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On Two Sides of the World
Authors: Balfour M. C. 
Published: July 2007

It began in the Clos-Poulet, it may be said to have ended in the Pacific—and yet I think that its true ending is at home where long ago it began; for it is written in grey, the colour of Brittany skies, the colour of tears—there is no heat or brilliance in it as of southern seas. Surely here or there, this is a breton tale, strayed but returning home at last; so that the record of it has to be pieced together, as it were, on two sides of the world.It is not difficult to picture the beginning, though Clémentine will tell little of that. But there was a day some fifty odd years ago when there lay in the bay of St. Malo a little ship straining at her cables and shaking out her sails to catch the wind; a ship home-built and home-manned, launched in the harbour yonder and christened, like so many of her crew, by the curé from the grey cathedral that lifts its single spire above the close-walled little city. It is easy to picture her, to know her very make and shape and rig; for year by year her sister goélettes are still built and equipped and sent out from St. Malo to the Iceland and Newfoundland fishings. Year by year in the first days of spring they steal out into the bay from the harbour where they have lain during the winter; year by year they pass out, unchanging, familiar, with the same lines of paint fresh on graceful sides, the same gilding at the bow, the same well-remembered Marie-Joseph, it may be, or the Sainte-Anne, or the Etoile-de-Mer.
A Coming of Age
Authors: Baptist Reeves John 
Published: July 2007

It is pathetic to see a young life coming of age merely to die. It is tragic if the death is due to the indifference and neglect of those who have brought the young life into being, and are responsible for its continuance. There is some danger that this year English Catholics may be, not merely witnesses of such a domestic tragedy, but actually the villains of the piece.The Catholic Social Guild comes of age this year. At its annual meeting, just held in Oxford, it assembled its friends for the customary rejoicings. But the debutante was found to be seriously ill, sick almost to death. Instead of congratulations and good wishes for the future, there was to be heard a thin, tired voice uttering what sounds perilously like a valedictory death-bed speech.‘Last year,’ it said, ‘we made a loss of £86. This year it is £85. The surplus of £74 on the old balance sheet has disappeared and become a deficit of £11. Our expenditure cannot be reduced below its present amount if any sort of organisation and propaganda is to be maintained. Our income is below that—our regular income from subscriptions very much below that. Whether we meet again here will depend upon whether we survive the crisis by increasing our income. If the Guild goes, the Democrat goes, the Year Book goes, and eventually the Workers’ College also goes.’
The Church in Iceland
Authors: Lechmere Joscelyne 
Published: July 2007

Attention has been focussed on this relatively far-away island owing to the fact that it celebrates this year the thousandth anniversary of its Parliament. For Catholics it is also a memorable summer as it sees the entry to his See of a first Icelandic Bishop since the ‘Reformation.’ The new Bishop of Holar is of Danish birth and has laboured for many years in Iceland. He has perforce to live away from his see. For Holar, in northern Iceland, which once had a fair cathedral and was a famous seat of Catholic learning is now only a name. I vividly remember arriving there in the late afterglow of a northern summer night after a long day’s ride culminating in a steep mountain slope even in August deep with snow. Holar lies far below in a fertile green valley watered by many streams. Just as Holar now possesses a Bishop and no cathedral, conversely the Faroe Isles, four hundred miles away, have a cathedral without a chief pastor.At Kirkubae, south of Thorshavn, stands an unfinished stone building in Gothic style. It was never consecrated, and yet it has not been desecrated to any profane use. It remains roofless to the sky, a perpetual reminder of the faith which built it and of those who prevented its completion.
The Corsairs of Saint-Malo
Authors: Balfour M. C. 
Published: July 2007

Of them ‘that go down to the sea in ships’ Saint-Malo, assuredly, has never had any lack. For the last five hundred years she has been the home of a sea-faring people; adventurers, discoverers, privateers—sometimes little better than pirates—she numbers them in plenty among her citizens, as we have good and convincing cause to remember. For it must be frankly confessed that not only did they dispute with us the freedom of the seas, but at one time it was not we who always had the best of the argument. In fact, to be honest, we suffered very considerably at the hands of these free-lances; and it is a surprising thing to remember that these men raised the little rock-city of their birth to be a power in France, and a danger to England. When the size of Saint-Malo is taken into consideration, this is a rather remarkable achievement.Only a few of their names are familiar to us, though many more are preserved in the annals of the little town on the Brittany coast; and perhaps it is worth while to recall something of what is known of them. Commanding their own ships while they were yet boys (Duguay-Trouin was only sixteen); growing incredibly rich and piling up adventures as other lads steal apples; something more than a guild—almost a family, closely interlinked by marriage and descent; merchants sending out their own ships to trade as well as to fight, fighters manning their own ships to defend their trade—to read the story of their exploits is like turning over the pages of a fairy tale.
A Poplar-Leaf
Authors: Martindale C. C. 
Published: July 2007

