It seems to me that we cannot avoid reconsidering some aspects of Castration. So I had better put together a post on this for tomorrow or the next day.
This must have something to do with Charles Martyr's son, James, for whom the last castrato to grace the court and "popish" chapel with his delicate feigns and tremolos was engaged. Giovanni Francesco Grossi (AKA Siface) sang Italian arias for the King in his sumptuous and outrageously expensive chapel at Whitehall. I believe it was the last time castrati sang in England...willingly. Considering such an exotic fete, is it any wonder James II failed to re-establish the full Catholic faith in England? It’s a long way from “Remember…”
Father as I have advised you before, Mrs Hunwicke merely has to add bromide to your porridge of a morning & your problem will seem smaller & more tolerable.
I believe one of the learnèd contributors to the great Oxford English Dictionary (who worked from prison, where he was perpetually imprisoned by reason of a murder he had committed while deranged) found the lack of bromide, shall we say, so distressing that he performed a startling self-amputation...
And I can never forget what a Dominican professor once said of Origen: He cut off his balls, and threw them into the crowd!
St Clement of Alexandria records a Christian in his own day who asked whether he might visit the doctor to gain some relief from temptations, but was told that such an operation was impermissible.
With regard to Joshua's dictionary comment, the man concerned was a patient at Broadmoor (a secure mental hospital). There is a diverting story of James Murray (the compiler of the Dictionary) going to visit him under the impression that he was seeing a schoolmaster at Wellington College (a public school in the same village).
You can buy (or listen to an on-line extract from) a digitally re-mastered CD of the last ever castrato singer (obtainable via Amazon). It is horrid! Even worse than an old-style, badly trained, hooting male alto in the days before countertenors were properly trained by people who know what they're doing.
PS - no pun intended in my use of the word "extract".
was for nearly three decades at Lancing College; where he taught Latin and Greek language and literature, was Head of Theology, and Assistant Chaplain. He has served three curacies, been a Parish Priest, and Senior Research Fellow at Pusey House in Oxford. Now incardinated into the Personal Ordinariate of our Lady of Walsingham, he has his base within the Oxford Ordinariate Group. This blog now replaces the Blog Father Hunwicke's Liturgical Notes. Its main purpose is to explore, ad mentem Summi Pontificis, the possibilitiesfor mutual enrichment between three forms of the Roman Rite: the Extraordinary Form, the Ordinary Form, and the Anglican Use. I have been told that my previous blog was disliked because of some the comments on the 'thread'. I take the point. In this blog, all comments will be moderated, and anything which is even implicitly critical of the English Hierarchy or of any member of it, will not be published.
The purpose of this ORDO is to serve the needs of both Anglicans and Roman Catholics. For the former it provides for the recitation of Morning and Evening Prayer and the celebration of Holy Communion in accordance with modern forms authorised or encouraged in the Provinces of Canterbury and York. These forms are selected, arranged, and interpreted in the the spirit of what has become generally customary in Western Christendom since the Second Vatican Council; but notes draw attention to Orthodox insights. It also provides a full Calendar according to the modern Roman Rite, together with explanatory and catechetical notes. Anglicans who prefer forms of Liturgy based on the Book of Common Prayer will find a lectionary designed for use with the BCP.
The original once graced the high altar of the church of Sancta Maria in Ara Coeli on the Capitoline Hill. A fine copy is at the centre of the great baroque reredos at S Thomas the Martyr, Oxford.
12 comments:
One has to have balls to plan a post like that!
Yeah, and a brass pair at that!
Fr H is absolutely right - this is precisely what I was thinking about on the train home this evening.
Rough commute, I take it?
Castration. What, as an element of the Anglican Patrimony?
Is that why the Irish never wanted to sing?
This must have something to do with Charles Martyr's son, James, for whom the last castrato to grace the court and "popish" chapel with his delicate feigns and tremolos was engaged. Giovanni Francesco Grossi (AKA Siface) sang Italian arias for the King in his sumptuous and outrageously expensive chapel at Whitehall. I believe it was the last time castrati sang in England...willingly. Considering such an exotic fete, is it any wonder James II failed to re-establish the full Catholic faith in England? It’s a long way from “Remember…”
"I believe it was the last time castrati sang in England...willingly."
Afraid not. Handel frequently employed castrati during his tenure in England, especially for his operas.
Father as I have advised you before, Mrs Hunwicke merely has to add bromide to your porridge of a morning & your problem will seem smaller & more tolerable.
I believe one of the learnèd contributors to the great Oxford English Dictionary (who worked from prison, where he was perpetually imprisoned by reason of a murder he had committed while deranged) found the lack of bromide, shall we say, so distressing that he performed a startling self-amputation...
And I can never forget what a Dominican professor once said of Origen: He cut off his balls, and threw them into the crowd!
St Clement of Alexandria records a Christian in his own day who asked whether he might visit the doctor to gain some relief from temptations, but was told that such an operation was impermissible.
With regard to Joshua's dictionary comment, the man concerned was a patient at Broadmoor (a secure mental hospital). There is a diverting story of James Murray (the compiler of the Dictionary) going to visit him under the impression that he was seeing a schoolmaster at Wellington College (a public school in the same village).
You can buy (or listen to an on-line extract from) a digitally re-mastered CD of the last ever castrato singer (obtainable via Amazon). It is horrid! Even worse than an old-style, badly trained, hooting male alto in the days before countertenors were properly trained by people who know what they're doing.
PS - no pun intended in my use of the word "extract".
Seeing as I completely missed where Father was going with Beatus Carolus Magnus, I am loath to speculate on where he is headed with this one!
Better to keep one’s mouth shut and appear ignorant than to open it and confirm the suspicion – as they say…
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