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The Church and Politics in Alsace
Authors: Gwynn Denis 
Published: July 2007

Several pronouncements by Mgr. Ruch, the Bishop of Strasburg, within the past few weeks, have drawn attention to one of the most intricate and difficult problems of the Church in France since the War. Without attempting to present the whole problem that is involved, it is of considerable interest to note the attitude which has been adopted by the ‘patriot Bishop of Strasburg,’ whose conduct during the trying years since the War has shown him to be one of the most courageous and outspoken and also one of the ablest members of the French hierarchy. He has had to face a situation more embarrassing and more complicated than has any other bishop in France. Nothing proves more strikingly both the simplicity and the courage with which he has faced his duties than his own reluctant disclosure, made at a banquet of the Catholic Young Men’s Association in the spring of last year, that he had been prevented by the Pope himself, year after year since the War, from resigning his bishopric and retiring to a Carthusian monastery.The circumstances which led to that revelation have already been described in BLACKFRIARS. Mgr. Ruch was speaking in reply to a campaign of persistent misrepresentation of his own conduct by the Action Francaise. It was not that the Action Francaise had attacked him personally. On the contrary, it was they who gave him the title of the ‘patriot Bishop of Strasburg,’ and proclaimed, week after week—until he was forced into making public the most intimate secrets of his spiritual life—that the Vatican had attempted to remove him from his bishopric because of his sturdy patriotism as a citizen of France. The facts were actually the direct opposite.
Aubrey Beardsley
Authors: Michaelson Alexander 
Published: July 2007

Je ne sais pas grand’ chose de plus. Mais que sais-je de mes autres amis? Chercher l’amitie, la donner, c’est d’abord crier ‘Asile! Asile!’ Le reste de nous est sfirement moins bien que ce cri, il est toujours assez tot pour la montrer.That Sunday afternoon early in the spring of 1894, when Henry Harland called on Henry James to introduce Aubrey Beardsley and the as yet uncradled Yellow Book, ‘this young man, slender, pale, delicate, unmistakeably intelligent, somehow invested the whole proposition with a detached, a slightly ironic and melancholy grace.’ Henry James’ had met him before, on a single occasion, and had seen an example or two of his so curious and so disconcerting talent— an appreciation of which ‘had, of course, ‘stopped quite short.’ A year later I had not been interested in the Yellow Book, not even in those ‘literary efforts of Beardsley’s own that matched’ his pictures ‘in perversity.’ I had seen him once at the Annan Bryces’. His sister Mabel (met first at the Bruntons and then in Waterloo Place) had persuaded me to hear him lecture. The slender youth did not attract me nor his lecture. The Jacques Blanche portrait accentuates the little I remember: some hardness, much affectation. La voix du sang was quite silent, and yet we were fated to be more brothers than friends. I left without any wish to encounter the Beardsleys again.Not many weeks later, when I returned to South Audley Street from an early call in Park Lane (it must have been about 10.30 a.m.), I found a strange visitor in the drawing room, near Gustave Moreau’s Sappho.
Sinn Fein and the I.R.B.
Authors: Gwynn Denis 
Published: July 2007

