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By Way of Oberammergau
Authors: Zulueta Alfonso de 
Published: July 2007

Clear as a picture the play stood out. Its divine and human pathos cut the September air. The immense crowd was hushed. It was strange, this stillness and awe in so vast and modern a throng. The reason was not far to seek. For, from the first solemn moment when the Greek chorus was seen slowly taking possession of the stage, and the grave and gentle figure of Anton Lang stood forward as Coryphaeus to address the audience priestlike, there was one all-pervading impression. It might not mean the same to all, yet it was a play which concerned those present. Not merely a great human drama, fit as those of Shakespeare or Greek or German to evoke the Catharsis and lose the rapt soul in a sea of beauty and wonder. Such plays are valued for their power, not for their essence, nor for any fact they pre-suppose. Here, all knew that something was portrayed which claimed the undying gratitude and the deepest reverence of each man and woman.Impressions, no doubt, were of the vaguest. We would not care to answer for the number of those in the audience whose beliefs exactly coincided with those of the actors. Yet, though the logical conclusion and the gift of Faith might be lacking, there were, at least, many Pilates—(Pilate as he is portrayed in this play, lovable before, pitiable after his great weakness)— many who felt that here they had to do with One who was more than other men, One for whom the vague word ‘divine’ had been waiting through the dawn of history, to alight in the fulness of time upon this Elect of men.
Father D’Arcy’s Thomas Aquinas
Authors: Gilby Thomas 
Published: July 2007

The inclusion of a monograph on St. Thomas in the ‘Leaders of Philosophy’ series is significant of the growing strength of the Thomist revival. Even in England, later than in the rest of Europe, St. Thomas is now coming to be considered as taking rank among the philosophers who have mainly influenced western thought; with Leibniz, Spinoza, Berkeley, Kant. Father Knox’s Lady Denham, with her ‘Sir Thomas who?’ after the game of ghosts, is a type already growing uncommon.Perhaps there is no one in this country better qualified than Father D’Arcy to give an acceptable statement of St. Thomas’s thought. A high and dry Thomist can cut an awkward figure in modern philosophical society. Father D’Arcy is never that; his manner is always tactful, indeed at times even deprecatory. He is inclined to present a Thomist certitude almost hat in hand, as when he says that the problem of the One and the Many receives ‘an attempted explanation in the metaphysics of St. Thomas. By an employment of his fundamental distinctions and what he calls analogy he tries to find a via media’ (p. 109). Still, a wedge cannot be driven in thick end first, and it is possible that Thomists in the past have not been sufficiently ingratiating. And there cart be little doubt that Father D’Arcy has also entered well into the spirit of his subject, and has written a book profitable even to the practised Thomist; something better than a list of theses strung together and described from outside; a synthesis showing a real insight into St. Thomas’s thought and the meaning of the principles of act and potency, of analogy, and of knowledge.
Equality of Consideration
Authors: Fox S. F. Darwin 
Published: July 2007

Equality of function and equality of opportunity will make the world no happier or better. But where there is equality of consideration social peace reigns.In a flower sepal, petal, stamen, anther, root, each has its contribution to make to the life and sweetness of the flower, and each is concerned in the health of the whole. So in the Christian State everybody is to be somebody, but not ‘ nobody to anybody.’ Each human being is ‘a separate thought of God.’If a young man is taught to be as attentive to plain and poor girls as to attractive and smart ones, to the governess as much as to the heiress, if he is taught to treat inferior races, when among them, with respect and sympathy, he will be a better man than if he should thrill with the political theories of Harrington, Sidney, Condorcet, or Bright.The modern child is encouraged by assiduous deference to its ideas and desires to be inconsiderate to others, especially its elders; the schoolboy has a snobbish way of refusing recognition to the claims of ‘outsiders’ or of social inferiors. Whereas it is by his behaviour and special courtesy to outsiders and inferiors that a gentleman is known. A lady also.Queen Victoria wrote in one of her letters : ‘I was taught to beg my maid’s pardon for any naughtiness or rudeness towards her—a feeling I have ever retained.’
A Sailor Johnson Loved
Authors: Bracey Robert 
Published: July 2007

