Except the Three Sacred Fingers

What Alanus Copus Nicholas Harpsfield and Father Henry Fitzsimons, of Dublin, have related about John Travers, an Irish doctor of sacred theology, who fell in Henry’s or Elizabeth’s time (I have not definitely ascertained which) is worth repeating. This man wrote something against the English heresy, in which he maintained the jurisdiction and authority of the Pope. Being arraigned […]

In the Mansions of Bliss

Lord, have mercy upon us. Christ, have mercy upon us. Lord, have mercy upon us. Christ, hear us. Christ, graciously hear us. Holy Mary, pray for us. Queen of Angels, pray for us. Queen of all Saints, pray for us. St. Columba, greatest of Irish-born Saints, pray for us. St. Columba, most illustrious of Irish […]

Eight Mates and a 19 Pint Bender Which Ends in Tattoos

[T]hey’ve spent years now building a brand that’s in complete opposition to cheap lagers, session drinking and crowds of young men boozing in bars. They’ve worked very hard to help Guinness drinkers picture themselves as twinkly-eyed, Byronic bar-room intellectuals, sitting quietly with a pint and dreaming of poetry and impossibly lovely redheads running barefoot across the peat. […]

That Britain Might Not Totally Be Enveloped in the Dark Shades of Night

Chapter X. magnificauit igitur misericordiam suam nobiscum deus uolens omnes homines saluos fieri et uocans non minus peccatores quam eos qui se putant iustos. qui gratuito munere, supra dicto ut conicimus persecutionis tempore, ne penitus crassa atrae noctis caligine britannia obfuscaretur, clarissimos lampades sanctorum martyrum nobis accendit, quorum nunc corporum sepulturae et passionum loca, si […]

Britannia’s Huns with Their Long Range Guns

Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war ‘Twas better to die ‘neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through While Britannia’s Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew — […]