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Abbe Fernand Portal
Authors: Bennigsen Olga 
Published: July 2007

Some years ago a Russian stood in painful hesitation on the threshold of the Church. She had reached it after many dark years wasted away in vain endeavours to still the insatiable cravings of the soul and by artificial interests and excitements fill the emptiness of a life, in which God had no place.The War and the fearful catastrophe, which had engulfed her country, partially opened this Russian’s eyes to the Truth, though as yet it was but a faint glimmer and in nowise the full light. The mind of the homeless exile was captivated by the powerful organisation of the Church Universal, the one stable Rock and haven of refuge, standing alone, proud and unshaken, amidst the hideous wreckage of the contemporary world. The mind had understood, but the heart remained untouched and the spiritual side was not yet revealed to her. Friendless and lonely, knowing nothing of the Catholic England, this Russian would have been lost if at this critical moment of her life a relative in Paris had not put her into touch with a French priest. A correspondence ensued. Passages of some letters of this priest, translated for the benefit of (English readers, are given here :Sept., 1921.‘M-me X. tells me I can do you some good by writing to you. She has been saying so for months. . . . . I cannot refuse the venture, and if you do me the honour of writing to me with entire confidence, as every Christian soul may write to a priest of Jesus Christ, I shall endeavour not to show myself too unworthy of the mission I will hold from you only and the limits of which you alone will determine.’
Dods
Authors: Gray John 
Published: July 2007

North Berwick is justly esteemed. The sea there is what water is supposed to be, transparent. There are skerries ghostly enough in certain lights to be worth journeying to see, in the wide proportions of nature at the opening of the firth acceptable in all lights. And the villas, with their Scotch comfort and dignified rents! a place, too, where you meet the more discerning of your southern acquaintance ; and in the social atmosphere there are particulars to which visitors rightly attach value: the incidence of immovables to feu a division of time often overlooked, the forenoon, separated between two ticks of the clock from the afternoon. Many accuracies of speech besides assert indeed no grammatical superiority, but hint with politeness that historical English has more than one arbiter; and, above all, for holiday purposes, give a zest to trivial conversation; and— many things are to be said in favour of North Berwick.But there is a solid background to that ephemeral watering-place all praise. No doubt villages easily reached meet the approval of the visitor and survive comparison with those of Oxfordshire: Dirleton, Whitekirk, Athelstanford; and winding, shady roads lead to desirable spots like Tyninghame Bay, where the river which crosses the county from Fala direction discharges reluctantly in flats dense with sea buckthorn; but better lies closer along the northern wreckage of the moor, Spott, Garvald, Gifford, and many a hamlet. The general aspect of the land, precarious farming, hesitating lines of communication, secure varieties of view to satisfy the exacting.
Breton and Basque
Authors: Fendall C. P. 
Published: July 2007

Of France, yet not in their own opinions French, in spite of the distance apart in race, in language, in country, Breton and Basque have much in common. Both agricultural people they cling to their old traditions as races apart from the French of whose country their lands form part, to their own languages, and they are devout Catholics.The Breton is a Celt, he claims, and history supports his claim to be descended from Celtic immigrants from Great Britain. The Basque knows not whence he came, some people say the Basque people are the only remnant of the population of the lost continent of Atlantis, the last of an earlier wave of immigration from the East than those which bore Westwards the other peoples of Europe. The language of the Breton bears out his claim to a British origin, for it is near akin to Gaelic, in Finistére and the Cotes du Nord very near indeed to Welsh, less so in Morbihan, but there the difference is more a matter of pronunciation than actual language, the people of Finistere say those of Morbihan speak a patois. The Basque language gives no clue to the origin of the race, it bears no affinity to any known language, with one solitary exception, so it is said, of the language spoken by a tribe living in a remote corner of Manchuria.Away from the larger towns and the seaside resorts the Breton in his villages amongst the rough hills of the centre of the country, the Basqe in the narrow valleys of the Western Pyrennees still live their old simple agricultural lives, working contentedly from daylight to dark, day in day out, Sundays and festivals of the Church excepted.
Jean Cocteau
Authors: Balfour Mrs. Reginald 
Published: July 2007