From several books which have been published in the past few years, it has become possible to understand more clearly one of the most remarkable mysteries in the history of Irish political agitation. The full truth will probably never be known, though it concerns the whole subsequent development of Irish history. To any student of politics, the growth of the Sinn Fein agitation must always be a fascinating and perplexing problem. And the more recent books which have thrown light on the matter have made no attempt to deny that Sinn Fein, as a policy, and still more as a violent agitation, was not only unpopular, but was actually hated by the mass of the people in Ireland at the time when the organisers of the Dublin rising of Easter week, 1916, carried out their carefully arranged plans, which were intended to take the country by storm. Mr. P. S. O’Hegarty, whose Victory of Sinn Fein was the first complete revelation published by one of the chief organisers of the secret society which launched the Dublin rising, quite openly glories in the claim that the leaders of the rising had acted in a way which the people as a whole disapproved.‘The insurrection came upon the people of Ireland like a thunderbolt. They had not been expecting it, and they did not want it. . , . The insurrection was therefore universally and explosively unpopular. The populace fraternised with the British soldiery during the fighting, gave them food and smiles; in Cork the Redmondite Volunteers mobilised and helped the British by guarding bridges, etc.; in Dublin the populace attacked the wives of the men who were fighting; and the resolutions of various public bodies in the country condemning the insurrection may still be read. If Ireland as a whole could have got hold of Tom Clarke and his comrades during that week it would have torn them to, pieces. For a moment the whole fate of Ireland stood in the balance. Had the English but the wit to see it, the insurrection played right into their hands. ... If they had laughed at it, tried the promoters before a magistrate, and ridiculed the whole thing, with no general arrests and no long vindictive sentences, they could have done what they liked with Ireland. But the completeness of their victory, their crushing of the insurrection with the approval of the Irish Parliamentary Party and of the mass of public opinion, took away their political sanity. . . . When Sir John Maxwell shot to pieces the Government of the Irish Republic he put an end to the English domination of Ireland.’
The English Martyrs
Authors: Pontifex Dom Dunstan 
Published: July 2007

In reading one of the most recent histories of the Tudor period, the impression was gained that the Catholic martyrs, admittedly gallant men, worthy to be compared for courage even (amazing admission!) to Drake and the seamen, were swept to a glorious doom for attempting to stem the tide of inevitable change. The stirrings of the Renaissance and Reformation, the coming-of-age of the spirit of nationality, the mental activity that followed the spread of printed books, and, to crown and clinch it all, the popular, forceful, ruthless, but progressive tyranny of the Tudors—all these forces were sweeping away the mediaeval Church as surely as the rising tide sweeps away a castle of sand.The martyrs, one gathers, were brave men—to be admired for refusing to change with the times out of base motives, but their cause was as hopeless and their protest as useless as that of (say) a modern upholder of the legitimist claims of the Stuarts. And it is as well, the history almost makes us feel, that this was so, because their cause and the modern world, even that adolescent modern world of the sixteenth century, had nothing in common.If after reading such a book, we go straight to some contemporary account of the martyrs, we find a complete absence of any sense on their part of fighting the inevitable, of Being out of date or of championing a lost cause. It never occurred even to the Protestant leaders of those days to attempt to justify their actions on the ground of progress, or of national or social needs.
A Cisalpine Apologia
Authors: Bracey Robert 
Published: July 2007

It is somewhat startling to find that decidedly Anglican body, the Society for Promoting Christian knowledge, acting as sponsor to a history of the domestic controversies of the English Catholics, even though that history be penned by a writer of the broad and liberal outlook of Miss Maude Petre. The Society indeed explains in a Prefatory Note that its own standpoint is by no means that of the author, and that it publishes her book only ‘in the hope that it will contribute towards the cause of Christian Reunion.’The Lord Petre whose Life is here set forth was, in his common sense, strong-willed character, deep personal piety, very extensive charities, and constant patronage of struggling scholarship, a fine example of his class. In the present volume he figures almost entirely as the ostensible and social leader of the Cisalpine section of the English Catholic laity in the latter half of the eighteenth century, Charles Butler being the brains of the party. Miss Petre has not very much that is new to tell us of the complicated disputes and negotiations that led up to the Catholic Relief Act of 1791. She just goes over the ground already made familiar by Bishop Ward in his Dawn of the Catholic Revival, here and there supplementing that remarkable work by letters and papers drawn from the archives of the Petres, the Throckmortons, and other ancient Catholic families, and setting out at length documents hitherto known only in summary. Her main object seems to be to vindicate the memory of her great-great-grandfather and those associated with him from the aspersions of Dr. Milner and his school.
Trespassers will be Prosecuted
Authors: Gray John 
Published: July 2007