The name Burney,’ Hazlitt once said, ‘is a X pass-port to the Temple of Fame. Those who bear it, wits, scholars, novelists, musicians, artists, are by birthright free of Parnassus.’ And the Burneys were full as loveable as they were cultured. ‘I love all that breed,’ cried Dr. Johnson, ‘and I love them because they love each other.’Now of books about the Burneys there have been of recent years no end. Most of them, of course, are concerned with Madame D’Arblay, from Austin Dobson’s splendid edition of her Diary to the entertaining gossip; of Hill and Seeley. And her father, Dr. Burney, and her brother Charles, the great Greek scholar, and her sisters, have not passed unnoticed. Yet, until this present time, one hundred and ten years after his death, no one had thought of writing the Life of her sailor-brother James. He has had, indeed, to wait long for his Biography, but perhaps happily, for now that it has come at last it is an ideal one, graphic in style and based on much hitherto unpublished matter, altogether worthy of a man whose career was a romance and who is the connecting link between the great Johnsonian Circle and that other very different coterie of which Charles Lamb was the shining light.
An Unorthodox Defence of Orthodoxy
Authors: Vann Gerald 
Published: July 2007

In the new religion of science God is supposed to have had the goodness to invite man to profiteer upon the universe.’ When Daedalus found he could fly he got too far above himself—and the vanquished world: his wings melted in the sun’s heat and, being dust, he unto dust returned.The science of the world, it would seem, is in fair way to conquering the world. Having measured the world, it cannot but think it has measured the master of the world. It re-edits its theology to suit the newer enlightenment, and ‘the God of Mr. Pupin, we are given to understand, is a God who serves.’Mr. Ransom sketches the religious history of East and West in terms of an Eternal Triangle. There was the bearded, inscrutable God of Thunder : the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the God of Jacob. There was the Logos : Reason, the Patron of Science. There was the Pneuma, the Paraclete, the Ghost. There came a day, says Mr. Ransom, when the Logos, the Demigod, was substituted for ‘the Pneuma, the Holy Ghost, the Tetragram, the God of Israel.’ ‘And this was the very beginning of Occidentalism.’ We cast out the thunder : we could make our own. We wanted something sane yet soothingly sentimental. And so we chose the Logos. homely, serviceable scientist like ourselves. We fashioned the ‘soft modern version of Christ.’ We had been left with too remote a Reason : we said : ‘Not on bread alone doth man live’ (We neglected to add ‘Nor on butter’).
The Spanish Republic
Authors: Parker Alexander 
Published: July 2007

It is idle yet to discuss the prospects of the second Spanish Republic; it is impossible to predict whether it will have as short a life as the first Republic of 1873. This lies not in the new form of government, but in the whole instability of Spanish politics. Before the April Revolution I was of the opinion that it was impossible to take Spanish politics seriously, an opinion which, to my mind, constituted no insult to the Spanish people. Though still persisting in that view, I will admit that recent events make the holding of it perhaps unfair. One thing now emerges as definite; there is no lack of political earnestness among a number of the people, but how large this number really is appears a matter of conjecture.I was recently discussing the new Spanish situation with a friend who is an authority on everything Spanish. The conversation turned from Spain to the rest of Europe, and I remarked that Germany was a country I much admired. ‘Spain is a country one cannot admire,’ said my friend; ‘but it is a country one can love.’ To a certain extent this is true, in that one can love the country and its inhabitants, yet deplore its politics. When known, Spain is a country one can love with gratitude and joy; it is a country that can exercise an irresistible attraction; and its peculiar fascination, once felt, never fades, but grows ever stronger. Yet it is impossible, when looking back at its political history since the days of the great Hapsburgs, to admire what is only a lamentable history of deplorable government.
Seventeenth Century Scottish Catholics
Authors: Clayton Joseph 
Published: July 2007

