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July 24, 2007

The Dahlgren Residence

No. 15 East Ninety-Sixth Street, New York

THE UPPER EAST SIDE is crossed by a number of wider cross-streets, of which 96th Street has long been agreed as the northern boundary of the neighborhood. (Overeager real estate agents have recently taken to advertising properties above that boundary as being located in the "Upper Upper East Side"). At number 15 on East 96th Street sits a splendid townhouse of superb design and execution often known as the Dahlgren residence. (Seen above, before and after complete restoration).

Lucy Wharton Drexel was of the Philadelphia Drexels, from which also came Saint Katharine Drexel, the founder of the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament, as well as the initiators of Drexel University in that Pennsylvanian city. Young Miss Drexel married Mr. Eric B. Dahlgren, son of Admiral John A. Dahlgren, inventor of the Dahlgren Gun used during the Civil War at a ceremony in the Philadelphia cathedral officiated by Archbishop Corrigan of that see, and the couple soon moved to Manhattan where Mr. Dahlgren had a seat on the New York Stock Exchange. The Dahlgrens themselves were a prominent Catholic family, with Eric and his brothers attending Georgetown University, where to this day the main chapel bears the Dahlgren name. (Well-to-do Catholics must have been in short supply at the time, because after Lucy and Eric's marriage, Lucy's sister Elizabeth was married to Eric's brother John).

Un petit peu de Paris dans le meilleur arrondissement de New York.

The Dahlgrens (Eric & Lucy, that is) raised eight children at their house at 812 Madison Avenue as well their country house in Lawrence, L.I., but despite the bountiful progeny, the marriage was not a happy one. Only two months after Lucy's devoutly Catholic mother died, Mrs. Dahlgren initiated a suit for divorce from her husband in March 1912, citing his infidelity. Escaping to Europe with the children for the duration of the proceedings, she returned to New York in 1915 after the divorce was settled and purchased the 38' x 100' plot at 15 East 96th Street.

Lucy chose the renowned architect and designer Ogden Codman Jr., who had written the influencial Decoration of Houses alongside Edith Wharton, to design a beaux-arts townhouse in the wide Parisian style. Codman himself had built his own beaux-arts townhouse a few doors down at No. 7 East 96th Street, and the architect hoped that the wide thoroughfare could be developed as an elegant Parisian residential boulevard.

For the Dahlgren residence, he created a building with thirty rooms, eleven bathrooms, seven fireplaces, a grand marble staircase, an octagonal dining room, and a ground-floor carriageway that went through the house to an auto turntable at the back. Lucy Dahlgren, however, did not spend a great deal of time in the elegant edifice, and she leased the house out from 1921, and later selling it in 1927. She died in 1944, aged seventy-seven years, in Newport, Rhode Island.

The man she leased and finally sold No. 15 to was Pierre C. Cartier, the founder of the eponymous jewelry firm, who moved into the townhouse with his wife and children. The Cartiers were great hosts and held dinners for many French dignitaries, artists, and intellectuals, especially during the Second World War when many of the aforementioned chose New York as their place of exile.

Paul Claudel: poet, playwright, diplomat.

One of the most prominent of their frequent guests was the celebrated poet and playwright Paul Claudel during his tenure as the Ambassador of the French Republic to the United States from 1928 to 1933. Claudel, whose elder sister was the sculptress Camille Claudel, had been a diffident, conflicted young man until the night of Christmas Eve, 1886. It was that night that he drifted into the Cathedral of Notre-Dame de Paris and heard vespers being sung, and began his return to the Church. Coincidentally (if we dare call it coincidence), that very same evening of Christmas Eve, 1886, the young Thérèse Martin — St. Thérèse of Lisieux — experience a conversion of her own, later writing in her spiritual biography that "On that luminous night, Our Lord accomplished in an instant the work I had not been able to do during years".

While the Dahlgrens could not find enduring love at No. 15, the home was more than a blessing to the Cartiers… and the Claudels. In 1933, Marion Rumsey Cartier, Pierre & Elma Cartier's daughter, and Pierre Claudel, Paul & Sainte-Marie Claudel's eldest son, were joined in holy matrimony. In 1946, Paul Claudel was named to the Académie française (where the seats of the ostracized Marèchal Pétain and Charles Maurras were left empty out of respect until their deaths in 1951 and 1952, respectively). The following year, the Cartiers shifted to their house on the shores of Lake Geneva in Switzerland, where Mrs. Cartier died in 1959, and Pierre following her in 1964.