There is little to be said about Jean Cocteau that he has not said himself—about himself. ‘The last word in modernity, the most brilliant mind of this generation,’ said Clive Bell of him, and to be noticed by the capricious pen of that critic does indeed stamp him as ultra-modern.As poet, critic, novelist, draughtsman, Jean Cocteau has been known in Paris for the last thirteen years, but owing to our regrettable isolation from movements and ideas beyond our own shores, we in England have hardly realised his many achievements. This year he has published Le Rappel a l’Ordre, a collection of former articles in which he analyses his activities as the leader of a group of young musicians and writers of the very latest modern tendencies, together with the motives and significances of his own writings. Another sign of his great activity was the production of his last play Orphée at the Théatre des Arts during four nights in last July. Two scenes of this attempt to clothe a classical theme in modern dress (he did the same in Andromaque and in the ballet Romeo and Juliet which has Strawinsky’s music) are given in the Revue des Jeunes of July 28th. It is a mere fragment, but in it are found all the ‘Cocteau’ elements, fantasy, mystère, modern implements (such as Death’s india-rubber gloves), symbolising elements in human life, besides much beauty of movement and charm of words. Respectfully criticising the play in The Times of July 14th, the writer speaks of M. Cocteau’s conversion as being ‘amongst the recent phenomena of Paris life.’
The ‘Action Francaise’ Condemnation
Authors: Gwynn Denis 
Published: July 2007

A French Catholic who holds a very influential position in the Catholic movement expressed to me a few weeks ago such strong views on the recent condemnation of the Action Francaise by Cardinal Andrieu, and subsequently by the Pope himself, that the gist of his argument is worth placing on record. He attached so much importance to the crisis which has been precipitated by the Cardinal’s condemnation that he believed it to mark the beginning of a phase which would lead, after a short period of acute crisis in France, to an immense consolidation of all the Catholic forces in this country, which have hitherto been divided hopelessly by the tendencies towards violent anti-constitutional action on the part of the neo-royalist movement.The origin of the trouble may be briefly stated. It has been well known to everyone familiar with the various factors of the Catholic movement in France. Broadly speaking, the older generation of Catholics were, at the beginning of the present century, still largely royalist in their sympathies. The tradition of plunder and spoliation under the Republic still carried with it vivid memories for many people; and most of the older clergy and nearly all the Catholic aristocracy were still profoundly hostile to the Republic, which they regarded as being only the latest phase in the series of political crises through which France had passed since the Revolution, with alternating republics and monarchies. But by the beginning of the century it had become quite clear to those who viewed the situation without traditional and personal feelings that the restoration of the monarchy in France had become an impossibility.
William Cobbett on Birth Control
Authors: Standish M. A. 
Published: July 2007

A Century ago, a violent controversy raged upon the subject of the limitation of the families of the poor; the two chief protagonists in this contest were the Rev. T. Malthus and William Cobbett. As the dispute has been revived during the present age, it is not without interest to re-trace the arguments of the debate.In those days the fight centred upon the economic question; Malthus based his position upon the theory that population had a tendency to increase faster than subsistence; whilst Cobbett pointed out that under natural conditions there was ample means of providing for an increase in numbers in this country.To-day, the question still remains of vast and vital importance, inasmuch as both advocates and opponents of Birth Control admit that married couples nowadays are compelled by reason of economic conditions to consider whether they can afford to maintain a family or not. Both Malthus and Cobbett agreed that modern industrial conditions were unsatisfactory in the extreme; Malthus desired to remedy social conditions by demanding that the proletariat should restrict the number of their children by means of ‘moral restraint’ and by this means increase the amount of food-supply available; Cobbett on the other hand regarded this demand as an outrage upon human liberty and saw in a return to natural conditions the only way out of the ‘impasse’ into which Industrialism had plunged the people of this country.Malthus published his well-known treatise upon Population in 1816; this was largely read by the educated classes and its tenets supported by those who derived their wealth from the exploitation of the manual workers of this country.
Francis and Dominic in England
Authors: Gumbley Walter 
Published: July 2007