Our ignorance of the fortunes of Catholics in the Scotland of the Commonwealth period is for the most part utterly abysmal. Happily, Major Hay has been busy writh the manuscripts and other historical documents in Blairs College, with the result that now we may really know a good deal of what happened in the years that immediately followed the execution of Charles I. It is ‘a story of courageous struggle against cunningly-devised persecution’; of gallant adventure for Catholic clergy, regular and secular, with disappointments and hardships, hopes and fears, and the inevitable quarrels and mistakes. _The Scottish Jesuits of this period ‘come to life again, with their virtues and defects, with theif likes and dislikes; they are real men of Scotland, not phantoms from a hagiological romance,’Father John Seton, S.J., for instance, seeking to rally Catholics to the standard of Montrose (which work, no doubt, ‘was contrary to the rule of the society’), and keeping his mission secret, ‘not only from his enemies, but from his fellow-Jesuits in Paris.’ Howbeit the good fathers were not undisturbed by the mysterious comings and goings of this intrepid priest, whose fate it was to die of fever in the Scots College in Madrid.
Andante
Authors: Gray John 
Published: July 2007

(St. Mary’s Loch from Megget Water Bridge, January.)Lean evenly, white pool of light, before the spirit held intent, each power of sense impelled into one point of sight; no radiance on the glassy face or aught created eyes the vision holds, absorb, embrace; so all in silence lies.The eyes behold a hundredfold a million ripples lap inaudibly upon a lap delicious curves enfold; around the water’s sinuous verges where the meek hills loll felicitously intermerges long lines’ rhythmic roll.In a bright vault stand little clouds immobilized by frost, which yesterday were rolled and tossed and dragged in ragged shrouds. Hushed is the wild and rainy west before the tender north, to still the scene for one rough guest whom chance has driven forth;round whom, attentive, motionless, each happily unseen in his impenetrable screen of leaves which once twigs dress; from odorous moor and windy height and opalescent haze like planets on a starry night all those spirits gaze.John Gray.
Sentimental
Authors: Clegg Aileen Mary 
Published: July 2007

Mrs. Seemsby-Gore liked, one to have a title, so when she went to the Pyrenees she made up her mind to look up Miss Fairleigh—the Honourable Miss Fairleigh, she would remind you, Lord Fielden’s daughter. If you said ‘Ah!’ vaguely, because you didn’t know Miss Fairleigh and had never set eyes on Fielden, she was tempted to write you down an outsider.Miss Fairleigh—‘Dubbin’ to her intimates, though Mrs. Seemsby-Gore didn’t know that—was staying in Lourdes while she put in a month of service at the Piscines. Consequently she wasn’t at home when Mrs. Seemsby-Gore called. However, she returned the call the following evening just before dinner, explained the situation and said she would be free to go for an expedition into the mountains two days later. There would be no big pilgrimage in, she said, so she wouldn’t be missed at the Piscines.Miss Fairleigh’s talk of Piscines and Pilgrimages bewildered the other lady, who wasn’t a Catholic and thought that Catholics, with rare exceptions such as Miss Fairleigh, weren’t good form.‘Do I “see” Lourdes?’ she asked doubtfully. One saw a Duomo or a Gallery if there was one. She wasn’t sure about Lourdes.Miss Fairleigh’s eyes twinkled a little.‘I think one should,’ she said. ‘I’ll lend you a book. I could drop it in as I pass in the morning. You could glance through it while you breakfast and then wander about by yourself. No one’ll say anything to you. Anybody can go anywhere.’Mrs. Seemsby-Gore faintly liked the idea.
St. Thomas in The Court of Appeal
Authors: McNabb Vincent 
Published: July 2007

