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Cobbett
Authors: Clayton Joseph 
Published: July 2007

I saw great Cobbett riding The horseman of the shires ;And his face was red with judgment And a light of Luddite fires . . .G. K. Chesterton.Neither the Luddite fires kindled by starving operatives nor the fires that blazed in southern England twenty years later were of Cobbett’s making. He understood the provocation and cried aloud against the wickedness that drove the English labourer to violence ; but always was Cobbett for constitutional reform. Were his writings inflammatory? His enemies said so; and Cobbett, for his part, hoped and believed they ‘really were inflammatory; for they inflamed the people against the corruption, bribery, fraud, and perjury, which had been the great cause of all their miseries.’But no revolutionary was William Cobbett. Always he took his stand on the old things, which he loved, and railed fiercely against the new, which he detested. Never till his death could he be persuaded to turn republican, though no man assailed more sharply the occupant of the throne. It was enough for Cobbett that monarchy belonged to the old England of the ages of faith. The Commonwealth, with its prohibition of mince pies, its puritanism and its cant of ‘godliness,’ was the only republic England had known, and to Cobbett the reign of Cromwell was a nightmare.‘I knew my countrymen well,’ Cobbett wrote; and his boast was justified. He knew them well. His very prejudices were theirs. He is as English as Dickens m his hatred of charity schools and all that pertained to the new commerce.
Lord Balfour and Palestine
Authors: Ginns Reginald 
Published: July 2007

It was a cruel fate that drove Lord Balfour from the well-guarded security of the Holy Land, where the public expression of popular opinion has long been smothered by means of armoured cars and effective military supervision, to the freer atmosphere of Syria where he had such a rude awakening from his idealistic dreams. If we know anything of the sentiment of our continental neighbours with regard to the Zionist experiment (as it is euphemistically called) now being carried on in Palestine under the armed protection of the British Government, we can imagine how Europe must have rocked with laughter at the sight of that philosophical statesman flying for dear life from Damascus and the wrath of the Arabs. We cannot resist the temptation to remark that he missed a great opportunity. If only he had had the presence of mind to be let down from the walls of Damascus in a basket! But after all there is something of a parable in the fact that Paul, the friend of the Gentiles, escaped from his Jewish enemies in a basket, while Balfour, the friend of the Jews, escaped in a motor. Saint Paul fled from the Jews and took refuge in Arabia; but Lord Balfour would find the whole country of the Arabs too narrow after his recent experience of Arab opinion in Damascus.Such a ludicrous ending to his pilgrimage has changed indignation into pity, not unmingled with amusement. For a week we read patiently of his triumphal progress through the Jewish settlements as he was shepherded from one to the other, and listened with resignation to the much-repeated assertion that the supposed antagonism of Jews and Arabs was a myth; then came the anti-climax of'his exodus from Damascus, which gave the lie to this assertion once and for all.
S.T. Thomas and The Teaching of Christ
Authors: M'Nabb Vincent 
Published: July 2007

More and more are the students of St. Thomas coming to realise his deep insight, and indeed foresight, into modern biblical problems. A striking example of this insight is to be found in his treatise on the Incarnation. We make no apologies for reproducing the bulk of the article [3a Qu. 42, Art. 4.]It was fitting that Christ should not commit his doctrine to writing.First, on account of his dignity; for the more excellent the teacher, the more excellent should be his manner of teaching. Consequently it was fitting that Christ, as the most excellent of teachers, should adopt that manner of teaching whereby his doctrine is imprinted on the hearts of his hearers. . . . For writings are ordained, as to an end, unto the imprinting of doctrine on the hearts of the hearers.Secondly, on account of the excellence of Christ’s doctrine, which cannot be expressed in writing [quae litteris comprehendi non potest]. ... If Christ had committed his doctrine to writing men would have had no deeper thought of his doctrine than that which appears on the surface of the writing.Thirdly, that his doctrine might reach all in an orderly manner; Himself teaching his disciples immediately, and they subsequently teaching others by preaching and writing ; whereas if He himself had written, his doctrine would have reached all immediately.(Ad. 3m-). Those who were unwilling to believe what the apostles wrote of Christ would have refused to believe the writings of Christ, whom they deemed to work miracles by the magic artEvery word in this wise, scholarly article deserves thought.St. Thomas distinguishes between a book written immediately by God and a book written immediately by men under the inspiration of God. This obvious distinction, which even the most unlettered
Mediaeval Roads
Authors: Maycock A.L. 
Published: July 2007