Last time I spoke at St. Dominic’s Priory, Haverstock Hill, to a crowd of boys, one of them had a fit. This shows how far from suited I am to talk to or even about boys. (However, when I was there before, someone lost his false teeth .... I was accused .... but no matter. Perhaps it’s an affair of place rather than person. Or, just fate. To resume . . . .)I am not going to speak so much about boys, as about anyone who grows up in a place like Poplar, London, E.14; and though I shall talk about Poplar, I am not selfishly forgetting other desperately poor parishes in London, or in many another city, Glasgow for example; Bristol. I suppose that much the same happens everywhere as in Poplar. For example, the parents, either because they must or because they are short-sighted, send their children out to do such work as children can, immediately after they leave school and even before. (I knew a boy who made quite a good business, between whiles, by stealing leafy twigs and sticking them in flower-pots (also stolen) and selling them to old ladies in the suburbs on the assurance that ‘they would flower in October.’ . . . He had already learnt how to steal enough milk out of doorstep-bottles to supplement his insufficient breakfast. But he was an angel-child in school . . . .) Well, at sixteen the young labourer is sacked, because he has to be insured.
A Daughter of St. Dominic
Authors: McNabb Vincent 
Published: July 2007

On Monday evening, December the 30th, 1929, Mrs. Sheppey-Greene (née Schuster) died in Charing Cross Hospital. The tragedy of a richly endowed mind and soul cut off in mid-life after a few hours’ illness came with bewildering fitness almost as we were remembering ‘Rachel weeping for her children, who were no more.’The friars of St. Dominic were grieved that this sister of the Third Order was taken when, as they thought, her life of varied usefulness was just opening into flower. Yet they could not withhold the further thought—and it was an end to grief—that He Whom their sister had served was accounting her life not an opening flower but a ripened fruit.Those who knew Rose Schuster best could not picture her as choosing, even for an hour, a low rather than a high way to God. I have heard her reply to the question, how did she come by her deep knowledge of the Bible, by saying that she had a governess who insisted on the word of God being committed to memory. But it was evident that the girl whose faithful memory was learning God’s word had a still more faithful heart that was learning from God’s word how best to do God’s will.Some two years after her mother became a Catholic she followed her mother into the Church. But indeed she never followed anyone but Him Who is the way, and the truth and the life. The only life her robust mind could seek was the gift of truth.
The Virgin Without a Face
Authors: Balfour M. C. 
Published: July 2007

This is the story that I have been told of the ruined chapel in the Bois-Marie.When the sun sets peacefully behind clouds, there comes an hour of hushed stillness. And on the edge of the Bois-Marie, where there were no trees, but only broken ground, tangled with bramble and bracken and dappled with hollows where the rain lay, the quietness of all the world seemed to gather and brood.It was a high place, lifted up on the cliffs that stood with their feet in the water, and little was visible that was not sky or sea of the nearer land rising and falling as it travelled into the distance. There were no houses, no ploughed fields, no trimness of man’s work. There was only the high breast of the earth, pale and clear and quiet; the grey sea, the luminous grey sky, and the grey hush that followed the sunset.
A Note on the Doctrine of the Holy Eucharist
Authors: Walker Luke 
Published: July 2007

In an article on ‘St. John’s Witness to the Blessed Sacrament’ in a former number of Blackfriars, Fr. Vincent McNabb wrote as follows:
It was no main purpose of St. John to show that the Son of God was a worker of miracles. No evangelist records miracles so sparingly. But it remained for the last of the evangelists to remove the last of the misunderstandings about the Holy Eucharist by recording the transubstantiation of water into wine at the wedding feast (John ii, i-ii). As the Catholic doctrine of the Holy Eucharist is based on two miracles, Transubstantiation and Multiplication, and as the miracle of Multiplication had already been recorded by the three Synoptists, St. John’s mention of the miracle of Transubstantiation completed the necessary proof of the possibility of the Real Presence.This passage seems to me to be misleading on several points, and also to contain, at least implicitly, views which it is difficult to accept. In view of the importance of its subject no excuse need be offered for discussing it here. I venture, therefore, to set down as clearly as I can some of the objections which, it seems to me, can be legitimately urged against it. I will deal first with what Fr. McNabb calls the miracle of Transubstantiation, and secondly with the miracle of Multiplication.
The New Morality of Lambeth
Authors: Ginns Reginald 
Published: July 2007

