26 July 2020

Sancta Anna, Ora pro nobis

A great Lady, most deserving of the great Who shall find a strong woman lection given her by the Latin Church. May she intercede for the Land of Brittany, faithful to the Church when so much of France went a-whoring after strange deities. Let us not forget that the demonic hatreds which brought a crown of martyrdom to the Carmelites of Compiegne are still alive ... witness the recent fire in Nantes Cathedral. I recall pointing out to a tiny granddauhter called Anna the majestic wording round the ceiling of the Church at Pontrieux, which began ANNA POTENS ... and asked her to pray for the Fatherland. Pedit evidomp.

And Reverend Mother and the Carmelite Sisters at Lanherne in Cornwall, whose lovely little church has S Anne as a Patron: so fitting in the church of Carmelites who came to England in 1794, hounded by the armies of the Enlightenment.

And we shall not forget, shall we, St Anne's College Oxford, blessed spot, where I found a wife and which I rewarded by sending it a daughter and a son. Yes; it became a mixed college. When it was still one of Oxford's five Women's Colleges, and each of the five had a strong individual character, this joke circulated: a woman undergraduate burst into a hen-party with the breathless news that she had just met a man (perhaps not difficult in the days when there were seven men to every woman undergraduate at Oxford).
The Somerville girl (they were preoccupied with academic matters) asked "What's he reading?"
The Lady Margaret Hall girl (they had social antennae): "Who's his father?"
The St Hugh's girl (crazy about sport): "What does he play?"
The St Hilda's girl (waste no time): "Where can I find him?"
The St Anne's girl (elegant, accomplished, and beautiful): "I've already had him to tea".

I had tea quite often in a room overlooking Banbury Road and the Parks Entrance ...

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