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Vita Nuova
Authors: Baring Maurice 
Published: July 2007

II found the clue I sought not in the night, While wandering in a pathless maze of gloom; The sky was hidden behind shapes of doom; There was no moon, nor any star in sight.My hopes, my dreams and my beliefs were slain; Like corpses on a battlefield they lay;The world was but a graveyard dark with clay; The stiffling cloud denied one drop of rain;When from the giddy marge of the abyss I cried aloud in agony and fear,When suddenly it seemed my single tear Stretched and became a shining bridge to bliss.I stood before a topless gate. Within I guessed the light, I dared not enter in.IIOne day I heard a whisper: ‘Wherefore wait? Why linger in a separated porch?Why nurse the flicker of a severed torch?The fire is there, ablaze beyond the gate.Why tremble, foolish soul? Why hesitate? However faint the knock it will be heard.’I knocked, and swiftly came the answering word, Which bade me enter to my own estate.I found myself in a familiar place;And there my broken soul began to mend;I knew the smile of every long-lost face— They whom I had forgot remembered me;I knelt, I knew—it was too bright to see— The welcome of a King who was my friend.IllMy treasure and my resting-place are found,My mother-land, my immemorial home;Beyond the reefs of treasonable foam,I know the lights are flashing on the sound. Lightning may strike, and hurricane may blow, Whatever shall befall I cannot fear:Whether the hour be faraway or near,That tranquil harbour shines and waits, I know.
Anglo-Catholics and Roman Catholics
Authors: Batiffol Pierre 
Published: July 2007

Are Cent meeting, at which, with a Cardinal presiding, several Anglicans agreed to talk over with Catholics possibilities of reconciliation between the Church of England and the Church of Rome, brought me the great honour of being asked to examine Bishop Gore’s pamphlet, Catholicism and Roman Catholicism, Three Addresses delivered in Grosvenor Chapel in Advent, 1922 (London, Mowbray, 1923). This pamphlet was chosen because it provides a basis for discussion by reason of its clearly defining the position of Anglicanism with regard both to the Church of Rome and Continental Protestantism, and also because it sets out with clearness and moderation the complaints brought against us.An Oxford man, and until recently Bishop of Oxford, but now living in London in order to devote himself exclusively to theology, Dr. Gore has a personality which exercises great attraction in England. In Anglicanism we may distinguish a Right, a Left and a Centre Party; Dr. Gore belongs to the Right by the relative completeness of his dogmatic beliefs, by his ‘Catholicism’ (in the sense in which that term has been widely used in the Church of England since the Oxford movement), but he does not belong to the extreme Right whose taste for Roman practices is well known, and he has not failed on many occasions to say perfectly clearly that the path he is following does not lead to Rome. He says so again in the present moment a man becomes a Christian, he is incorporated into a community, and is under the obligations that such an incorporation involves. A new covenant is established, not between God and individuals, but between God and a visible Church.
Frederic Mistral and the Revival of Provencal
Authors: Wilkinson Maurice 
Published: July 2007

The resurrection of a language and the revival of a whole literature, which took place in the middle of the last century, are among the most curious events in the history of letters. After a sleep of six centuries the dead plant put out leaves, and in the course of twenty years shot up to its full growth. This statement must not be taken too literally. During the six hundred years there were doubtless connectingPutting aside the revival at King Rene’s court, there can be no question but that various forms of the langue cCoc were continuously in use for common speech amongst the people of the South; but as a language, with grammar and fixity of form, Provencal had ceased to exist. Provencal is mysterious throughout : there is no known connecting link between the idiom of the Troubadours and the last semi-classical writers of Southern Gaul.It would seem that at all times the literary form of Provengal differs rather widely from the spoken tongue. A charge of artificiality is sometimes brought against the writers of the revival. Certainly the language of Mistral and others is not identical with the Provencal of the Bouches du Rhone, such as may be heard in the markets or on the quays; but it is no more artificial than the style of an eminent English or French writer, who does not make use of the language and grammar of a London or Paris porter.
Of One Who Died in June
Authors: Dayrell Vivienne 
Published: July 2007