With Pierre Cartier's death, No. 15 was sold to the Convent of St. Francis de Sales, who remained there for seventeen years. In 1981, the Convent sold the house to financier Barry Trupin (arrested, in 1997, for the honorable crime of tax evasion) for $3,000,000, who in turn sold it to businessman Paul Singer in 1987 for $5,700,000. Under Singer's watchful eye, the building was carefully restored from the ground up, and used to display his large collection of porcelain vases. (The following three photographs are from the Singer restoration). No. 15 is currently valued at over $17,000,000.

The library.

The octagonal dining room.

Speaking, as we were, of Christmas Eve, Ogden Codman's residence down the block at No. 7 was sold by Codman to Edith Moore, the daughter of Joseph Pulitzer, and her husband William S. Moore, great-great-grandson to Clement Clarke Moore, purported author of the Christmas classic A Visit from St. Nicholas ("Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house…"). The Moores sold it on in 1948, and donated the books Codman has left in the house to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. In 1965, No. 7 became home to the Manhattan Country School, which continues to use the Codman residence as its seat to this present day. Codman's dream of a Parisian residential boulevard in New York was not to be, as the remaining properties on the block were developed as apartment buildings in the 1920s. The only other townhouse on the block is the more narrow No. 12, which today serves as La Scuola d'Italia "Guglielmo Marconi", Italy's answer to the Lycée Français de New York.

Previously: The Neue Galerie | The Goodwin Mansion | The Goodwin Mansion II

July 23, 2007

The Army, the Navy, and the Air Force

Our Armed Forces Support Ron Paul With Their Checkbooks

THE RECENT REPORT from the Federal Election Commission on second-quarter donations to presidential candidates contained an interesting piece of information. Observers extrapolated those donors who listed the branches of the military as their employer to see who our fighting men (and women) were backing in the presidential election. Who came first in military donors? None other than our own Dr. Ron Paul, the Air Force veteran who is determined to end the empire and save the republic. This didn't surprise me, but it was a welcome reassurance that good old-fashioned common sense still prevails amongst the brave souls in our armed forces.

It seems that every day support for Ron Paul shows itself in new quarters. In fundraising, in addition to having the support of much of the military, he's beaten Sen. John McCain, the former front-runner, in terms of overall cash-on-hand donations. Heck, Barry Manilow even donated the maximum amount allowed by law. I have no doubt he can win the presidential election, but it's getting the Republican nomination that's the real hurdle to overcome. The warfare faction still dangles the carrot of "security" in front of the faces of many who are oblivious to the fact that liberty is being simultaneously stolen from their back pocket.

The truth, however, is that their rule does not bring greater security for Americans, but only further entangles our country in foreign involvements which are not our responsibility, thus endangering our security overall. In turn, this allows for greater fearmongering by our overlords, thus providing them with an excuse for lessening liberty and increasing the power of the federal government. Ron Paul is the only candidate, Republican or Democratic, who seeks to address the root cause of terrorism by reducing our involvement in the Middle East specifically and in the internal affairs of other countries generally. Not only does this undermine the terrorist cause, but it does so in a way which does not lessen our own freedom.

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The American empire is going to fail. It is in the process of failing, and I just want to get out of that empire-building smoothly rather than waiting for a catastrophic event like a bankruptcy of this country. … The dollar's weak. It's weak because we spend huge amounts of money, you know, for war and welfare. It's unsustainable.
Ron Paul, speaking at the Google campus, California
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This evening I did something I was sure I would never ever do in my entire life: donate my own money to a political cause. I figured since those folks serving overseas and here in America to defend our freedom were so willing to give their hard-earned money to support the political cause of liberty at home, I ought to give a few shekels myself. And if you value your liberty, you can send a few of your own shekels along to Ron's campaign at this address.

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Our civil liberties are being attacked; our economy has been undermined; our dollar has been virtually destroyed; and we have a foreign policy that is devastating to the people of this country and these things have to change. … This whole notion that we have a moral and a constitutional responsibility to go about the world and make the world safe for democracy; that vision, that idea has to be rejected. … We have no right, no matter what the motivations are, good or bad, for us to impose our will on other people around the world because it always backfires on us.
Ron Paul, speaking at a rally in Mountain View, California.
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Category: Ron Paul

July 15, 2007

CNN Comes to St Agnes

A month or so ago, Ms. Delia Gallagher of the Cable News Network (and cameraman) came to the Church of St. Agnes to take a few shots of the 11:00 Tridentine mass and to interview a few folks on the street afterwards. Those who spoke with her said she was genial, and the report she filed is available from the CNN website here (2:08, following a thirty-second advertisement).

Dino!


Die Alte Dominien

Previously: The Queen in Williamsburg | A Welcome to the Queen | Old Dominion Will Receive Her Majesty | Old Dominion, New Mace | About Time

'The Mass of All Time answers that need.'

In his superb column in this week's Scotland on Sunday, Gerald Warner responds to the Holy Father's motu proprio.

Not since 1850, when Nicholas Cardinal Wiseman hurled his pastoral letter 'From Out the Flaminian Gate' like a grenade into the heart of the British establishment, proclaiming the restoration of the Catholic hierarchy in England and Wales, has a Roman document provoked such consternation among the ungodly. […]

The bishops of England and Wales tried furiously to prevent the liberalisation of access to the Traditional Mass, lobbying the Vatican against it, although they had recently approved the regular celebration of a Mass for homosexuals. On the eve of the publication of the Papal document, Bishop Kieran Conry, of Arundel and Brighton, said: "Any liberalisation of the use of the rite may prove seriously divisive. It could encourage those who want to turn the clock back throughout the Church." So, a liberal opposes liberalisation - why are we not surprised?

As for turning the clock back throughout the Church, it is the only possible remedy for the crisis that has afflicted it since the Second Vatican Catastrophe. The Novus Ordo (New Order of Mass) was invented by Archbishop Annibale Bugnini, assisted by six Protestant pastors, after the Vatican Council. When this appalling confection was presented to the 1967 Synod of Bishops it was indignantly rejected. Yet two years later it was universally imposed. Bugnini described it in 1974 as "a major conquest of the Catholic Church".

Strange language from a Catholic bishop; but there were stranger things to come. In July, 1975 Bugnini was abruptly sacked after Pope Paul VI was shown evidence he was a Freemason. Bugnini denied the fact, but when the register of Italian Freemasonry came to light in 1976, it recorded Bugnini as having been initiated on April 23, 1963, with the esoteric code name 'Buan'. So, even during the Vatican Council, Bugnini was already under automatic excommunication for Masonic membership. What possessed Paul VI to sack the author of the New Mass, but retain his liturgy for universal use? At least this episode throws light on the handshake at the 'kiss of peace' in the new rite. […]

For 40 years frenzied efforts have been made to stamp out the Traditional Mass and yet it has flourished. It is now past the point where there is the remotest prospect of extinguishing it. As Pope Benedict said in his explanatory letter accompanying the motu proprio Summorum Pontificum ("Of Supreme Pontiffs"), one of his reasons for freeing the Old Mass was the number of young people now flocking to it.

That is what the faded 1960s trendies who are now bishops and seminary rectors fear: the impossibility of maintaining a revolution that has burned itself out. The Second Vatican Council means as little to today's youth as the Council of Chalcedon. Its elderly adherents are like dads dancing at the school disco. Many young people are seeking the mystical and the numinous. The Mass of All Time answers that need.

Within the past month the Vatican has issued two other documents: one restoring the requirement for a two-thirds majority at Papal conclaves, which rules out the future election of an extreme radical; and a reassertion of the doctrine that the Protestant sects cannot be recognised as 'churches'. It will not damage ecumenism, because that died long ago. Its premise was that Rome must endlessly divest, while Canterbury ordained priestesses and moved ever further from Catholicism. [Ed.: bold mine.] When you see a Church of Scotland congregation praying the rosary you may believe ecumenism is a two-way process.

'The Mass of All Time will outlive the Sixties revolutionaries', by Gerald Warner; Scotland on Sunday, 15 July 2007.

Previously: Martyrs of Spain, Pray for Us! | Warner on the Gotha

July 04, 2007

California Wedding

WHERE DOES ONE begin? Scotland, I suppose. I've known Abby since Day One in St Andrews. I was among the number of poor souls who were foolish enough to participate in the 'overseas orientation' for non-UK/RoI students. Through pure chance, a group of us who sat down to dinner in Andrew Melville Hall that night decided to venture into town that evening and see what was what. We went to the Central, which became my regular for a very long time, until replaced by the Russell for my tertian and magistrand years. Jon I met just over a year later, during his first few weeks at St Andrews (as I entered my second year). It was at the Catholic Society and he told me he came from Bristol. I was fairly ignorant of Bristol other than that it is home to the British Empire and Commonwealth Museum. I asked Jon about the museum and his answer was such as to confirm that he and I were on the same page of the book, so to speak. He didn't come much to Canmore at the start and so we were not instant friends, though I do recall running into him in the corridor of New Hall at 2 or 3 in the morning one night and striking up a brief conversation (most likely telling him he ought to be coming to Canmore, since like-minded folk are a dime a dozen there).

Anyhow, by some time or another we were all best of friends, and both Jon and Abby have been the source of (and butt of) so many of the great amusements we enjoyed at St Andrews. Good God, how many laughs! In Canmore, the Cellar Bar, the Central, the Russell, in flats, in Edinburgh, in Rome, in Dublin, in New York, and most recently in California, whenever one is with Jon and Abby there is always a good time to be had, and an appropriately inappropriate comment to relish. I have picked up the habit of simply saying "ledge" (that is, short for "legend") every time I utter the name of Jon Burke. Abby once desired that I verbally express precisely what it was that makes Jon such a legend, but all I could say was that it was of the same nature as the Sacraments in Eastern theology: appreciated, nourishing, and clung-to, but ultimately a mystery.

It was California then, which was host to our latest adventure, namely the joining in matrimony of Miss Abigail Hesser and Mr. Jonathan Burke. I flew in on Wednesday and upon checking in at the hotel, the desk clerk handed me a written message from Jon: "We're in the bar, free cocktails!" The wonderful rehearsal dinner was the next evening, and I was privileged to have the best seat in the house, with Fr. E and Mrs. Hesser on my left and Abigail and Jon on my right. But Friday... Friday was the wedding!

The Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament in the Californian capital of Sacramento has been renovated over the past few years and was in tip-top shape for the Hesser-Burke nuptials.

A number of us were gathered outside...

...while preparations continued within.

Finally, it was time.

A proud Mr. Hesser escorts his eldest daughter down the aisle.

Fr. Emerson gave a fitting exhortation on the nature of holy matrimony and its importance and relevance.

And then, the rings were exchanged, the vows made, and Jon and Abby became Mr. & Mrs. J.G. Burke.

After the nuptials, a sung Mass in the Tridentine rite, with full choir, followed (with the kind permission of the Bishop of Sacramento).

It was a lovely day for a wedding.

Och aye! Mr. Moore, Snr.

Then, to the reception.

Mr. and Mrs. Burke arrive.

After dinner, the first dance.

And then the happy couple were off to spend the next two evenings in Napa Valley.

Our good selves, meanwhile, went straight to the bar.

Ana tried on her father's waistcoat.

This was the last photo of the evening, or morning, since it was about 3:00am. Strangely, the camera managed to capture the blurriness. Adrian and Ellie and I remained, speaking to the Swiss-French bartender Michel in our bastardized French (or my bastardized French and Adrian's capable French). We learnt that in la Francophonie, a gin and tonic is called un gin et tonique. Fopps.

I paid a price for drinking all that gin the next morning, when I awoke with a splitting headache, though luckily an only mildly disturbed stomach. (Those who remember my last almighty boozer will recall that it was my last and ever shall be). Thanks heavens for Uncle Bob, who drove us back into Sacramento the long way, down the banks of the Sacramento river with the windows down and the fresh air reinvigorating us along the way.

I am afraid, dear reader, that I have not even tried to impart to you the true maginificance of this occasion, for any such attempt was bound to result in failure. Looking back, it was a heavenly occasion. To be witness to the nuptials of good friends, and then to receive the Blessed Sacrament, in the Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament, in the City of the Blessed Sacrament, on the River of the Blessed Sacrament, one is struck by the portents of things to come, and to look forward to the day when our earthly banquets, at which the bonds of friendship and amity are continually strengthened, are replaced by that heavenly banquet when, by God's grace, true communion with Christ will be obtained. And surely that is the very purpose of marriage: another gift of God for the forgiveness of sins, the cultivation of sanctity, and the salvation of souls.

May God bless Jon and Abby and grant them many happy, healthy, and holy years to come.

Remember!

Two hundred and thirty-one years ago today, the tragedy of our people commenced.

I'll take the old George over the new one any day of the week.

Elsewhere: Charles Coulombe writes Still Rebels, Still Tories while Daniel Larison reflects on Law and Loyalism.