It is now some thirty years since the Summa Theologica began to circulate in an English translation. Little or no notice was taken of it even by those whom it was calculated to serve in their service of scientific truth. But the lack of welcome which befell it had no dismays for those responsible for an enterprise which seemed on the verge of folly. They were not moved when they were told that no good and little profit could come of an attempt to put the clock of modern progress back seven centuries to the age of Aquinas. Such friendly dissuasion as they were offered they met by silence and a more dogged resolve to forgive even their enemies by offering them not a cup of water but a wine-cup of the best!Experience and instinct had taught them that after the bewilderment of modern materialistic expansion had settled, the human mind would begin to ask questions, that is, to seek ultimate causes. Some sort of unity would be demanded by the finer minds who could not brook a mere welter of multiplicity. Men would seek to discuss with their fellow men the What and Whence and Why. They would desire both a Synthesis and the power to discuss that synthesis with minds of like desire. All this meant that they would demand such a Synthesis if it existed and accept some standarised vocabulary in order that discussion might become a possibility.
An Uncommon Book of Prayer
Authors: Pope Hugh 
Published: July 2007

Among the many treasures of St. Edmund’s College, Ware, are a number of old Catholic Prayer-Books. Their preservation is mainly due to the zeal and insight of Father Raymund Stanfield. Amongst them is a copy of the famous old Manual: A Manual of Prayers and Litanies: Distributed according to the Days of the Week. With other Excellent Devotions fitted for all Persons and Occasions. Last Edition much corrected. Permissu Superiorum, 1688. It is a 12mo. volume, singularly compact though actually containing no less than 564 beautifully printed pages. From the foreword ‘To the Pious Reader’ we learn that the present edition is ‘purg’d from many, both gross Errata’s in the Print, and improprieties in the Translations’; the Hymns are ‘rendered according to the Corrected Latin of P. Urban VIII (now generally used in the Church), and those too in far more Musical Numbers.’But the main and justest glory of this last Edition is a large and exquisite body of Litanies, so strong, and yet so sweet; so affectuous, and yet so instructive; so rigorously ordered and expressed, yet so soft and naturally flowing; in fine, so intirely comprehensive and yet so moderately proportion’d that it is impossible they can be attended to without rendring their Readers wisely devout; nor practis’d without engaging attention; nor once read, without inveigling into a continual practise.The Calendar which follows is peculiarly interesting. In January alone twenty British Saints are commemorated or their feasts kept; in February twenty-two; in March twenty-seven; in April twenty-six, and so on.
The True Socialist
Authors: Clayton Joseph 
Published: July 2007

Catholic not being a true socialist, ought not to call himself a socialist. The Pope has said so.The true socialist, the genuine Marxist, was never a Catholic and never could be one. For the economic theory that capitalism was fated by inexorable law to pass away, superseded by a class-conscious proletariat that would order all industry on a basis of social equality and thereby produce a co-operative commonwealth, was the dogma and the hope of the true socialist. We say was because when Lenin and his supporters resolved to enforce in their own way the Marxian doctrine in Russia, the old-fashioned Marxian socialist, particularly in England and Germany, was profoundly shocked. Hyndman, the ‘father of English socialism,’ with Kautsky and the ‘old guard’ of the German Social-Democratic Party, protested that Lenin and the Russian communists were not behaving according to plan, since no classconscious proletariat had yetbeen organised in Russia. What happened at Moscow queered the pitch altogether for socialism. The Bolshevik tyranny, in fact, did not, and has not, inaugurated social equality, neither has it produced the co-operative commonwealth of the socialist vision.
Traces of Catholicism in Welsh Folklore and Custom
Authors: Edwards T. Charles 
Published: July 2007

Wales is the lost Brittany of Catholicism in this island. The Reformation was ill-received by the people, and for some considerable time the loyalty of the Welsh to the old religion was a force on which the leaders of Catholicism could rely. For a generation or more after the accession of Elizabeth the religious opinions and prejudices of the greater number of Welshmen are best represented by the forceful lines of the schoolmaster-poet, Richard Gwyn of Llanidloes :Adam, the first man hadBut one Paradise;And there is but one Church, upon a hill.Where there is right communion.She is conspicuous as the sun,. . . . .And she is dowered beyond price,Though smoke mounts from Satan’s pit,Between the blind man and the sky.In the end Catholicism in Wales perished, for the most part rather from inanition than from any very positive process of conversion to Protestantism.Strype, speaking of the middle of the sixteenth century, says:In Wales the people ordinarily carried their beads about with them to church and used them in prayer. And even at Carmarthen, while the Bishop was at the communion table bareheaded, doing his devotions, the people kneeled there and knocked their breasts at the sight of the communion, using the same superstitious ceremonies as they had used in times past before the mass. They brought their corpses to be buried with songs and candles lighted up about them. And one Doctor Hughes ministering the Communion in the Cathedral Church of S. David’s, did after the popish manner break the host into three pieces, putting one of the parts into the cup, and giving a whole cake to the communicant without breaking the same.
The Holy Shroud of Turin
Authors: Barnes A. S. 
Published: July 2007