We will not mourn too greatly, lest tears blur The silver vision of a parting sail Bound for New Lands, unfaltering. To hail The passing of God’s sweet Adventurer The bells rang in the harbour and pealed to welcome her.How little of the Best the best among us knows!Our faith, far less than hers, how faint and dim . . . Else would we never grudge a flower to Him Who enters, unawares, our garden-close;. . . For June is for our taking, and He has picked a rose.Vivienne Dayrell.
The Annunciation
Authors: Moore E. Hamilton 
Published: July 2007

This happy wonder, wot ye well,Showeth how the Archangel Gabriel Came where Our Lady sat in bower,This is of maids the first and flower:Ave Maria! ,He meekly her saluteth thus,Benedicta tu in mulieribus,Of whom, immaculate, shall be born Salvatox mundi on Christmas morn :O gratia plena!E . Hamilton Moore
Pope Pius XI—Mountaineer
Authors: Muir Francis R. 
Published: July 2007

What traveller abroad does not know the Central Station at Milan? All the railroads of Europe would seem to lead there. And what a journey back it is to France over the Simplon route—even in its beginnings ! At Arona we come to the first hills rising on the northern limits of the plain of Lombardy. We skirt the shores of Lago Maggiore past Stresa, past Baveno. Isola Bella and her sister isles are sleeping in all their magical loveliness on the blue waters of the lake. There beyond them is Pallanza! At Feriolo we pass from the lake into the Toce valley and into the mountains. At Vogogna we are not a dozen miles from Domodossola and the tunnel beyond. But as we are pilgrims and not tourists we climb down from our train and set out on foot across the valley, that is to say, across a mile and more of the turbulent Toce’s wide-strewn debris to Pie di Mulera. Here the Anza flows in adding its tribute of glacier waters to the main stream. It is up the Val Anzasca we walk the ten miles to Vanzone, where we spend our first night among the Italian Alps.Before dawn on July 29th, 1889, two young Milanese priests who had also spent the night at Van-zone, set off up the same valley on a great adventure. The scene of it rose majestically before their eyes as they approached Prequatero four miles on. It was Monte Rosa—’ a spectacle of incomparable beauty.’ Around us was the fresh green of the meadows and the woods; above us the canopy of heaven, fringed with the most beautiful blue that was ever seen . . . and in front towered the Alpine giant, inviting or defying—I hardly know which—with the immense extent of its snow and ice, with the mighty crown of its ten peaks . . . sparkling and flaming in the rosy rays of the rising sun.
Encyclical Letter
Authors: Pius P.P. 
Published: July 2007

of our Holy Father, by Divine Providence, PopePius XI, on the occasion of the sixth centenary of the canonisation of St. Thomas AquinasTo our venerable Brethren, the Patriarchs, Primates, Archbishops, Bishops, and other Ordinaries in Peace and Communion with the Apostolic See,Pius P.P. XI.Venerable Brethren, Health and the Apostolic Blessing.Only recently in an apostolic letter, following and confirming the statutes of Canon Law, we declared Thomas Aquinas to be the guide of youth who are engaged in the higher ecclesiastical studies. The approaching commemoration of the six hundredth anniversary of St. Thomas’s enrollment among the throng of the saints affords an excellent opportunity of urging and insisting upon the supreme profit to be derived by those who make themselves pupils of so great a Doctor. F or true science and genuine piety are linked together in a wondrous kinship. God is very Truth and supreme Goodness; therefore, when God’s glory is sought in the salvation of souls—and that is the chief and essential function of the Church—it is not enough that the ministers of holy things should be well instructed in necessary knowledge, but that they should also abound in becoming virtues. This marvellous fellowship of doctrine with piety, of learning with virtue, of truth with charity, was singularly preeminent in the Angelic Doctor. He is likened to the sun because he sheds both light and warmth : he pours illumination into the mind and enkindles the flame of virtue in the will.
The Canonisation of St. Thomas
Authors: Editor The 
Published: July 2007