Though a bright young lady remembered to have read a notice Trespassers will not be Prosecuted, the attentive will mark no fatal difference of futility between this alleged and the well-known warning. Departure Platform; Beware of Pickpockets; and there are others; juxtapositions of words which do not scan, are not irreducible, leave the uninstructed ignorant; and, if we consider them in any carping spirit, are filled with false assumptions, petitiones principii, innuendoes and concealed negatives. Warn a man; do. Warn him briskly, leaving him no rejoinder; laconically. A warning connotes danger, proximate or contingent. It is useless to say Wolf to a stranger in the Tube. He would only reply: ‘Excuse me, sir, my name is Lambb.’ But when the voltage is known and protection is nugatory, express your thoughts succinctly. No matter in what land of Europe, you have seen the notice, pictorial, resembling the design of the jolly roger, affixed to posts supporting live wire. There is the human spirit: alike expressed in the will, fulfilled, to have the tramcar hurtle through the province, threading hamlets like pearls upon a worthy chain, as far from the waterfall as it desires; and in the sober stare of death: Do not meddle, brother.But Trespassers will be Prosecuted; a decayed relic of that noble fruit of the mind, the expedient rules drawn up by the piratical farmers old Norwegians were, to the end that fighting and plunder might continue their honourable course, and life be yet prolonged for the service of God and men.
Through a Glass, Darkly
Authors: Montgomery Francis 
Published: July 2007

‘SOEUR Marie Bernard est morte : quelles souf-frances depuis vingt ans!’ Sister MaryBernard is dead : how she must have suffered all these twenty years.’ Nearly fifty years have come and gone since the day in Easter week when these words fell on my ears from the holy and revered priest, the friend and guardian of my childhood. He had known and loved the little peasant-girl of the Pyrenees and had often spoken about her to the child, still unfamiliar with death, who listened to his words. To the latter the name of Sr. Marie Bernard had hitherto called up only wonder and admiration. She had seen more than once the Mother of fair Love, the Cause of our Joy! Had not the Beloved Mother promised, too, to make her happy in the kingdom of her Son?But there was no mistaking the accents of compassion in the mouth of the good priest. He knew so well what poor Bernadette had had to endure for those twenty-one years she still dwelt in this vale of tears, after having beheld, fleetingly no doubt, perhaps ‘through a glass, darkly,’ the Vision of incomparable Loveliness.The shy, retiring child had had to submit to the harsh interrogatories of officialdom, to be followed by the scarcely less intolerable and more persistent, crossquestionings of numberless enquirers, doubtless wellmeaning, often tactless, sometimes even baldly curious. In a later period her Superiors sought to shield her as much as might be from the inquisitive,
A Saint Among the Theologians
Authors: Whitacre ÆLred 
Published: July 2007

For many reasons a whole-hearted welcome will be given to Father Brodrick’s Life of Blessed Robert Bellarmine. The profound sanctity of the great controversialist was a legacy to the Church which has long called for recognition and acclamation; and all Catholic students have felt deep gratitude to the Holy See for raising this great member of the Society of Jesus to the altars of the Church. The new Beatus will rightly become a fitting patron in these days of missionary need. The period of his life was, roughly speaking, the hour when the great schism in modern Europe was becoming stabilised. Looking back now over the intervening centuries, we see him as one of the last great warriors in defence of the old Church of Christendom, before the night of the Reformation had settled down upon us. After his day the Church withdrew in large measure from the guidance of Northern Europe, and a situation arose in which Catholicism stood enclosed and in a state of siege. Even into the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, when the siege had to some extent been raised, the Church seemed to have been passed by, and half Europe stood determined to forget it. During this long period intermittent warfare has continued, and in the ephemeral and local controversies Catholic writers have mainly drawn on the armoury fashioned by Robert Bellarmine.But the northern nations, until quite recently, went another way, and only in our generation have men begun to see that the way was false, and has led us all towards chaos.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Authors: Michaelson Alexander 
Published: July 2007