Having learnt by experience how frequently the evil that a man does falls back upon his own head, our wise forefathers gave us the proverb which says that curses always come home to roost. This is brought back to our mind by the significance of the declarations of the recent Lambeth Conference along with the explanations or excuses since offered by the Anglican prelates responsible. It is another case of the proverb. It has taken three hundred years to overthrow the calumnious accusations of the reformers concerning the morality of the ancient monasteries, and it is to Protestant historians like Gairdner that we are indebted for much of the labour involved in the destruction of that false accusation. Does it not seem that the curse has come home to roost when we find the chief authorities of the Anglican body publicly and officially teaching that unnatural vice in sexual relationship is right and good provided that it be done ‘in the light of Christian principles’?We should be tempted to laugh were the blasphemy not so horrible. All who had followed the trimming and compromising of the Anglican leaders were quite prepared to see them bow to expediency in this case also by declaring that birth-prevention was allowable. But it is the hypocrisy of that phrase ‘in the light of Christian principles’ which sticks in our throat: we were not prepared for that, for we did not think they had fallen so far from Christ.
The Stairway of the Gods
Authors: Belloc Elizabeth 
Published: July 2007

Above the narrow valley of Champéry the Dent du Midi makes a dreadful caricature of the Trinity. The three great figures loom up against the sky, huddling together in evil conclave, leaning backwards in attitudes of insolence and pride. When the light is behind them their stony faces brood darkly in the shadow, a living monument to the mystery of evil; when the sun beats on them they stare over into Savoy, blank, cruel, unanswering; mouthless and eyeless, yet they grin and mock as if eternally amused at the helplessness of the human intellect faced with the unanswered question of evil. Their snow-streaked robes fall in gigantic folds about the granite cliffs where they sit enthroned; there is a suggestion of vast elbows and shoulders, of dreadful muscles and sinews, of huge limbs reposing, of fearful power waiting and held in reserve. Yet somewhere amidst that mighty solidity there is a hint of heaviness, of blankness, of —stupidity. They are a trio of darkness; and though the light is on them, it is never in them, and though the clouds gather about them as if to hide their great Council from human eyes, the frightened watcher has a suspicion, deep down, that their staring pride is valueless to the heavens and their mighty cogitations are empty and unwise.Immediately beside the third great figure is a fourth point, the Haute Cime, higher than all three, standing up like the back of a throne; the cliff falls down from it in a great sweeping curve and gathers again into the solid bastion of golden granite called the Dent de Chaux.
Metz Revisited
Authors: Wilkinson Maurice 
Published: July 2007

It is now sixty years since the surrender of Marshal Bazaine’s army in Metz, and only the very old can have a personal recollection of that fateful war, and only the extremely aged can have taken any active part in it, if indeed any such are still alive.I was in Metz as a boy when we were as near to the war of 1870 as we are now to the war of 1914, and it so happened that owing to certain circumstances the events of that all important drama were early impressed on my mind to an unusual extent. I soon became fascinated by it and as I grew older read anything that bore on the subject and eagerly listened to any stories from those who had taken part in it. ‘The war,’ as we always called it, was the one outstanding event in Europe to my mind, and it has haunted me ever since.Since that day I never re-entered Metz or Strasbourg until the year 1929, but twenty years ago I went over the battlefields round Metz, walking over the then frontier from Pagny-sur-Moselle. A dislike of seeing the German uniforms in those provinces had grown up with me, though I was not, and never have been, antiGerman as such. Indeed, the recovery of the lost provinces ought to go far to end the Franco-German hostility, just as in the sixteenth century Sir F. Walsingham said of Calais : ‘That was the great obstacle to any Anglo-French friendship, but now that it has gone (ie., the French have it), where is the difficulty?’
Your Adversary the Devil
Authors: Quidam Sacerdos 
Published: July 2007

The subject of the devil and his power to do evil to man is seldom discussed in the pulpit with all the exactness of sound theology. A missioner will descant on the mighty intelligence of Satan, and his relentless attack on the human race. He may even draw pictures of the dreadful state of a soul that has irrendered to the devil, and become completely possessed by him. He will warn his hearers that the devil is a powerful adversary, and that their strength is small and puny compared with Satan’s. In all this there is a good purpose, and the missioner’s words are often a very useful goad for the sluggish type of character that requires more vivid and more fiery (often in a literal sense) motives of action than the somewhat cold idea of duty to God. But there is a want of exactness and balance if no mention is made of the precise limits of Satan’s power over man, and there is the danger of causing unnecessary fear. One could wish that more attention were devoted to a careful explanation of the method of Satan’s attack, and of the limits of its efficacy.A very important point to make, first of all, is that the devil can never act directly on the human intellect or the will. In other words, the devil has no means of getting inside a man’s soul and taking possession of man’s free-will. St. Thomas gives the following reason : to be within another is to be within his terms (terminos, limits),
French Renaissance Art
Authors: Murdoch W. G. Blaikie 
Published: July 2007

