Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
June 11: St. Barnabas, Apostle
Rite I: Grant, O God, that we may follow the example of thy faithful servant Barnabas, who, seeking not his own renown but the well-being of thy Church, gave generously of his life and substance for the relief of the poor and the spread of the Gospel; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
Rite II: Grant, O God, that we may follow the example of your faithful servant Barnabas, who, seeking not his own renown but the well-being of your Church, gave generously of his life and substance for the relief of the poor and the spread of the Gospel; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
Portrait of future king of Belgium, Leopold III, when Duke of Brabant, by Nicaise de Keyser (1853).
(Harold Piffard, Joan of Arc)
… Audrey Horne?
The Foundations - Build Me Up Buttercup
The whole thing is perfection, but 2:19…is my favorite part! ❤.
Klemens Wenzel Nepomuk Lothar Fürst von Metternich-Winneburg zu Beilstein - Thomas Lawrence
Enemy-occupied territory—-that is what this world is. Christianity is the story of how the rightful king has landed, you might say landed in disguise, and is calling us to take part in a great campaign of sabotage.
--C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
Silk green gown and red taffeta gown
Religion, morality, legislation, economy, politics, administration, everything seems to have become common property, accessible to all. People think that they know everything; experience does not count for the presumptuous man; faith means nothing to him; he substitutes for it a so-called personal conviction and feels himself dispensed form any examination or course of study in order to arrive at this conviction, for these means seem too lowly to a mind which thinks itself powerful enough to take in at a glance a general review of problems and facts.
Laws are of no value in his eyes because he did not help to make them and because it would be beneath the dignity of a man of his caliber to recognize the milestones traced by brutish and ignorant generations before him. Authority resides in himself; why should he subject himself to what is only of use to a man deprived of intelligence and knowledge? What had formerly, in his view, been sufficient at a tender age non loner suits a man who has reached the age of reason and maturity, that degree of universal perfection which the German innovators designate by the idea, absurd by its very nature, of the emancipation of the peoples? Morality alone is not openly attacked, for without it he would not be sure of his own existence for a single moment; but he interprets in according to his own fancy and allows everybody else to do the same thing, provided that the other man neither kills nor robs him.
--Prince Klemens Wenzel von Metternich. Memoirs of Prince Metternich. (HT Gornahoor)
When the King Enjoys His Own Again. A popular Royalist ballad from the time of the English Civil War, written by Martin Parker in 1642.
Performed by the John Potter and the Broadside Band.
When the King Enjoys His Own Again
What Booker doth prognosticate, concerning kings or kingdoms state,
I think myself to be as wise, as some that gazeth in the skyes:
My skill goes beyond the depth of a pond, or rivers in the greatest rain,
Whereby I can tell, all things will be well, when the King enjoys his own again.
There’s neither swallow, dove nor dade, can soar more high, or deeper wade;
Nor shew a reason from the stars, what causeth peace or civil wars:
The man in the moon may wear out his shoo’n by running after Charles his wain,
But all’s to no end, for the times will not mend till the King, &tc.
Full forty years this royal crown hath been his fathers and his own;
And is there any one but he, that in the same should sharers be?
For who better may the scepter sway than he that hath such right to reign?
Then let’s hope for a peace, for the wars will not cease, till the King, &tc.
Though for a time we see White-Hall with cobweb-hangings on the wall,
Instead of gold and silver brave, which formerly ‘twas wont to have,
With rich perfume in every room, delightful that princely train,
Which again shall be, when the time you see, that the King &tc.
Did Walker no predictions lack in Hammonds bloody almanack?
Foretelling things that would ensue, that all proves right, if lies be true:
But why should not he the pillory foresee, wherein poor Toby once was tane?
And also foreknow, to the gallows he must go, when the King &tc.
Then avaunt upon thy hill, my hope shall cast his anchor still,
Until I see some peaceful dove bring home the branch I dearly love:
Then will I wait for the waters to abate, which now disturb my troubled brain
Else never rejoyce till I hear the voice, that the King &tc.