In 1862 Henry Adams was a guest of Monckton Milnes at Fryston : Laurence Oliphant, Sterling of Keir will not detain us, although we owe to the future Sir William Sterling-Maxwell a definition worthy to rank with Max Beerbohm’s visit to The Pines, Putney, and with George Meredith’s Daumier lithograph of Theodore Watts Dunton.‘The fourth [man] was a boy, or had the look of one, though in fact a year older than Adams himself. He resembled in action—and in this trait was remotely followed, a generation later, by another famous young man, Robert Louis Stevenson—a tropical bird, high-crested, long-beaked, quick-moving, with rapid utterance and screams of humour, quite unlike any English lark or nightingale. One could hardly call him a crimson macaw among owls, and yet no ordinary contrast availed. Milnes introduced him as Mr. Algernon Swinburne. The name suggested nothing. Milnes was always unearthing new coins and trying to give them currency .... Conversation ran first to Oliphant who told his dramatic story simply, and from him the talk drifted off into other channels, until Milnes thought it time to bring Swinburne out . . . F or the rest of the evening Swinburne figured alone; the end of dinner made the monologue only freer, for in 1862, even when ladies were not in the house, smoking was forbidden, and guests usually smoked in the stables or the kitchen; but Monckton Milnes was a licensed libertine who let his guests smoke in Adams’s bedroom, since Adams was an American-German barbarian ignorant of manners;
The Status and Ethics of teh Legal Profession
Authors: McNabb Vincent 
Published: July 2007

Dear X,I take it that an obligation is laid upon me, when you who have honoured me by being my pupil, still further honour me by the following request; which for the benefit of casual readers I will set down at length. You write :—‘Yesterday I spent the whole afternoon with Mr. Justice Y. He was my master in the Law.‘He is full of anxiety for the future: for the whole ethical position of Judge, Advocate, Solicitor and Witness. It is quite a new anxiety to him; the fruit of his experience on the Bench, I fancy.‘It is clear that something must be done by a Master of Ethics. Now as you have been dealing with these matters in St. Thomas during the year, they will be fresh in your mind.‘Will you be good enough to write an essay on the Ethics of Advocacy? You told us during your lectures on the Sumtna of St. Thomas that you looked to the professions of Law and Medicine by the retention and the restoration of their traditions to save the State.One of these professions now asks you of your charity to give it back a statement of its tradition and its own ethical ideal.’I have said that this request honours all too much the one to whom it is addressed. But I need hardly add that it honours still more the one by whom it was addressed. Let me forget my own limitations in an attempt to offer you the intellectual alms you seek.It is the name you mention in your letter that reassures me against my limitations.
Bombs and Daggers in Italy
Authors: Bugeja Henry 
Published: July 2007

The bomb outrage perpetrated at Milan on Thursday, the 12th of April, is one of a long series of crimes which have gained for the fair name of Italy an unenviable notoriety.Bombs have been exploded in other countries, revolvers and daggers have been used by other nationals, but statistics are there to prove that for the last century Italians both in and outside their country have been the authors of the greater number of these horrible political assassinations. One has to go back to the early second half of last century to find a parallel to what has recently occurred at Milan : to 1858 when Orsini made the attempt upon the life of Napoleon III, or 1867 when Monti and Tognetti blew up the Serristori Barracks in Rome. On both occasions, as at Milan, the result was a veritable and indiscriminate slaughter of innocent persons. Agesilao Milano, Luccheni, Angiolillo, Carserio, Oberdank, Passanante, Acciarito, Bresci, Crispi, Gallenga and others more recent all belong to that infamous class of Italians who have dishonoured their Mother Country before the civilised world.The Italians are a warm-hearted, generous and chivalrous people, they belong to a highly civilised and cultured race; their family ties are intense, their respect for women and children borders the romantic. How comes it then that sweet and gentle Italy is responsible for this brood of monsters called political assassins? An exhaustive answer can only be given when a true and real history of Modern Italy is written.
The Letters of Baron von Hugel
Authors: Walker Luke 
Published: July 2007