Fratres Minores sicut et nostri caritative et hilariter recipiantur, et secundum facultatem domus pie et honeste procurentur. (Constitutiones Ordinis Praedicatofum).Let the Friars Minor be lovingly and cheerfully welcomed as our own brethren, and let them be worshipfully and fittingly entertained according to the means of the house.The love which St. Francis and St. Dominic bore each other has become a lasting tradition and example among their children. The rule of special charity towards the Minors was one of the last legacies of St. Dominic to his Preachers; it is to be found in the Constitutions drawn up by him and approved by the General Chapter held at Bologna in 1221 a short time before the Saint’s death. At the same Chapter was decreed the foundation of the English Dominican Province, and straightway St. Dominic carried it into effect by sending from his side fit friars for the undertaking. Filled with the holy Founder’s own spirit they arrived in England in August, 1221, and were already settled in London and Oxford when in 1224 the Blessed Agnellus came with the first Minors. Mindful of St. Dominic’s rule of love, the London Dominicans eagerly welcomed the newcomers and made them tarry with them fifteen days, feeding and lodging them as though they were of their own family.From London two Franciscans went to establish a house of their Order in Oxford, and Thomas of Eccleston, an early chronicler, has told the story of their coming.
A Prayer
Authors: Croft-Cooke. Rupert 
Published: July 2007

Lord—at a mountain tomb in BethanyOnce Thou didst stand, and with the word ‘Come forth’Raised Lazarus to the quick. And stumbling he Pathetically raised protecting hands Because the sun was strong. They loosed the bands That bound his buried limbs. Before their eyes In wonder, jealousy, or fear that gazed Young Lazarus stood, and heard their startled cries, And saw his Lord smile welcome, and with dazed Senses he wondered what new dream was this;Then the world faded as he knelt to kiss Thy feet . . .Lord—see this sepulchre that keeps my soul And call forth the dead self that tarries there,Send angel hands, that they in pity roll The stone away, and at Thy word let rise This buried self, that with new life and care May learn to kiss Thy feet, and meet Thine eyes.Rupert Croft-Cooke.
Burneyana
Authors: Bracey Robert 
Published: July 2007

Only the other day, we stood looking at the desolate spot in St. Martin’s Street, once occupied by the happy home of the Burneys, and Dr. Johnson’s dictum about that gifted family came to our mind : I love all of that breed whom I can be said to know, and one or two I hardly know, I love on credit.’ And lo! on returning from our stroll, we found this new and valuable volume of Burneyana with those very words inscribed on its title-page. Mr. Brimley Johnson, who has already delved to such good purpose in eighteenth century quarries, here gives us a delightful miscellany. It is made up of hitherto unused material from manuscript journals and correspondence, and from contemporary newspapers, and the result is a ‘full-length family group’ of all the Burneys. By far the best part of the book consists of a reproduction of the suppressed passages in Madame d’Arblay’s Journal during her stay in France in 1802 and the succeeding years. These are full of interest, and in their vividness are well worthy of one who was at once the greatest diarist and all but the greatest novelist of her period.The editor in his introduction rightly praises Fanny Burney’s incomparable literary picture-painting, and extols her as perhaps the shrewdest observer of human nature who ever created fictions in the likeness of man. In 1802, Bonaparte was on the eve of the Consulate for Life, and Paris presented a curious spectacle, of which we are here given many glimpses. While some of the entries are of a very intimate character, others were written to be read to Queen Charlotte and her daughters at Windsor, and are therefore of the full-dress order.
Jean-Marie
Authors: Clegg Mary 
Published: July 2007