It is a commonplace that, prior to the nineteenth century, communication between one part of Europe and another was never so safe or so rapid as under the Roman Empire. The Roman roads were the cement of the ‘pax Romana,’ and the ‘pax Romana,’ as has been well said, is an ideal which the modern world has not yet been able to realise.As far as the problems of communication are concerned, the invention of the steam and internal combustion engines establishes an absolutely rigid gulf between the modern age and all previous ages. Before the nineteenth century mechanical transport was unknown, and Napoleon could command no greater facilities than Julius Caesar.Any consideration, therefore, of the relative efficiency with which the past ages dealt with these questions must stop at the nineteenth century. From then onwards the whole nature of the problem is revolutionised, and resources become available, whose potentialities we have, as yet, hardly begun to realise. Whether they are capable, in concert with other agencies, of giving some kind of unity to a world from which social, moral and political unity have entirely vanished, is a question which the future alone can decide.It has been suggested, with very probable truth, that the Romans derived many of their ideas of practical statesmanship from their contact with the Persian Empire ; and it is well known that the Persians were magnificent road-makers. For our purpose it is sufficient to note that, under the Roman dominion, the first serious attempt was made to unite Europe, and that as the Imperial frontiers were pushed outward, the continent was gradually covered by a network of splendid roads, many of which are in use at the present day.
Europa Aeterna
Authors: Childe Wilfred 
Published: July 2007

The grass grows in the cobbled Minster-square, And mignonette blooms on the window-sills Of gabled quiet houses ; noonday stills The sunshot silence, holy as a prayer Breathed by some soul untainted of the world; The perfume of the green flowers like a dream Steals through the sweet noon in a subtle stream; The greyness of the Minster shines sun-pearled. Beneath a carving of the ivory-bearded And golden-crowned three Magi of Cologne A white cat sleeps extended in the sun :The manuscript of the blue day is worded With strict Seraphic text; the Eternal Throne Stands as it stood ere Time was first begun.Wilfred Childe.
An Apologia for Oberon
Authors: Parker Evelyn M. 
Published: July 2007

It is a depressing thing that there should be so few people who really appreciate fairy stories, and still fewer who allow themselves to believe them. In fact, there is even got to be a certain theory that not to believe them is a sign of intellectual enlightenment and freedom from superstition; than which nothing could be more false. It would be very much nearer the truth to say that it is a sign of intellectual darkness to reject the Daoine Shee, and a notable token of superstition to deny the royalty of Huon, once of Bordeaux and later of Fairyland.We would not assert, indeed, that it is necessary to have for the world of elves the same certainty of belief that one has for the truths of religion; nor need one be able to dogmatise as positively about the motives of Titania as one is able to about those of Attila the Great, Anthemius, Heraclian, or any other historical characters of whom we know even less than we do of Titania. But there is no valid argument against the existence of fairies and fairyland which would not be equally valid against the existence of Kamschatka, in which, nevertheless, we most firmly believe. In fact, if we return to the days of the innocence of nations, before their characters had been vitiated, and their intellects depraved, by the horrors of education, we should find that, whereas it was exceedingly difficult to convince them of the existence of Kamschatka, it would have been even harder to convince them that there were no fairies.
At the Academy
Authors: Gillow Stephen R. 
Published: July 2007