St. Thomas Aquinas died on the 7th of March, 1274. He was canonised on the 18th of July, 1323, and therefore last month we kept the six-hundredth anniversary of this crowning event upon a truly wonderful life. We are happy to be able to present to our readers a translation of the present Holy Father’s Encyclical Letter, in which he extols the life and works of St. Thomas and calls the attention of all Christendom to his unique glory.F aithful Catholics who read the Encyclical will do so reverently and without demur. They take him for granted. For them he is a saint, an intellectual giant of undisputed eminence : he is the Doctor of Doctors, whose writings have received an authoritative sanction that no one without temerity would question. Yet we must in a sense try to disengage ourselves from this inherited tradition if we would appreciate to the full the prodigious importance of the Church’s action in canonising him. We need a real sense of history to understand its real significance.Nearly half-a-century passed between St. Thomas’s death and his canonisation. The delay is significant and a large volume might be written dealing with its underlying causes. It has been said that it is a family failing of the Dominican Order to be indifferent about pressing forward the claims of its members to saintship ; but this corporate bashfulness was not the only cause that retarded St. Thomas’s elevation to the altars of the Church. St. Thomas left behind him an elaborate body of doctrine in many large volumes; and it was those volumes that chiefly caused the delay. Three centuries before St. Thomas’s time, Rabanus Maurus had said (himself having written an Encyclopedia in twenty-one volumes): ‘He alone can escape calumny who writes nothing.’ St. Thomas had written much and had received more than his share of calumny and opposition.
The Anglo-Catholic Congress
Authors: McNabb Vincent 
Published: July 2007

From Tuesday, July ioth, to Friday, July 13th, during a summer heat of unparalleled ferocity, the men and women who look upon themselves as the heirs of the Tractarians held a Congress in the Albert Hall. The things said and done by these successors of Froude, Keble and Newman give food for thought and prayer.(1) The Congress, merely as a social and religious phenomenon, cannot be ignored, and should not be belittled. It is a social and religious fact of no little interest that, during a heat-spell which welted our tropical visitors, one of the largest halls in the world was filled for even the less important meetings of a religious congress.Moreover, this Congress was representative not of a Church, but only of a party within a Church. It was assuredly a religious phenomenon of significance that this section of a section of Christians could brave tropical heat for a religious idea. This is all the more interesting to us Roman Catholics, because, if we may believe our experts in organisation we, the Roman Catholics of England and Wales, might undertake the task of filling the Albert Hall at general, but hardly at the sectional, meetings of any congress. We are therefore glad that The Tablet has set the note of commentary in these wise words of charity :‘Other pens as keen as scalpels will probe the weak places of the Congress; but we prefer to look at its strong points. Surely it is an occasion of thanksgiving that the largest, the most earnest, the most reverent, the most learned party in the Established Church is openly recanting at least ninety per cent, of the traditional protests against Rome’ (The Tablet, 14th July).(2) The significance of this Congress may best be measured by its heredity. It is, what it claims to be, the authentic child of the Oxford Movement. The Congress hand-book recorded that . . . ‘the Saturday
Corsica Boswell
Authors: Robert Bracey F. 
Published: July 2007

In the south aisle of Westminster Abbey is a monument by Flaxman, with a long and sonorous inscription in the manner of the time, to the memory of Pasquale de Paoli, the Garibaldi of the eighteenth century. In Upper Seymour Street, Portman Square, and in South Audley Street, we may see the homes in which General Paoli lived as an honoured exile. And in old St. Pancras Churchyard, the sexton will point out the spot where his remains long rested, until in our own day they were taken back to his beloved Corsica.Our English Catholic forefathers, who heard Mass in the Sardinian and the other Embassy Chapels, must often have looked with interest at this foreigner of singularly noble bearing who shared in their devotions; and no one was more welcome than he at the meetings of the famous Literary Club, presided over by Dr. Johnson. Reynolds, Garrick, Gibbon, Goldsmith, Burke were his admiring friends. George III never signed a warrant for a government pension with greater willingness than that which bore the name of Paoii.As the General walked the quiet London streets, what memories were his ! His early days in his native Corsica, his hatred of the Genoese oppressors of the island, his friendship and his rivalry with the Bonaparte family (some have it he was Napoleon’s godfather at baptism), his exile and military education in Naples, his return to Corsica, his nomination as Dictator and Generalissimo, his terrible struggle first with Genoa, then with France; his wise rule and excellent laws, the birth of a nation his own work; the years of splendid guerilla warfare, the expulsion of the foreigner, the final terrible battle, the cutting his way through the flower of the French troops, the refuge found on a British frigate; the enthusiastic welcome in London, the kindly words of George III.
Adrian Fortescue
Authors: Cowell Edith 
Published: July 2007

