The Commonplace Book of Christian Clay Columba Campbell
Author: Christian Clay Columba Campbell
Christian Clay Columba Campbell is a Roman Catholic of the Anglican Use. As Senior Warden of the Cathedral of the Incarnation (Orlando, FL), he organised the process by which the parish accepted the Apostolic Constitution Anglicanorum coetibus, petitioning to join the Catholic Church. The Anglican Cathedral is now the Church of the Incarnation in the Personal Ordinariate of the Chair of St. Peter.
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The UPS man just delivered one of two seersucker suits I had recently ordered from Jos. A. Bank. Incidentally, the word seersucker appears to come from two Persian words meaning “milk and sugar.” The two-button jacket is 38 Regular; the sleeves are the perfect length. The pleated trousers seem to be 32″ around the waist (which is dead-on) and were finished with cuffs using my outer seam measurement of 39 1/2″. I am already matching bow-ties!
In other sartorial news, Alexis Malcolm emailed today to let me know that she had received eight yards of Black Watch tartan cloth from the mill in Scotland and that she will be constructing my next kilt this week. I can hardly wait!
I love hurricanes (incidentally, the word is correctly pronounced “hur’-ǝ-kin”). The last few years, despite official predictions of many storms making landfall, there have been very few interesting (i.e. impactful in my environs) storms, and none so far this year.
But Tropical Depression Nine is looking good. The computer models have it coming over the Florida peninsula pretty much from south to north.
Interestingly enough, if things stay on track, the storm could wreak havoc with the Republican National Convention to be held in Tampa next week. What was that thing that Pat Robertson said about God visiting natural disasters on impenitent sinners? Perhaps the GOP has something — or Some One — else about which to worry than the Presidential campaign? If the storm does become a hurricane, it’s name will be Isaac. How biblical!
Every time Gregorio Allegri’s Miserere mei, Deus is mentioned, there is an obligatory reference made to the supposed “fact” that transcribing or copying the work was forbidden under penalty of excommunication (supposedly adding to its allure and mystery). Is this just a pious story or can someone produce documentation?
My people hath been lost sheep: their shepherds have caused them to go astray, they have turned them away on the mountains: they have gone from mountain to hill, they have forgotten their restingplace.
Oh how does this well encapsulate the state of Holy Church since the Second Vatican Ecumenical Council!
Executive Department, Richmond, Va., April 15, 1861. Hon. Simon Cameron, Secretary of War: Sir: I have received your telegram of the 15th, the genuineness of which I doubted. Since that time I have received your communications mailed the same day, in which I am requested to detach from the militia of the State of Virginia “the quota assigned in a table,” which you append, “to serve as infantry or rifleman for the period of three months, unless sooner discharged.” In reply to this communication, I have only to say that the militia of Virginia will not be furnished to the powers at Washington for any such use or purpose as they have in view. Your object is to subjugate the Southern States, and a requisition made upon me for such an object – an object, in my judgment, not within the purview of the Constitution or the act of 1795 – will not be complied with. You have chosen to inaugurate civil war, and, having done so, we will meet it in a spirit as determined as the administration has exhibited toward the South.
Captain, my religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time for my death. I do not concern myself about that, but to be always ready, no matter when it may overtake me. Captain, that is the way all men should live, and then all would be equally brave. General Thomas Jonathan Jackson.
Dixit Jesus discipulis suis: Data est mihi omnis potestas in cælo, et in terra: Euntes ergo docete omnes gentes, baptizantes eos in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti: docentes eos servare omnia quæcumque mandavi vobis. Et ecce ego vobiscum sum omnibus diebus, usque ad consummationem sæculi.
What men create schisms and heresies? They are the intelligent men who are curious, critical, full of their own talents, motivated by a fierce and pharisaic zeal for reform, disdainful, unruly, and overbearing: they may possess right habits, a stern and haughty courage, a bitter zeal against abuses, a relentless dedication to study and discipline; but you will not find in them neither gentleness, nor understanding for neighbor, nor patience, nor humility, nor true prayer.
The forbearing use of power does not only form a touchstone, but the manner in which an individual enjoys certain advantages over others is a test of a true gentleman.
The power which the strong have over the weak, the employer over the employed, the educated over the unlettered, the experienced over the confiding, even the clever over the silly — the forbearing or inoffensive use of all this power or authority, or a total abstinence from it when the case admits it, will show the gentleman in a plain light.
The gentleman does not needlessly and unnecessarily remind an offender of a wrong he may have committed against him. He cannot only forgive, he can forget; and he strives for that nobleness of self and mildness of character which impart sufficient strength to let the past be but the past. A true man of honor feels humbled himself when he cannot help humbling others.
Once a rustic, seeing a wolf run about in proximity to the palace, killed it; not knowing that it was the tame creature of the king; and he brought the dead beast to the king, expecting a reward. Then the prince in anger ordered the man to be cast into prison and executed. Now when Bridget heard this, her spirit was stirred within her, and mounting her chariot, she drove to the court, to intercede for the life of the poor countryman. And on the way, there came a wolf over the bog racing towards her, and it leaped into the chariot, and allowed her to caress it.
Then, when she reached the palace, she went before the king, with the wolf at her side, and said, “Sire! I have brought thee a better wolf than that thou hast lost, spare therefore the life of the poor man who unwittingly slew thy beast.” Then the king accepted her present with great joy, and ordered the prisoner to be released.
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On my birthday, August 17th, 2012, I had a representation of this story, by Daniel Mitsui, tattooed on my left arm.