany]

Friday, September 09, 2022

Elizabeth II: Requiescat in Pace



Thursday, August 18, 2022

Worship the Lord in the Beauty of Holiness

 Lætatus sum in his quæ dicta sunt mihi: In domum Domini ibimus!

Found in this morning's post on Fr Z's site here.

Wednesday, August 17, 2022


All the links in the left-hand column are now live and up-to-date!  Well, up-to-date-ish.   As mentioned therein some of those folks  haven't  posted in a good long time.  Years.  

In any event, they are all now at least live.  And will be for the next -- oh, what do you think?   Hour and a half?  Two hours?   

The Painting the Golden Gate Bridge analogy springs to mind. 

 Good ole changeable internet.

Sunday, August 14, 2022

One whole month since you last posted? Are you dead?

 No.  Not yet.

But I haven't been ignoring The Inn either.  I have been spending a good deal of time cleaning up dead links, dropping links that are woefully  out of date, adding a few new ones, and generally tidying up The Inn's left-hand column.  And, yes, some of those links still up haven't been up-dated in years.  What can I tell you?   Sentimental favourites from folks I'm hoping will start posting again some day.

And I'm not finished anyway; I'm only about half way down the column.  Next up is the "Radio" section.  Maybe tomorrow or the next day.

Thursday, July 14, 2022

14 July

 It is, once again, Bastille Day.  Sounds a tad more romantic than Alcatraz Day or Leavenworth Day, doesn't it?.  It isn't.  

So "as is our custom",  The Inn herewith once again reprints the late and much-missed Jerry Pournelle's annual post on the, ahem, great 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.

 There probably is a direct link to Dr Pournelle's post  somewhere.  But the one I have doesn't work.   The link to his site, which thanks-be-to-God is still up, is here.   It's worth a visit;  you're guaranteed to learn a lot.

Monday, July 04, 2022

The Glorious Fourth

 Yes, once again it's National Scare the Living Daylights Out of Your Household Pets Day.  Or Evening, I guess.  And the patriotic pyromaniacal brethren are out there doin' it this evening:  bombs, mortars, sky rockets, roman candles, and any other illegal firework you can think of.  For most of these devices are indeed illegal in this city.

The city has extra police on patrol, so they say.  Haven't seen or heard any.  But considering the fines involved -- $2,000 a time-- I expect they're out there.  Somewhere.   Just not here.

Sunday, June 26, 2022

Found While Rummaging Around the Internet

 In the world of typography, a humble horizontal line can mean at least seven different things depending on its length and the context in which it gets used. Generally, the most confusing of these are the hyphen, en dash, and em dash.

The differences can be found -- in great detail -- here.

I didn't know any of these differences even existed.  And it is highly unlikely that I will ever use any of that wonderfully arcane knowledge in practice.  It's still going to be that little dash key tucked away near the top of the keyboard between the zero and the plus sign no matter what the world of typography thinks. Oh, once in a while the minus sign in the number pad when dealing with numbers.  But that's it.

And,  yes, you're right.  Even I found it a bit surprising that I found that interesting.  But I did.

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Thunder and Lightning

 Not much rain this morning, alas.  Just a thimbleful during a ten minute or so cloud burst.  But plenty of thunder and lightning.

Which certainly made for an interesting June morning.  That's not the sort of thing we get hereabouts of a June morning.  We could've used a lot more of the rain and a bit less of the donner und blitz but I suppose it makes for a little excitement over breakfast.   It even moved me to log on to The Inn.

(Um, donner und blitz is thunder and lightning.  Nothing to do with Santa.)

Saturday, June 18, 2022

On Speaking Too Soon

 "It's been one of those days," said a friend of mine early last week.   "It's Tuesday and it's felt like Thursday all day."

"Ah," sez I.  "You should pray the Daily Office, or at least part of it.  Then you'd always know what day it was."

Right.  And the fates, whom it isn't good to tempt, or the Good Lord, Who doesn't like smug responses, proposed a little humility for me.  And so for the second time this month I have prayed the wrong office. 

Fortunately the Lord is merciful and only I know about it.  Well, and you, of course.  But I can trust you.