Of those who scan this page there are few, if any who have not gone to pay homage to the great medieval churches of France. And surely numerous pilgrims, at Chartres of the world-famous sculptures, or other Gothic fanes of coeval raising, have found themselves asking big questions. If the French school of artists, say from the twelfth century to the fifteenth, were authors of a wealth of fine religious work, did there come from them no fair things in the sphere, after the Middle Ages had passed away, giving place to the Renaissance Period? Or must it be owned, reluctantly, that the ecclesiastical fabrics in the pointed formula, with the carven figures which adorn them, and the embellished sacred manuscripts which were wrought by men who were linked with those halls of orisons, were the ultimate rare exploit of France, in the sacerdotal realm?In offering tribute to those very few French artists who fashioned beautiful things definable as art of the Renaissance, it is desirable to spend a moment on recalling the character of that great movement. If it is often described as the advent of a new spirit of enquiry, this description is inadequate; for the affair might also be called a deliberate harking back to the Classic or Antique styles in art. Out of the new spirit of enquiry there came in Holland, in the fourteenth century, the inauguration of the printing press, and in Flanders, at the outset of the fifteenth, the inception of oil painting.
The Ethics Rum-Running
Authors: Carpenter Hilary 
Published: July 2007

There was romance in old-time smuggling, if the story-books speak true. There is precious Tittle in that present-day form of it called ‘rum-running,’ if James Barbican’s account is to be considered authoritative. It is a cold, hard business proposition, with abundant possibilities of trickery, fraud, bribery, and murder, as a background. That the ethics of rumfunning are, therefore, a somewhat complicated issue will not be surprising.Why the general title of ‘rum-running’ has been adopted is a mystery. In point of fact, rum is seldom carried. The normal stock-in-trade is whiskey, with ‘brandy and wines for a side-line. It is probably ‘one of the many words used by the American journalist in his love of alliteration.’ The men engaged in the business are titled according to the part they play, and if there are heroes in the game at all they are the ‘rum-runners’ properly so-called. These are they who command the whiskey-ships which lie anchored twenty miles or so off land, contending with storms, pirates and mutiny; they who own the Seabright dories, those small cockle-shell speed-boats by means of which the cargo is landed, and play a lone hand against storms, fogs, revenue cutters, prohibition agents, police and ‘hijackers’; they who drive motor lorries at breakneck speeds for hundreds of miles at a stretch and who are, as often as not, shot down (‘bumped off’ in the slang phrase) either by police or hijackers.
Dominican Missionaries in South America
Authors: Montgomery Francis 
Published: July 2007

That little band of Franciscans in the wake of Cortes, who brought the light of faith to the Aztecs, and gave to Mexico, or New Spain, as it was then called, its first bishop, Don Francisco de Zumarraga, had its counterpart in the company of twenty-two sons of St. Dominic, who landed at Santa Marta on the southern shores of the Caribbean Sea, four hundred years ago, July 29th, 1529. Don Tomas Ortiz was their leader, and he in his turn was the first bishop of Santa Marta, the first, indeed, in New Granada. Another of the friars, Don Domingo de las Casas, was a near relative of the intrepid Fray Bartolomé, so conspicuous for his defence of the natives, since he fourteen times crossed the ocean to gain the ear of Charles and of Philip on their behalf.Don Domingo was selected by Gonzalo Jimenez de Quesada as chaplain to his troops on that expedition into the interior which resulted in adding to the Spanish crown the famous empire of the Muysca Indians or Chibchas. It was due, indeed, mainly to the brave friar’s encouragement and exhortations that they eventually reached the great plateau of Bogota and took possession of the capital.At sight of his soldiers decimated by hunger and thirst, and the appalling difficulties of the passage of the Cordilleras, de Quesada was several times on the point of turning back to Santa Marta, but the good Dominican urged him to press forward and animated his troops by the thought that they were suffering for the eventual triumph of the Faith.
Principles of Catholic Education
Authors: Kolbe F. C. 
Published: July 2007

The Catholic Education question has been much discussed from many points of view. Religion, politics, common sense, all have contributed their share. Philosophy also has been by no means neglected. Still it appears to me that the purely psychological aspect has not yet received adequate treatment, and although I do not pretend to be able to provide such treatment myself, yet I think it only fair that we should never point out a defect without first doing our best to remedy it. Therefore, having criticised, I boldly subject myself to criticism in turn, by putting forward some considerations which may serve at least as an essay (in the original sense of the word) on this all-important subject.We have made large sacrifices in various countries for our convictions. In Ireland, naturally one of the most intellectual countries of Europe, the tempting bait of Knowledge was resolutely put aside when Faithfulness was at stake. In America and the British Empire we are paying for our opponents’ schools as well as for our own. Moreover, we cheerfully deny ourselves many educational and social advantages which are open to those whose theories or consciences are easier than ours. For all these sacrifices we are bound to have solid reasons to give; to ourselves on account of our apparent loss; to our people, on account of the burden laid upon them; to our countrymen, on account of our apparent want of patriotism. Reasons, to be solid, must obviously go to the root of things;