Saturday, October 3, 2009

Cranmer's collects

Online from the 1549 Book of Common Prayer, courtesy of William S Peterson. Please, take a look and read a couple of them aloud. That there is what the English language was meant to do. Note how gracefully and easily the tongue and lips move when they pronounce perfectly-composed English. Cranmer may have been a crazed schismatic, but he sure could write.

Almighty God, give us grace that we may cast away the works of darkness, and put upon us the armour of light, now in the time of this mortal life, in which thy Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in great humility; that in the last day, when he shall come again in his glorious majesty to judge both the quick & the dead, we may rise to the life immortal, through him who liveth & reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, now and ever. Amen.


Almighty God, give us grace that we may cast away the works of darkness, and put upon us the armour of light, now in the time of this mortal life, in which thy Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in great humility; that in the last day, when he shall come again in his glorious majesty to judge both the quick & the dead, we may rise to the life immortal, through him who liveth & reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, now and ever. Amen.

B. Franklin on the pleasure of conversation


How unfortunate I was, that I did not press you and Lady Kames more strongly to favour us with your company farther.  How much more agreeable would our journey have been, if we could have enjoyed you as far as York.  We could have beguiled the way, by discoursing of a thousand things, that now we may never have an opportunity of considering together; for conversation warms the mind, enlivens the imagination, and is continually starting fresh game, that is immediately pursued and taken, and which would never have occurred in the duller intercourse of epistolary correspondence.  So that whenever I reflect on the great pleasure and advantage I received from the free communication of sentiment, in the conversations we had at Kames, and in the agreeable little rides to the Tweed side, I shall for ever regret our premature parting.

-- Benjamin Franklin, in a 1760 letter to Henry Home, Lord Kames, in volume 4, pages 3-4, of The Writings of Benjamin Franklin. Edited by Albert Henry Smyth. New York: Macmillan Co., 1905--7.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Seven quick takes

  • Fresh-picked basil atop the pizza sauce and below the rest of the toppings!
  • America's Funniest Home Videos is our guilty teevee pleasure.
  • I tuned my acoustic guitar down a few steps and now it won't stay in tune.
  • I'm working on a texinfo edition of the King James Bible.
  • Irish breakfast tea is stronger and tastier than English breakfast tea.
  • I've rediscovered http://www.universalis.com
  • You can hear the influence of Pete Townsend in this 1969 video from Shocking Blue: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2DBcbZc3ck

Thursday, October 1, 2009

A government program I can get behind


The Afghan oxymoron

"Afghan democracy" is one of those phrases like "jumbo shrimp" or "honest politician" - one term contradicts the other.  The key point from Michael Yon's latest dispatch: "Democracy" does not grow on land where most people don't vote. It's a fool's game to try to establish a democracy in Afghanistan.

Monday, September 21, 2009

An 1892 primer of Ecclesiastical Latin

The Mantrina, at the Internet Archive.  I stumbled upon it while googling fruitlessly for Fr Hunwicke's The English Missal.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

CUA Fathers: Chrysostom's homilies on the Gospel of John

Sidneian Psalms: Psalm 6

Domine, ne in furore.

Lord, lett not mee a worm by thee be shent,
      While thou art in the heate of thy displeasure;
Nor let thy rage of my due punnishment
                  Become the measure.


But mercy, Lord, lett mercy thine descend,
      For I am weake, and in my weaknes languish:
Lord, help, for ev'n my bones their marrow spend
                  With cruel anguish.

Catena aurea: Matthew 21

Butler's Lives: September 17

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Sidneian Psalms: Psalm 5

Verba mea auribus.

Ponder the wordes, O Lord, that I do say,
      Consider what I meditate in me:
      O, harken to my voice which calls on thee,
My king; my God, for I to thee will pray.
      Soe shall my voice clime to thine eares betime:
For unto thee I will my praier send
      With earliest entry of the morning prime,
And will my waiting eies to thee-ward bend.

Catena aurea: Matthew 20

Butler's Lives: September 16