Wednesday, June 15, 2022

After an Overdose of Vatican News

Eons ago back in the Jurassic age when I was young, one read the morning papers with breakfast.  In our house that was the L.A. Times until old man Chandler died and his very up-to-date progeny took over.  Then it was the O.C. Register until old man Hoiles died and his progeny sold it to . . . well, I've forgotten and it doesn't matter anyway.  No doubt Wikipedia knows if you're interested.  In any event, both papers are still around - just - and neither one is worth the powder to blow it to hell.

So instead, one fires up the tablet to read one's favourite bloggers, columnists, assorted news sources, and to see how badly the Anaheim Angels did the night before.  And so it happens that one can find out a great deal about PF and assorted goings on in the Vatican if one is not careful.  And I was not careful this morning.   I read Fr Z's piece here.   Which is not a criticism of Fr Z.   He didn't do it; he just reported it.  And gave some excellent commentary.  But it did rather suck the joy out of an otherwise beautiful morning.

Fortunately, Morning Prayer came after breakfast and the psalter, as it so often does, felt my pain, to uses a phrase which I wouldn't otherwise dream of using:

7  Will the Lord absent himself for ever? * and will he be no more intreated?
8  Is his mercy clean gone for ever? * and is his promise come utterly to an end for evermore?
9  Hath God forgotten to be gracious? * and will he shut up his loving-kindness in displeasure?
10  And I said, It is mine own infirmity; * but I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most Highest.
11  I will remember the works of the Lord, * and call to mind thy wonders of old time.
12  I will think also of all thy works, * and my talking shall be of thy doings.

Psalm 77 if you've a mind to look up the rest of it.

Sunday, June 12, 2022

Trinity Sunday

 It's 7:53 p.m PDT on Trinity Sunday. If you haven't performed your Easter Duty yet, you've got 4 hours and 7 minutes left.  

It wasn't so very long ago that the old Athanasian Creed appeared regularly in the liturgy in the office of Prime. On the eve of the late Council it was only recited once, on Trinity Sunday, i.e.., today. Then the post conciliar Liturgia Horarum did away with the office of Prime, so you're unlikely to see the Athanasian Creed unless you go looking for it.  Or unless you're in the Ordinariate, in which case you may have recited it or heard it at Morning Prayer this morning.   

We wouldn't want to put you to all the trouble of looking it up.  So "as is our custom" on Trinity Sunday -- except when I forget, which is lamentably often  --  we give you the Athanasian Creed which gives as neat a summary of the doctrine of the Trinity as you're likely to find:

Whosoever will be saved, before all things it is necessary that he hold the Catholic Faith. Which Faith except everyone do keep whole and undefiled, without doubt he shall perish everlastingly. And the Catholic Faith is this, that we worship one God in Trinity and Trinity in Unity. Neither confounding the Persons, nor dividing the Substance. For there is one Person of the Father, another of the Son, and another of the Holy Ghost. But the Godhead of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Ghost is all One, the Glory Equal, the Majesty Co-Eternal. Such as the Father is, such is the Son, and such is the Holy Ghost. The Father Uncreate, the Son Uncreate, and the Holy Ghost Uncreate. The Father Incomprehensible, the Son Incomprehensible, and the Holy Ghost Incomprehensible. The Father Eternal, the Son Eternal, and the Holy Ghost Eternal and yet they are not Three Eternals but One Eternal. As also there are not Three Uncreated, nor Three Incomprehensibles, but One Uncreated, and One Uncomprehensible. So likewise the Father is Almighty, the Son Almighty, and the Holy Ghost Almighty. And yet they are not Three Almighties but One Almighty.

So the Father is God, the Son is God, and the Holy Ghost is God. And yet they are not Three Gods, but One God. So likewise the Father is Lord, the Son Lord, and the Holy Ghost Lord. And yet not Three Lords but One Lord. For, like as we are compelled by the Christian verity to acknowledge every Person by Himself to be God and Lord, so are we forbidden by the Catholic Religion to say, there be Three Gods or Three Lords. The Father is made of none, neither created, nor begotten. The Son is of the Father alone; not made, nor created, but begotten. The Holy Ghost is of the Father, and of the Son neither made, nor created, nor begotten, but proceeding.

So there is One Father, not Three Fathers; one Son, not Three Sons; One Holy Ghost, not Three Holy Ghosts. And in this Trinity none is afore or after Other, None is greater or less than Another, but the whole Three Persons are Co-eternal together, and Co-equal. So that in all things, as is aforesaid, the Unity in Trinity, and the Trinity in Unity, is to be worshipped. He therefore that will be saved, must thus think of the Trinity.