There has just left the Grotto at Lourdes, never to return to it, an old man who has been inseparable from it for over fifty years, and who will always be inseparable from it in the thoughts of countless pilgrims from every part of the world who have visited it in that long period. Perhaps no contemporary Catholic layman has had so many personal friends. This old man, who has just died in his ninetieth year, is Jean-Marie Laffont, die elder of the two Guardians of the Grotto, ‘the old candleman,’ he whose majestic head reminds one so forcibly of portraits of our own Cardinal Newman.He was born at Poueyferre, a little village on the summit of a hill a few kilometres to the north-west of Lourdes. His family were well-to-do peasant proprietors, with a charming property which went down to the Lac de Lourdes. He was the eldest of a family of twelve children, and he and his brothers and sisters grew up in sight of the town with which he will be eternally associated. In those days village children were not worried with much instruction. If they learned to read and write, it was something of a marvel, but they certainly knew their catechism. Jean-Marie would spend most of his time helping about his father’s land, driving the cattle and the pigs to pasture, leading the sheep, going to market with the ox-waggon, and becoming astute in barter and rich in wisdom. He took the abundant corn from their rich lands to be ground in Lourdes by a miller named Soubirous— rather a slack and undependable but amiable person and one in need of help for the sake of his wife and children. The eldest child, Bernadette, was an asthmatic little thing, needing care and getting little of it.
Friend, Go Up Higher
Authors: Delany Bernard 
Published: July 2007

The thirteenth century was without a doubt the golden age in the history of the Order of Friars-Preachers. Great men in the Order were so numerous that you could not possibly tick them off on your fingers as you might the eminent names in any other sphere or age. You might just as well try to sort out the leaves that strew the brooks of Vallombrosa, or count the waves in the sea or the stars in the sky. Perhaps that is why so many great names are so little remembered. Memory breaks down under its burden. The thickly-clustered constellation creates one luminous blaze and the single stars are lost in the glare.Perhaps you have never heard of John of Vercelli precisely because his brilliance has been—no, not eclipsed, but absorbed in the steady glow of his shining contemporaries. Who, then, you may well ask, was this Dominican star?The Blessed Father John of Vercelli was the sixth Master General of the Order. Both time and place of his birth are doubtful, and, indeed, very little is known of his early years. But we know that he died at Montpellier in 1283, and we gather, therefore, that, even if he ever set eyes on St. Dominic, it must have been unreflecting baby eyes or the solemn eyes of very eariy boyhood. Anyhow, if he had never met St. Dominic in person, he early came under the spell of Dominic’s sons, and was caught up in the stupendous movement Dominic had started. We know for certain that, before he became a Friar, John taught Canon Law in the University of Paris. Now, no man at any university in the Middle Ages could by any possibility help seeing and hearing Friars-Preachers.
The French Catholic Counter-Attack
Authors: Gwynn Denis 
Published: July 2007

In an article in Blackfriars some months back, describing the circumstances that led up to the condemnation of the Action Frangaise by Cardinal Andrieu, which has since been followed by a formal promulgation by the Pope of the condemnation of the Action Frangaise which was decided upon early in 1914, I quoted the opinion of certain French Catholics who believed that the condemnation would, after a difficult tussle, result in a great strengthening of the Catholic forces in the country. Subsequent developments have, I believe, very considerably confirmed that view. With one exception there has been no apparent breach in the solidarity of the French hierarchys approval of Cardinal Andrieus action. And since the Pope has formally taken up the matter, and especially in view of the open defiance of the Holy See by the Action F rangaise leaders and their newspaper, it would be absurd to suggest that even the Bishop of Montaubanwho at most only expressed his opinion that the first moves in the condemnation were no more than a serious warning against its tendencieshas any mental reservations whatever on the matter.Needless to say, there has been a great commotion over the condemnation. Some, prominent Catholics have even gone so far as to express openly their conviction that the Pope has been misled by pro-German influences, notwithstanding the fact that the recent condemnation does little more than promulgate a condemnation which was already confirmed by Pope Pius X and Pope Benedict XV more than ten years ago.
Rubaiyat
Authors: Rice Cyprian 
Published: July 2007