Dr. Fortescue was not a born parish priest, but he was a far better one than many people who think they understood him suspect. The work was often against the grain—it offended the extreme reticence which was the key-note of his character—but he never shirked a duty. His visits to the poor and the sick were paid with the most scrupulous regularity, no matter how busy he might be, and he was never known to refuse to see any caller, however inconvenient it might be for him to interrupt his work to receive him. That reticence of his, and his horror of humbug, as well as his impatience with stupidity, and his absolute inability to grasp the difficulties of untrained minds and to make excuses accordingly, often caused temporary misunderstandings between him and his parishioners. There is no harm in saying—because everyone knows it—that he had a quick and very acid wit. Often—but not nearly so often of late years— he wounded the feelings of inoffensive people without, apparently, being able to realise that he was cruel. When he did realise it, he gave himself no peace until he had made amends. He would catch you up on his bicycle in the town, jump off, and without any preliminary good-mornings (he hated ceremony, and would never shake hands): ‘Look here/ he would say,’ let’s be friends. I’ve been a beast to you. When are you coming to tea with me? Come next Monday.’In one way, at least, he was an ideal parish priest. His congregation was (as Dr. Vance said in his funeral oration) the best educated in Europe. He took endless pains to make every person in the parish understand his religion, and appreciate the liturgy. He gave up two hours every Saturday evening to writing, in his exquisite hand, the notice-sheet for the week.
The Catholic Church in Russia To-Day
Authors: McCullagh Francis 
Published: July 2007

This little book is the only one which deals with the present position of the Catholic Church in Russia, and it is a good book, well-written, and filled with valuable information which is not to be found elsewhere.Miss Almedingen is a young Russian lady, a graduate of Petrograd University, and a convert to Catholicism from Orthodoxy. She was received into the Church by the late Mgr, Budkiewicz; and the touching story she tells in Appendix II is probably the story of her own conversion. Otherwise there is an utter absence of the personal note, and perhaps this is just as well; but some day, I hope, the authoress will be persuaded to tell the story of her own life in Russia during the Red Terror: if she does tell it, I can promise the English reader that it will surpass in interest most of the fiction that has been written for years.Miss Almedingen gives a short but very interesting account of the Catholic churches in Petrograd and Moscow, and especially of Mgr. Budkiewicz’s church of St. Catherine on the Nevsky Prospect. St. Catherine’s was built for the Dominicans at the end of the eighteenth century, but afterwards passed into the hands of the Jesuits, who collected in the great library attached to the church (and which still contains a magnificent full-length portrait of the Angelic Doctor) over two hundred thousand books, many of them extremely valuable. When the Jesuits were expelled from Russia, the Tzarist Government confiscated most of the books and transferred them to the great public library on the other side of the Nevsky; die church itself it restored to the Dominicans, but that Order abandoned it—why, I do not know—and for many years past it has been in the hands of Polish secular priests.
Dacians of To-Day
Authors: Christitch E. 
Published: July 2007

A latin country which is not Catholic is an anomaly; but Rumania, proud of her Roman descent, language, and traditions, got her Christianity from Byzantium, and was, together with the rest of Eastern Europe, drawn into the Byzantian schism. The Rumanians trace their origin to Trajan, who transformed this fertile land of Dacia into a Roman colony that maintained its racial distinctiveness from the third century to the present day. Transylvania was the cradle of the race, but through the usual vicissitudes entailed by invading hordes and changing alien domination, Dacia was broken up and had a chequered history like her Slav neighbours, with whom she never merged. The capital of ancient Dacia was Alba Julia, situated in Transylvania, and it was in this historic village instead of in modern Bucarest, actual capital of Rumania, that the Rumanian sovereigns were lately crowned. Thus was accentuated the re-union of the three provinces, Moldavia, Valachia and Transylvania, once more into a single State. The ceremony naturally gave offence to Hungary, who had held Transylvania for centuries, and the Hungarian citizens that dwell in these regions viewed the proceedings with disfavour.Yet Hungary had never been successful in her attempt to Magyarize the persistent Latins who form the majority of the population. King Hermann, who was forced by his nobles to grant the Golden Bull, Hungary’s Magna Charta, took little count of the cowed natives, but invited the Saxons to settle in the land in order to counterpoise the turbulent feudal chiefs.
A Legend of Borgo Sant’Ignoto
Authors: Eden Helen Parry 
Published: July 2007