Furthermore, it is necessary to everlasting Salvation, that he also believe rightly the Incarnation of our Lord Jesus Christ. For the right Faith is, that we believe and confess, that our Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, is God and Man.

God, of the substance of the Father, begotten before the worlds; and Man, of the substance of His mother, born into the world. Perfect God and Perfect Man, of a reasonable Soul and human Flesh subsisting. Equal to the Father as touching His Godhead, and inferior to the Father as touching His Manhood. Who, although He be God and Man, yet He is not two, but One Christ. One, not by conversion of the Godhead into Flesh, but by taking of the Manhood into God. One altogether, not by confusion of substance, but by Unity of Person. For as the reasonable soul and flesh is one Man, so God and Man is one Christ. Who suffered for our salvation, descended into Hell, rose again the third day from the dead. He ascended into Heaven, He sitteth on the right hand of the Father, God Almighty, from whence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead. At whose coming all men shall rise again with their bodies, and shall give account for their own works. And they that have done good shall go into life everlasting, and they that have done evil into everlasting fire. This is the Catholic Faith, which except a man believe faithfully and firmly, he cannot be saved.
The translation is not that from the Ordinariate's Daily Office book, although pretty close, but is the Marquis of Bute's translation as found in the good old Catholic Encyclopædia, which you can find here.

(If this post looks familiar, you have an astonishingly good memory as it is, indeed, a reprint (mostly) and from a full ten (10) years ago.)

Wednesday, June 08, 2022


I know you're all dying to know the election results from yesterday. 

You can find them here.

And how did I do?  Ahem.  Of all the lebenty-leben people on the ballot, two (2) of my choices won outright.  Both of them judges.  And, of course, it was a primary election.   So, a few of my choices won their nomination bid.  But when  you look at the numbers you know that the snowball-in-hell analogy applies to their chances in finals.  Well, here in the People's Republic of California* that's pretty close to what I expected.  Except for the part about my two judicial picks winning.  I have no idea how that happened.  Maybe I was mistaken about them.  Or there was a fubar in the vote counting.  We'll probably never know.


*Old joke, I know.  But it gets to be less of a joke and more of an accurate description every day.  So I go with it quite a lot.  Or sometimes just PRC.

Tuesday, June 07, 2022

It's Votin' Day Here in the PRC

I have done my civic, albeit completely futile, duty and voted for some of the carefully vetted candidates presented for my choice.  A few of them were even good folks.  (I voted for you, James Hanink.  Yup, I'm the one.)

"Futile?" I hear you ask.  Indeed.  The Democrats have got this state, and especially this corner of the state,  laced up tighter than an 1890's corset.  They don't even have to rig the vote the way they do elsewhere.  Although, they do.  No idea why.  Force of habit, I guess.


Saturday, June 04, 2022

The Jacarandas are in Bloom

 They really ought to bloom in Lent, what with being purple and all.  But here we are in Ascensiontide and a few hours from Pentecost.   None the less, they're absolutely gorgeous, even if they do have no liturgical sense at all.

The picture isn't actually local.  It's purloined from the results of a "jacaranda" google search.    I had a good local shot from a few years ago but it seems to have vanished from the pc as things have a way of doing.  Some local neighborhoods have a long archway of these trees for the length of the road.  When they're in bloom it really is a breathtaking sight.

Monday, April 18, 2022

Easter Monday

 Here in the lower, left-hand corner of our poor old United (sic) States it is a beautiful day, cool breeze, warm - but not too warm - sunny day.  The weather thingummy on my far-too-smart-for-its-own-good phone tells me it's 73° fahrenheit.

Here in this Irish-by-descent-and-by-marriage family Easter Monday is an historical day to be reckoned with as the 1916 Easter rising took place on this liturgical day.  The following clip shows a 1950 parade in Dublin commemorating the Easter rising on its 34th anniversary.  I suspect that you could find my father-in-law, a captain in the Irish Army, somewhere among the participants.

There's still an Easter Monday commemoration, if not as elaborate a parade.  A glimpse or two from the Irish Defense Forces news service and RTE:

But Easter Monday used to be a different sort of day entirely.  From Kevin Danaher's The Year in Ireland: Irish Calendar Customs:

Easter Monday was a favourite day for fairs and markets at which there were not only buying and selling of livestock and merchandise, but also games and sports, sideshows, dancing, eating and drinking,  gambling and faction fighting.  It was also a holiday [Holy Day] of obligation on which Catholics were required to go to Mass and to abstain from work, and the Church authorities decided that this sacred character accorded ill with the riotous behaviour at many of the secular gatherings on the same day.  The bishop of Kildare and Leighlin, Dr John Doyle – the famous “J.K.L.',  - described before a government inquiry into the State of the  Poor in Ireland  (Parliamentary Papers, 1830, vii. p. 453) how he prevailed upon his fellow bishops to petition the Pope to abrogate the religious obligation on this day and on Whit Monday, so that Catholics might observe it as an ordinary working day, and how the Pope had acceded to their request. From the year 1829 Easter Monday was no longer a holiday of obligation.  Dr Doyle's wish met with some opposition, as shown  by a remark of his while giving his evidence to the Commission of Inquiry on this matter:

“A very curious occurrence took place on Easter Monday in Carlow.   I am carrying on there a very extensive work.  I told the men they should work on that day.  There is a work at the other end of the town conducted by a Protestant; and he said to his men, as I was informed,  'You shall not work; it is an old  holiday, and you shall keep it.'   


Before long, however, the fairs and markets on this day lost their festive character and became merely trading occasions.

One interesting result of the change was that some of the customs hitherto observed on Easter Monday, such as the children's  egg-feast, . . . . held on this day in County Wexford,  either died out or were transferred to Easter Sunday.  This is clearly shown by the Callan diarist, Amhlaoibh O Súilleabháin.  In 1827 he wrote:

“The sixteenth day, Easter Monday or the day of the Easter eggs: a sunny,  joyful still morning:  midday, the maidens and youths eating their Easter eggs and drinking in the public houses:  evening, the public houses still full of people:  the day very fine.”  While in 1830,  after the bishops' decision had taken effect he reported:

“The twelfth day, Easter Monday, that is the Day of the Parcels of Easter Eggs.  A fine, mild day:  light showers and bright intervals with a gentle west wind.  There was no Parcel of Easter eggs being consumed by youths and maidens in one another's company.  There was neither sport nor laughter, drinking nor dancing.  Most (of the young people) stayed at home,  for Easter Monday is no longer a Holiday of obligation.  They removed the double obligation from it;  for their Lordships think that a Holiday of obligation is rather harmful in a heretical land like Ireland as the Protestants put fairs and markets on Catholic Holidays,  of set purpose to bring them into disrepute.”

We may remark, however, that he is not correct in his last observation;  fairs and markets on church holidays were common in Ireland even before the Reformation.

So in summary:  Re: Holy Day of Obligation:  Catholic bishop: opposed

                                                                            Local Protestant: in favour. 

Funny old world, isn't it.  Looks like it always has been.

Sunday, April 17, 2022

Easter Day in Days Gone By

 The Catholic Encyclopaedia outdoes itself for Easter. It includes not only a discussion of the word "Easter" itself and a description of the Mass and its feast but a few odds and ends from the non-liturgical - even wholly non-religious - customs and practices of the day.

The bunnies and eggs are ubiquitous. But did you know:

This strange custom originated in Bavaria in the fifteenth century. The priest inserted in his sermon funny stories which would cause his hearers to laugh (Ostermärlein), e.g. a description of how the devil tries to keep the doors of hell locked against the descending Christ. Then the speaker would draw the moral from the story. This Easter laughter, giving rise to grave abuses of the word of God, was prohibited by Clement X (1670-1676) and in the eighteenth century by Maximilian III and the bishops of Bavaria.

Look familiar?  In the unlikely event that you've been visiting The Inn for at least 18 years, it may possibly be.  That's when the above first appeared along with the rest of the post.   Which post you can find here with its dancing abbots, handball, and bell-ringing.

Easter Day

We had  a splendid finish for the Lenten season last night, Holy Saturday.  The chapel was SRO and I somehow managed a seat at the front. Paschal fire, paschal candle, chanted Exultet (in Ronald Knox's translation), all nine lections and graduals (all chanted), blessing of the font, blessing of the water, two  baptisms,  two confirmations, baptismal promises, and the Holy Mass.  Vulgo dicta, the whole nine yards.  All-in-all, about three hours and a lot of church for the small battalion of toddlers who were also  present.