A Loaf of bread, a cup of wineand Thou Before us, where the Priest stands for Thee now, Thy hand shall take our gifts, Thy voice shall bless, And one low mass were paradise enow!This morn some angel muezzin called from far: Come! for the radiance of the Morning Star Hath lit the altar stone, and thou shouldst be Girt in His Presence, where His courtiers are.The earthly hope men set their hearts upon Turns ashesor it prospers, and anon,Like snow upon the deserts dusty face,Lighting a little hour or two, is gone But this sky-born desire that fires thy clay Dawns from a clime out-topping night and day, And though the symbols too, like snow, depart, The everlasting Spirit comes to stay.Bring then the Cup wherein that Blood was poured, Which Mary ministered and then adored;Thou seest but a wafer and small wine:Take courage, tis a God that sets the board.And that high Love that died in penury,To rise again with wealth for thee and me,Shall teach thee how, from een such scanty fare, Love makes a banquet where all joys run free.Cyprian Rice, O.P,
The Chinese Puzzle
Authors: Jarrett Bede 
Published: July 2007

It is a little difficult for the ordinary person who has merely the press to guide him to see his way into the confusion of China and to understand what the trouble is about.But it is not really so difficult if the reader of the newspapers has certain facts well in view. He had better leave alone most of the names; the Changs and Chiangs will only make the muddle greater to him. There is really no need at the beginning for him to trouble himself with these. First, however, let him take as the simplest idea that the awakening sense of nationality is the dominant feature of the situation. Let him look on the South or the Cantonese as being mainly interested in this. The sense of nationality has reached the Chinese chiefly through the Western insistence on it. They have learnt this from us. The way in which it expresses itself may be happy or unhappy, may be right or wrong; but we must realise what is the power and the force of this before we can grasp what has happened in China, and what has to be done.Awakening, then, to a sense of nationality, the China of to-day sees itself differently treated from other nations. It is the obvious exception to the rest. On its soil foreigners are encamped in a way that does not happen elsewhere. This hurts their pride or their self-consciousness. Now, self-conscious nationality is always bellicose, like a young man who feels his own strength. Rodin’s Bronze Age shows you the awakening of man to his manhood and its power. He stretches his arms out to their fullest, because he is now awake.
Reality
Authors: Jarrett Bede 
Published: July 2007

The world of Canon Streeter is a very different world from that of William Clissold; for one thing, it seems to be based on fuller scientific knowledge, and to have been discovered by a more acute mind. William Clissold, like so many of his family, was born a little too long ago to be worth listening to when he babbles about science; had he been a specialist and kept up with the literature of his stuff, he would have been all very well. But he was too busy with his business to be a specialist. Moreover, he never had a first-class mind. His power of observation is admirable; his power of description is also equally felicitous. He had the makings of a great man.He had one drawback. He suffered from an inferiority complex. Witness how he talks of ‘Mr. G.’ He has that unhappy mind that disdains what it cannot equal or cannot understand. Disdain ‘is probably the wrong word. He does not disdain it. He pulls snooks at it. He cannot abide anyone who is finer than himself. He and his family are clever at their little personal descriptions; they are clever, but with the cleverness of a gutter-snipe. He has the naughty gifts of the cockney, only he lacks the cockney’s heart.Compared with his world, Canon Streeter’s world may well be called Reality; it is real in the sense that it seems to correspond with facts. Moreover, Canon Streeter has a very keen, incisive and subtle mind. There is a touch of Newman about him, as a Catholic theological expert has pointed out: he has that almost uncanny gift of analysis which Newman reveals.