Algernon : Half-a-minute, Charlie, I must get a catalogue. We must do the thing properly.I always look on a visit to the Academy as a kind of sacred rite, with its own rubrics and ceremonies. Here we are.Charles : As a what? Oh, yes, of course. A bit out of my depth, though. Very solemn, isn’t it? But why do you want a catalogue?Algernon {frowning slightly): Don’t talk so loud. You never know who’s here. We want a catalogue to know the name of the pictures and who did them. They’re all numbered, you know. Besides, people are talking about some of the pictures, and we ought to know all about them.Charles : Bit stuffy in here? Reminds me of Madame Tussaud’s. Lots of figures standing about looking serious. All got catalogues, too. I say. What about putting that one in your pocket and trying to find out what the pictures are about without it? Goodfun. Then we can check them after and see how many winners we’ve got. No? But look here. We’re not supposed to like what other folk like, are we? Not bound to, I mean. I know I shan’t. Where’s that picture of Stexe, and the Weighing Room at Hurst Park?Algernon {whispering): Don’t talk so much. People don’t like it. This is a serious occasion. This is Art, not Amusement. Can’t you see how intent everybody is?Charles:: Rather. Like a funeral. I say. Do look at that girl with the old chap with a pencil and notebook. Doesn’t she look bored? Poor kid.
On Praise
Authors: Pilgrim The 
Published: July 2007

From the chapel of Our Lady of the Pines the young man came to the evening sea. The quiet refrain his companions had been chanting for Her in whose honour the pines for ever swayed their graceful heads still haunted his ears. Quibus Te laudibus efferam nescio, they had sung, making solemn plaint that before the Queen’s beauty all human praise of words seemed vain. And for the first time this ancient familiar phrase came as a revelation to his mind.Looking on the dying sun as it loosed its crimson mantle along the line of sea, as if about to doff its daily raiment for the night, the young man thought on the sweet folly of praise. What is worthy of all praise, he pondered, like the beauty of God and the things God has made, is greater than all praise, nor can the praise of men be ever enough. Quia major omni laude, nec laudare sufficit, sang the Sequence of the Body of Christ. But this folly of praise was the sweet foolishness of wisdom, akin to the folly of the Cross, the audacity of love. To praise God, even to praise this sunset splendour, was an adventure in word and spirit, quantum foies, tantum aude, but an adventure prompted by love that feared not to stake its little all on the hazard of speech and thought. And for those with eyes to see and minds to know who set out bravely on the golden venture of praise there would always be reward, even if the Father smiled at their childlike prattlings.But if words and thought were weak, there remained always the praise of silence that fled the bounds of speech, the tricks of reason.
Exported Industrialism and its Fruits
Authors: Ginns Reginald 
Published: July 2007

The growing revolt against British supremacy, political and commercial, among oriental peoples from Egypt to China is causing grave disquietude and anxiety to many people in this country while it rejoices our enemies. .To some of us, however, things are not so black as they seem, notwithstanding the fact that a certain knowledge of the East makes us fully conscious of the grave implications of this revolt. We believe that there is a silver lining e£en to this dark cloud; unless we are greatly mistaken, England is going to gain much more than certain citizens of England (by no means all Englishmen) are going to lose on account of this movement in Egypt, India and China. England stands to win by the success of this movement. Let us not be fooled by the outcry against the supposed Bolshevist instigators of the revolt: it is only injuring our own interests. The Bolshevists are delighted to see themselves saddled with the blame and thus thrown into the arms of these people who consider themselves oppressed. But the revolt is not due to Bolshevist inspiration : it is far too noble in its principles for that, as we shall try to show. It is an endeavour on the part of these oriental peoples to prevent their own civilisation from being swamped by Western civilisation at its worst, namely, commercial industrialism.The endless wail of the daily press that the Chinese riots are centred in a boycott of British manufactures fails to depress us: but it is symbolic of what lies behind the movement since England is the author of the industrial system.
Hodrace Walpole and Straweffy Hill
Authors: Bracey Robert 
Published: July 2007