 This morning I had the first non-Lenten breakfast in, well, 40 days I guess.  Or a little more, counting Sundays.  And, as I should have expected after all these Lents, it didn't taste as good as I thought it was going to.  It didn't even digest as well as it used to.

Oh, well.   I can still revel in the Regina Cæli.  That sounds as good and goes down as easily as ever it did.  Audite:


Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Friday the 13th . . . .

 . . . comes on a Wednesday this month.

As always, be very careful:  don't break any ladders or walk under any black cats.  And whatever you do, don't be superstitious.  It's bad luck to be superstitious. 

Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Plus ça change . . . .

 In the history of the Church there have been similar situations again and again. In the middle of the fourth century, the divinity of Christ and that of the Holy Spirit were denied: Son and Spirit were only creatures of God. Bishoprics and churches were widely in the hands of the Arian heretics. 

    Those who remained orthodox gathered in remote places to worship. In 372, Bishop Basil of Caesarea gave a moving description of the situation: "The teachings of the fathers are despised, the apostolic traditions are ignored, and the churches are filled with the inventions of innovators. The shepherds have been driven out, and in their place they bring in ravening wolves to tear apart the flock of Christ. The places of prayer are deserted by those who gathered there, the wastelands are filled with wailing people. The elderly lament as they compare the former time with the present; the young are even more pitiful because they do not even know what has been taken from them." (Epistula 9:2)

From Dr Robert Moynihan's "Moynihan Report",  Letter #97, 2021, Tuesday, August 31: True Guardians.

Saturday, April 09, 2022

Some verses from Mattins that appealed to me especially this a.m.

 9  He maketh wars to cease in all the world; * he breaketh the bow, and knappeth the spear in sunder, and burneth the chariots in the fire.

10  Be still then, and know that I am God: * I will be exalted among the nations, and I will be exalted in the earth.

11  The Lord of hosts is with us; * the God of Jacob is our refuge.

                               -Psalm 46


V.    Give peace in our time, O Lord.

R.    Because there is none other that fighteth for us, but only thou, O God.

Yes, you've seen it here before.  I do tend to repeat myself here, as indeed, I do in Real Life.  But it's worth a repeat.  And for what it's worth, I do hope Pope Francis got the consecration right.  And no, I don't have any insight on that at all.  I seem to be the only one visiting the internet who doesn't.  And Sister Lucy isn't around to ask. 

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

The Consecration

 Friday 25 March, during the Celebration of Penance which he will preside at 5.00 pm in St. Peter’s Basilica, Pope Francis will consecrate to the Immaculate Heart of Mary Russia and Ukraine. The same act, on the same day, will be performed in Fatima by His Eminence Cardinal Krajewski, Almoner of His Holiness, as envoy of the Holy Father.

--  Statement by the Director of the Holy See Press Office, Matteo Bruni

Found on the Moynihan Letter page of the Inside the Vatican Magazine website here.

Today is the 16th of March so it's not too late to have all the bishops join  him.

Tuesday, March 15, 2022

Pipe Band Theology

Be it noted:  Although there is a Hellbound Train, there is only a Stairway to Heaven.

Fair warning.

Saturday, March 05, 2022

Ukrainian Bishops Call for Consecration of Russia


Responding to this prayer, we humbly ask Your Holiness to publicly perform the act of consecration to the Sacred Immaculate Heart of Mary of Ukraine and Russia, as requested by the Blessed Virgin in Fatima.

               -Ukraine's Catholic Bishops

More here and here.

Wednesday, March 02, 2022

Ash Wednesday

 And so Lent begins.

I should have posted something edifying about Lent but today has not been the best of days.  So today just a paragraph from The Inn's archive.  This is Evelyn Waugh on an Ash Wednesday he spent in New Orleans:

"There is witchcraft in New Orleans, as there was at the court of Mme. de Montespan. Yet it was there that I saw one of the most moving sights of my tour. Ash Wednesday; warm rain falling in the streets unsightly with the draggled survivals of carnival. The Roosevelt Hotel overflowing with crapulous tourists planning their return journeys. How many of them knew anything about Lent? But across the way the Jesuit Church was teeming with life all day long; a continuous, dense crowd of all colors and conditions moving up to the altar rails and returning with their foreheads signed with ash. And the old grim message was being repeated over each penitent: 'Dust thou art and unto dust thou shalt return.' One grows parched for that straight style of speech in the desert of modern euphemisms. . . ."


