I’ve been reading the articulate and punchy Elinor Dashwood lately. Naturally, I’ve never said anything to her about enjoying her blog, but have waited until I have something to complain about. (So much for that chivalrous and gentlemanly image I’ve been cultivating …) Actually I don’t really have a complaint, just an observation and some [...]

Continue Reading Is Male Headship Defined Doctrine?

There’s nothing like waking up early on a snowy day to attend Mass with one’s family, then afterwards having a nice lunch together, and then, with the baby asleep in her swinging chair beside you, the snow fine and white outside and the sun still high, sitting down to a hot pot of tea and [...]

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And [...]

Continue Reading Clement C. Moore – A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS POEM

Little brook! Little brook! You have such a happy look– Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and curve and crook– And your ripples, one and one, Reach each other’s hands and run Like laughing little children in the sun! Little brook, sing to me: Sing about a bumblebee That tumbled from a lily-bell [...]

Continue Reading JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY – THE BROOK-SONG POEM

The rosy clouds float overhead, The sun is going down, And now the sandman’s gentle tread Comes stealing through the town. “White sand, white sand,” he softly cries, And, as he shakes his hand, Straightway there lies on babies’ eyes His gift of shining sand. Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown, As shuts [...]

Continue Reading Margaret Vandegrift – THE SANDMAN POEM

I am coming, I am coming! Hark! the honey bee is humming; See, the lark is soaring high In the blue and sunny sky, And the gnats are on the wing Wheeling round in airy ring. Listen! New-born lambs are bleating, And the cawing rooks are meeting In the elms–a noisy crowd. All the birds [...]

Continue Reading MARY HOWITT – THE VOICE OF SPRING POEM

Kathy the Carmelite won our little “Name That Theologian” contest some weeks ago, and she would have been followed by Alicia and perhaps a few other well-read ladies. (Do we have educated women at St. Blogs or what?) This one should be a little harder. The excerpt is taken from a book that was moderately [...]

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Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair! It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there. Yet there it was content to bloom, [...]

Continue Reading Jane Taylor – THE VIOLET POEM