It is a common-place that, thanks to Boswell, we know Dr. Johnson more intimately than any other Englishman who has ever lived. It is just as true that, thanks to himself and his wonderful gift for letterwriting, we know Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford, almost as well. Moreover, beneath all Walpole’s affectation, his assumed cynicism, his mask of cold indifference, his anxiety never to be thought serious or in earnest, those who have read with understanding his Letters have found a heart as tender as that of the Sage of Fleet Street whom he always so frankly detested, and have recognized in him a like devoted love of country, a similar filial piety, the same wish to help the poor and the outcast, and an equally passionate devotion to those who showed that they cared for him. In the light of our fuller knowledge to-day, Macaulay’s harsh and bitter judgment on Walpole would be wholeheartedly endorsed by very few.Walpole’s pseudo-Gothic castle of Strawberry Hill, Twickenham, was one of the show-places of the eighteenth century. No foreigner of distinction came to these shores without visiting it. From the Royal Family downwards, every member of English society had been received there. The art centres of Europe had been ransacked to provide its treasures. The productions of its printing-press were eagerly sought after. Contemporary literature is full of allusions to it. It has been admired or laughed at by each subsequent generation. Stripped of its collections these eighty years and more, it still stands lovingly tended and carefully restored by its successive possessors, asquaint, as odd, as grotesque as ever, but mellowed and softened by time.
The Question of the Pacific: A Letter from the American Fleet
Authors: McCullagh Francis 
Published: July 2007

In the harbour of Honolulu, aboard theAmerican Battleship ‘Pennsylvania,’ en route to Australia.June 30.History has a slovenly way of beginning a new question before she has cleared up half-a-dozen old ones. Here we are with the Russian problem as great a problem as ever, and with no definite settlement of the Franco-German difficulties arrived at, yet, lo and behold, there is an inexplicable turmoil in China, and the cruise of the American Fleet to Australia and New Zealand reminds us that there is a Pacific question.‘Yes,’ says the Labourite, ‘there is a Pacific question solely because Washington will not let sleeping dogs lie, but must needs arouse them by letting off her big guns all around the Hawaiian Islands. America has created the Pacific question about which you speak.’Alas, that question existed before the joint manoeuvres began; and to blame America for holding these manoeuvres would lead, logically, to the prohibition of manoeuvres anywhere. America has as much right to hold naval manoeuvres among her own Hawaiian islands as Great Britain has to hold naval manoeuvres off Minorca, which she did some years ago. Moreover, war would not cease if America withdrew from the Pacific altogether and left Honolulu defenceless. Such a scuttle would make war inevitable within a few years unless Washington refused to regard as an unfriendly act the seizure of the Philippines and the Hawaiian islands by Japan. It takes two to make peace, as well as to make a quarrel.
Dominic O Dante
Authors: Gaffney Henry M. 
Published: July 2007

In the Light of the ChroniclesIn the popular mind Poetry is synonymous with anything but exact and definite truth. ‘People,’ says Thomas MacDonagh, ‘simply refuse to take words in Poetry at their face value.’ And when we find that Dante, in his great poem the Divina Corn-media, has painted for St. Dominic a character almost mythically splendid, one cannot wonder that the picture is often considered with a little incredulity, until the perfection of the original has been gauged by the standards at one’s disposal—that is, principally, by the Chronicles of St. Dominic’s life. Measured by these standards, however, Dante’s picture of the Saint does not lose any of that brightness with which it has been painted by the Poet; on the contrary, one finds that he has limned it with such exquisite fidelity that one is inclined to postulate for him a connection with the Order even closer than that claimed for him by his Dominican admirers. Dante’s appreciation of Dominic is to be found chiefly in Canto XII of the Paradiso, where he naturally begins by describing the birthplace, the coming and the infancy of the Saint, whose soul was’ So repleteWith lively virtue, that when first Created, even in the mother’s womb,It prophesied.’‘Do we not feel,’ says Mother Francis Raphael Drane, ‘that someone greater than the herd of common men is drawing near us, when the Great Poet prepares us for his coming with these few low tones of sweetest harmony which he draws from his lyre when he speaks of the founder of the Friars Preachers’? And Dante, continuing, says
Richard Lasels and His ‘Voyage of Italy’
Authors: Eden Helen Paary 
Published: July 2007