Sleepy Joe Points with Pride

I stopped by to fill the gas tank yesterday.  The little sticker featuring Sleepy Joe pointing at the price was already there.  I didn't post it but I do approve of it.  Might have been the station owner himself for all I know.   Well said, in any event.

For what it's worth,  that fifty-one bucks was for less than half a tank.  {{{Sigh}}}  I am antique enough to remember filling  the tank and getting change from a five dollar bill.  (It was a Volkswagen's tank to be sure, but still.  Less than a five spot.)

Oh, and as always, you can click on the jpg and get a better look at Sleepy Joe.


Tuesday, March 01, 2022

1 March -- St David of Wales


A resurrected post from -- good, Lord -- 18 years ago.  Have I been messing about with The Inn for that long?  Hmm.  Even longer, it would seem.   In any event, herewith something about  St David, the patron saint of Wales, slightly updated and tidied up a bit.

He is Degui or Dewi in Welsh.

Bishop and Confessor, patron of Wales. He is usually represented standing on a little hill, with a dove on his shoulder. From time immemorial the Welsh have worn a leek on St. David's day, in memory of a battle against the Saxons, at which it is said they wore leeks in their hats, by St. David's advice, to distinguish them from their enemies. He is commemorated on 1 March. The earliest mention of St. David is found in a tenth-century manuscript the "Annales Cambriæ", which assigns his death to A.D. 601. Many other writers, from Geoffrey of Monmouth down to Father Richard Stanton, hold that he died about 544, but their opinion is based solely on data given in various late "lives" of St. David, and there seems no good reason for setting aside the definite statement of the "Annales Cambriæ", which is now generally accepted. Little else that can claim to be historical is known about St. David. The tradition that he was born at Henvynyw (Vetus-Menevia) in Cardiganshire is not improbable. He was prominent at the Synod of Brevi (Llandewi Brefi in Cardiganshire), which has been identified with the important Roman military station, Loventium. Shortly afterwards, in 569, he presided over another synod held at a place called Lucus Victoriæ. He was Bishop (probably not Archbishop) of Menevia, the Roman port Menapia in Pembrokeshire, later known as St. David's, then the chief point of departure for Ireland. St. David was canonized by Pope Callistus II in the year 1120

The Catholic Encyclopaedia, from which the above is taken, goes on to say that his legend is much more elaborate, and entirely unreliable. I wonder what makes them think that? Is it just because he was King Arthur's nephew, that his birth was predicted to St. Patrick by an angel, and that he visited Ireland by riding on the back of a sea monster? It must be those Italian hagiographers: they're just envious of our Celtic saints.

The rest of the C.E. article and more of his legend ["unreliable". Harumph.] can be found here.

The proper hymn for Morning Prayer (laudes ad matutinas) from the Collins edition of the LoTH:

O great Saint David, still we hear thee call us,
Unto a life that knows no fear of death;
Yea, down the ages will thy words enthral us,
Strong, happy words: "Be joyful, keep the faith."

On Cambria's sons stretch out thy hands in blessing;
For our dear land thy help we now implore.
Lead us to God, with humble hearts confessing
Jesus, Lord and king forevermore

Christ was the centre rock of all thy teaching,
God's holy will -- the splendour of its theme.
His grace informed, his love inflamed thy preaching;
Christ's sway on earth, the substance of thy dream.

On Cambria's sons stretch out thy hands in blessing;
For our dear land thy help we now implore.
Lead us to God, with humble hearts confessing
Jesus, Lord and king forevermore.

A collect for St David from the old English Missal, a.k.a., "the Knott Missal":

Grant to us, Almighty God : that the loving intercession of blessed David, Thy confessor and bishop, may protect us : that while we celebrate his festival we may imitate his steadfastness in the defence of the Catholic faith.  Through Christ our Lord.  Amen.
The English Missal may be on the web somewhere but I haven't seen it lately.  The old Anglo-Catholic Central site used to have parts of it but that's long gone.

Here's the collect from the Ordinariate Daily Office:

.O ALMIGHTY God, who in thy providence didst choose thy servant David to be an apostle to the people of Wales, to bring those who were wandering in darkness and error to the true light and knowledge of thee: grant us, by his intercession, so to walk in that light; that we may come at last to the light of everlasting life; 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.
And once again, alas, no web citation available that I'm aware of.  No permanent one, anyway.  Mr Covert's web office has it but it's one day and gone.  On to the next liturgical day.

The Welsh flag with its dragon can be seen (and explained) here A recipe for Welsh leek soup is found here. (Is it more or less repectful to make a soup of your national emblem than it is to "drown" it in a glass of beer or whiskey? Such deep questions for a Tuesday afternoon.) More on the leek and its subsidiary national symbol, the daffodil.

What would the Welsh national day be without "Men of Harlech"?

And last but surely not least, did you know there is a Welsh Piping Society?  Well, there is.  You can find their  website here.  As you can see, it's a band rather than a random group of pipers in Wales.  But that's what they call themselves and more power to them.

Wednesday, February 23, 2022

Need Cheering Up?

 I recommend pipe maintenance.

Cut off all that wretched, decomposing hemp around the joint* of your pipe stem, give it a good scrub and clean with some soap and water . .. maybe even swish a little antiseptic-y stuff through it.  Listerine will work.  Re-hemp the joint and make sure the valve is good and air tight.  You could do the rest of the joints, too, if you've a mind to.  Makes for lovely, quiet, meditative afternoon.

Or you could play one of your SLOT cds  if you're not in a meditative mood.

When all finished you can give the pipes a blow and enjoy the smooth sound with no choking or cutting out.  Lovely.

And, yes, I have written this in the second person.  But the first person singular would describe my afternoon.


*"Hemp" and "joints".   Yeah, I know what you're thinking.  You've a suspicious mind.  Joints in this case are the pins which connect the chanter, drones, and blowstem to the stocks attached to the pipe bag.  And hemp is the orange (and sometimes black) waxed cotton string that goes around the joint to allow it to fit tightly into the stock.  So there.  Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Sunday, February 13, 2022

Septuagesima Sunday

 It is "Septuagesima Sunday, the third Sunday before Lent" on my Ordinariate calendar and I have no doubt on your Traditional usus authenticus calendars also.  As of first Vespers on Saturday the All*l** is heard no more in the liturgy until Holy Saturday: videlicet the sign on the sacristy door above.  And no, it's not our sacristy door.  I've long since forgotten where I picked up that photo in my travels through the internet.  It's kinda nifty, though.  And, as almost always, you can click on the photo and make it at least legible and in some browsers ginormous.

The Inn reprinted more about Septuagesima from Dom Gueranger a few  years ago. You can find it here.

Tuesday, February 01, 2022

Lá Féile Naomh Bríde

 February the first:  St Brigid's Day.  She is co-patroness of Ireland and her feast day is my wife's second onomastico and my grandmother's birthday

A prior post on St Brigid can be found by clicking here.

A pair of collects from the Daily Office of the Ordinariate of Our Lady of Walsingham:

Grant, we beseech Thee, O Lord, that the prayers of Thy holy Abbess, blessed Brigid, may commend us unto Thee:  that we, who have no power of ourselves to help ourselves, may by her advocacy find favour in Thy sight; 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.

O God, who to the blessed Abbess Brigid gavest grace to imitate Christ in His poverty, and with humble heart to follow Him to the end:  grant that all who enter the path of Gospel perfection may neither look back nor go astray from the way; but hastening to Thee without stumbling, may attain the crown of eternal life whereunto Thou dost call them;  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.


Sunday, January 30, 2022

30 January -- The Royal Martyrs


Yes, it's a bit late to pray it as a novena.  Mea culpa.  Maxima culpa, even.  But it's still a good prayer, even on its own.

beate Carole et beate Ludovice, orate pro nobis!

More from the Great Fr Hunwicke.

(Nota bene:  the Novena text above is a jpeg and in most browsers you can click it and make it far more legible.)

Sunday, January 09, 2022

When Meditation Wanders off Topic . . . .

". . . . thou knowest my down-sitting and mine up-rising, thou understandest my thoughts long before.

 "Thou art about my path, and about my bed : and spiest out all my ways."

That's from the 139th psalm.  The psalmist is, of course, referring to the Lord.   But it suddenly dawned on my uncontrollable imagination  (St Teresa says that the imagination is harder to control than a team of six wild horses) that these days it no doubt also applies to Google.  And probably Amazon.  And heaven knows who else on the Whirled Wide Web.

And . . .{{{{sigh}}}} . . .there went another mental prayer period down for the count.