The recent Exposition of the Holy Shroud at Turin, after an interval of a third of a century, has attracted a great deal of attention and discussion. Something like two millions of pilgrims passed before the Relic in the course of the twenty days during which it was exposed for veneration. Before the interest thus aroused once more dies away it may be well to try to put on record what it is that we have learnt.The Holy Shroud differs from all other Relics, with the exception perhaps of the Title of the Cross, in being the principal witness to its own authenticity. It consists of a long sheet of linen, some fourteen feet long by three and a half in width, on which can be seen two imprints, back and front, of a human figure, placed head to head with a space of about six inches between.Now there are only two ways, as a moment’s thought will show us, in which such a double imprint can be formed on a single sheet. It may be the result of human artistic work, each image being separately painted by a human hand. On the other hand it may have been produced by a human body which has been laid upon the sheet and covered over with the other half, the imprinted image being thus produced by the body itself. There is no third way conceivable in which a double image can have been formed, or at any rate no third way has ever yet been suggested by anyone.
Casement and Ireland
Authors: O’Sullivan Richard 
Published: July 2007

Such is the unity of all history that anyone who endeavours to tell a piece of it must feel that his first sentence tears a seamless web.’These memorable words of Maitland naturally recur to the mind as one reads the direct and lucid story of the life and death of Roger Casement that Denis Gwynn has given to the world. In the course of his life—so abruptly ended—Roger Casement seemed to be the meeting-place of many strange forces; of the living and of the dead. Some of these forces reflect themselves or are reflected in the titles Mr. Gwynn has chosen for his contents page. The Congo; Putamayo; Ireland; Germany (The Great War); the Traitor’s Gate. The mere repetition of the names gives more than a hint of the strange cycle through which the life of Casement moved. In the beginning of his public career he was a figure of international power and reputation. Later, he declined (or ought I to say, developed?) into a person of some importance in Irish national politics. He ended as a lonely man upon the scaffold. He was so lonely at the end as to be out of touch and in a large measure out of sympathy with the counsel who defended him and with the arguments they used in his defence. And yet, just at the end, in the Divine Mercy, Roger Casement was reconciled to the Church of his Baptism, of which he had forgotten (if indeed he had ever realised) he was once a member. In truth he had received Catholic baptism as a small child at Rhyl while on holiday with his mother, who had been born a Catholic but who had ceased after marriage to practise her religion.
Too Much Ink
Authors: Richings Ronald 
Published: July 2007

Into an England where Faith was indigenous, Charity a common virtue, and Hope a sane, constructive effort, Caxton was admitted as a man with a wonderful new toy. He was, in fact, the pioneer of materialism, and the legacy we have inherited from him after more than four centuries, is the chaos of the modern world.We live now, at best, in a maze of false optimism. Most men realise that something is wrong with the world; they know that Faith is a limited psychological phenomenon with a certain commercial value, that Charity is either a convincing gesture (also with a commercial value) or a weakness that encourages the lower classes, and that Hope is a pious wish that, in spite of Socialism, Mammon may come into his own; but ‘hard-headed business men’ and their satellites are the last people to face realities; self-preservation is the antithesis of soul-preservation, and the one is pleasing and lucrative, the other painful and exacting, so the issue is cloaked in the obscurity of ink which itself is the maggot that has bred our present corruption. Ink, according to the Oxford Dictionary, is a black liquid ejected by a cuttle-fish to assist its escape from a foe.