Having been all my life a great lover of Italy, I have to while away the time when I am not actually in ‘the land of lands’ by reading books about it. I prefer the books old, because they are usually better written; and I like genuine memoirs packed with things seen rather than novels garnished with travel-pictures. This is not to say that I cannot relish Hans Andersen’s Improvisatore or Hawthorne’s Marble Faun; but I own that their F alstaffian ratio of sack to bread makes them unsatisfactory fare for a reader of my sober tastes. The Italian portions of Evelyn’s Diary used to stand me in good stead; but Evelyn, although I shall never wholly abandon him, is now relegated to a remoter shelf. I have discovered Richard Lassels.Richard Lassels, author of The Voyage of Italy, was a Catholic priest. He was born (perhaps) in sixteen hundred and three, and he died (undoubtedly) in sixteen sixty-eight. In the interval he mostly travelled —in the capacity of tutor to young noblemen and by preference in Italy. He came (says Antony k Wood) ‘of genteel parents,’ Catholics and loyalists. His kinsman, Henry Lassels, was that devoted Cavalier, Colonel Lane’s Cornet, who rode with King Charles the Second from Bentley to Trent after the battle of Worcester. Charles was disguised as Mistress Lane’s tenant’s son; and Henry Lassels, among other good offices, gave up his own bed at Cirencester and slept on the truckle-bed designed for the King. His kinsman, the priest, would have done the same; for he was a steadfast champion of his own convictions, popular or unpopular, though a model of good temper and fair dealing where those of others were concerned.
Sonnet
Authors: Standing Mortimer 
Published: July 2007

With joyous wonder have I seen the sun Upraise his golden disc above the sea,What time the night’s long shadows, scatt’ring, run Before the splendour of his majesty;And with sweet solace have I seen the moon Rising serenely through the conscious air—A joy to weary travellers, and a boon To wakeful watchers in the house of care.Yet not to these, ah ! not to these I turn When love and awe and wonder stir me most;But unto Thee, Whom eyes of Faith discern Above the altar raised, O Sacred Host!Thou art the Moon and Sun of my delight,Thou makest Day, and comfortest the Night.Mortimer Standing.
Aedes Mariana
Authors: Childe Wilfred 
Published: July 2007

How many churches hast thou, Mother and Queen ! Shrine after shrine like lilies star the lands,Where from the coolness of thy praying hands Beauty with all things shining and serene Gladdens the race whose one immaculate flower Virgin, thou art—that first, which pilgrims know, Traced by the Pope’s staff in the August snow, And thy Siena’s black and silver tower,And Beverley’s Gothic maternity,And that white temple, roofed with starry flame, Which learned Pius, fond with thoughts of home, Built at Pienza, when the pontifical name Descended from the High Priest’s seat in Rome Upon the town of his nativity.Wilfred Childe.
The Compromise of Divorce
Authors: Burke Ulic 
Published: July 2007

The periodical recurrence of organized movements intended to effect a change in the legal position in regard to divorce in this country, apart from its positive effect in stimulating resistance, has a reflective interest for Catholics. The movements themselves indicate a state of mind in those taking part in them, but they also throw a very interesting light on the social mentality in which they function, and against which they attempt a reaction. It would be a pity if our absorption in the conflict itself should lead us to overlook something of this background against which it is staged. For the major significance of each successive attempt to weaken the basis of our Christian morality is the fact that it is a reaction, attempted by the advocates of change, and originating with them, and is not the expression of any wider movement of thought or conduct among the people.The question of divorce is only one phase of a conflict in which the issue is now joined over a wide area. If it should be true that the demand for easier divorce, and for the extension of facilities for divorce, is really only a phenomenon which draws attention to a widespread moral collapse that is already effected, then the Catholic Church in its effort for the conversion of England is working against the tide. But if, on the other hand, this demand is artificial, if it is not a tendency, if it is not a straw floating gently on the surface under the propulsion of some swift undercurrent, but merely the illusion of movement which a fitful gust will create on still, deep water, then the Church is working under conditions in which success may well be startling not only in its coming but also in its extent.