In the palmy days of the fourteenth century, when Can Grande ruled at Verona, there lay between the Adige and the Brenta a little town called Borgo Sant’ Ignoto. Being mainly Ghibelline in sympathy, it shared in all the triumphs of the conquering Veronesi; and its citizens did considerably more than look on when Can Grande beat the Paduans (who held for the Pope) near Vicenza, and changed the colour of all the neighbouring rivers from jade-green to red.Borgo Sant’ Ignoto, though it was only a little place, waxed quite fat on the spoils; and the monastery of Sant’ Ignoto himself—which, though the principal shrine of the town, was perched on an abrupt little hill just above it—was fairly set ablaze by the candles of the survivors and endowed (it was hoped in perpetuity) by the broad lands of the slain. Moreover, the captains of the people, anxious to prove that they were none the less devout for supporting the Emperor, voted a handsome gift to the Saint who had seen them (after a few prudent tergiversations) safely through on the winning side. This gift took the form of a mighty terrace, quarried out of the solid rock to the right of the shrine and encircled with a parapet of stone. From this vantage point, the ascended pilgrim, either before or after his devotions to Sant’ Ignoto, might survey the full extent of the territory captured by Can Grande and watch—if the peace lasted long enough—the ensanguined rivers of Vicenza resuming their natural green.Now according to the teaching of St. Thomas,” there are three fashions of obtaining wealth which disqualify it for being given as alms—pillage, theft and usury.
The Nativity
Authors: Moore E. Hamilton 
Published: July 2007

High God now brings His word to pass;In a manger laid, ‘twixt the ox and the ass, That blissful Babe is born in byre,While angel hosts this carol quire,In excelsis gloria!Shepherds their flocks by night that fold And “wondering orient kings behold That Lord the Heaven of heavens resigned, Stars in a mother’s eyes to find :Stella matutinalE. Hamilton Moore.
La Bonne Souffrance
Authors: Rope H. E. G. 
Published: July 2007

If there is one truth which comes home to a convert with special force it is this, aut pati aut mori, we must either suffer or perish. Every spiritual writer and every convert must often echo the great truth,‘no cross, no crown.’ Per crucem ad lucem, la bonne souffrance, durch Leiden Freude—"it runs through the tongues of Christendom. Our Blessed Lady thus spoke to St. Bridget ‘To alleviate the first of your troubles. I offer you three subjects of consolation : firstly, the necessity of suffering, imposed upon all who dwell upon earth. Consider that the animals, who, when they die, become extinct, are themselves subject to great sufferings, but your soul will live for ever.’Even the wiser pagans recognised dimly that suffering may be both expiatory and educational—th, iraOrjfiaTa pad t) par a.—that it was to be borne with resignation even when it took the form of human injustice :Owto? K panaris ear avfjp, 3) Topyia, oaris dBiiceiadai irkeiar imararai ftpor&v1 The Revelations of St. Bridget, Bk. I, Ch. xi (Eng-. Transl., 1873, p. 20).Regarding the destiny of animals, Our Blessed Lord said to St. Bridget: ‘For this reason, objects purely spiritual appear to you only in corporal forms; angels and blessed souls under those of living men, and demons under the forms of animals and other creatures; but having only an. appearance of life, for animals become extinct when they die, and even the life of devils is a perpetual death’ (Ibid., Bk. II, Ch. v, p. 69).Menander, quoted in. Aristophanis Comoediae (Paris, Didot, 1860) p. 10, at the end of the volume.