The writings that Baron von Hugel gave himself to the public were, no doubt, more important, but they were surely in many ways less interesting, than the volume which has been made up by others from his private letters. The short memoir of sixty pages prefixed to them by the late Mr. Bernard Holland is interesting enough, but it is a commonplace that a man is best known from his letters, and certainly the Baron’s letters here given reveal the man, and the revelation is of absorbing interest.It is interesting, first of all, for the view it gives of his limitations, both the limitations he outgrew and the limitations that limited him to the end. The letters begin in December, 1896, when he was forty-four years old, and the last one is dated December 29th, 1924-he died at the end of January, 1925. Most of the letters of the first half of this period are addressed to his Modernist friends, and are concerned, more or less, with the Modernist movement. And how sadly out of proportion he saw both the men and the movement! One gets the impression that for him the group to which he belonged were the only hope for the future of Catholicism. What he says in 1899 of Tyrrell-and to Tyrrell-in England he would have said of a few others on the Continent.‘ I have, thank God,’ he wrote, ‘ a fair number of English Catholic scholar friends, and amongst non-Catholics I have, also on this side of the Channel, several good and much-cared-for friends : but there is, amongst the Catholic Englishmen I know, somehow no other one whom I feel and see to be one of those self-spending children of the dawn and of Christ’s ampler day ’ (p. 76).
A Theologian among the Saints:
Authors: Brodrick James 
Published: July 2007

In the course of two interesting articles in the Apriland May numbers of Blackfriars, Fr. Aelred Whitacre has developed a view of Bd. Robert Bellarmine which would have gladdened the heart of the ‘Advocatus Diaboli.’ Blessed Robert, we are to believe, was a man torn between two loyalties, that to truth and conviction on the one hand, and that to his own Order and its Superiors on the other. In the event, it was the latter which prevailed. Arnica veritas, sed magis arnica Societas is in substance Fr. Whitacre’s verdict. Such a view of one whom the Church has been pleased to honour with beatification is piquant, and, could it be sustained, might well cause grief to those who respect the Church’s decisions. Fortunately, however, for a great man’s reputation, Fr. Whitacre would appear, from the manner in which he has endeavoured to prove his point, not to have had access to the findings of recent research on the life of Bellarmine. His reading, it would seem, has been in the main confined to Serry’s eighteenth-century Historia Congregationum de Auxiliis Divinae Gratiae, a partisan document, long since discredited, and known to all students of the subject as utterly untrustworthy.This History, besides having been, according to general belief, edited and prepared for the press by the arch-Jansenist Pasquier Quesnel, was based to a very large extent on documents about which Pope Innocent X ruled as follows in a decree against the Jansenists issued in 1654 :
Henriette Gabrielli
Authors: Michaelson Alexander 
Published: July 2007

‘Le chacal, monté sur un piédestal vide, allonge son museau de loup derrière le buste d’un Pan à tête de bélier; la gazelle, l’autruche, l’ibis, la gerboise, sautent parmi les décombres, tandis que la poule sultane se tient immobile sur quelque débris, comme un oiseau hiéroglyphique de granit et de porphyre.’We search in vain Brunetiére’s History of Classical French Literature for a chapter on St. Simon; George Saintsbury deliberately omits Les liaisons dangereuses from his French Novel. Brunetiére and Saints-bury give their reasons, good or plausible; but who can tell us why Madame Gabrielli in hitherto published memoirs shares the fate of the due de St. Simon and Choderlos de Laclos?She may haunt the manuscript pages that will delight and amaze the first quarter of the twenty-first century, if there are still readers to be delighted and amazed in those scarce imaginable years : in white, always, white boots, white gloves. She will trip or stumble, high-heeled, short-sighted, with her white silk bag containing sometimes diminutive white shoes (in rainy weather), with her wig frankly like a night cap. ‘In my youth they called me the lily,’ she declared at some dinner table, and the foreign butler tittered. When reproved the following day, he defended himself :’ Yes, I know, Miladi, mais le nez.’Her hair was never white. In my time it was the colour of fuller’s earth. I saw her first at Mrs. Singleton’s. I thought her copper-coloured : but it must have been, a lighting effect.