The monarch is not elected to please, nor appointed to profit, but bound by sacred oath to govern in justice and mercy. There is no re-election to scheme for, no donor to flatter, no lobby to appease. There is only the solemn promise to reign well and die remembered as a steward of the nation’s soul.Continue Reading
We stand, dear readers, upon the brink of an age where thought itself may be ground out by wheels and pulleys. Where the sacred intercourse between mind and quill — that delicate dance of intellect and ink — will be replaced by a cold, relentless machine, scratching letters it neither understands nor feels. What blasphemy is this, that a mechanism of brass and wire should presume to think, to compose, to write!?Continue Reading
New Yorkie, once a vibrant town with markets on the quay and a civic life that held its neighbours close, it has lately become a cautionary tale: rising violent crime, a housing market that eats savings, an influx of illegal aliens causing rapid demographic shifts and erosion of the tax base, and now the prospect of electing the most radical mayor in history, whose platform promises sweeping, untested reforms.Continue Reading
Words in public office are not casual ornaments; they are tools that can wound or weld. When officials speak carelessly, the harm is twofold: those offended are injured, and public faith in leadership is diminished. Repair requires more than apology; it requires a practised regimen of humility, training, and restorative action.Continue Reading
The theft of a prized aureal from the Royal Museum of History & Antiquities was not merely the loss of a coin; it was a breach of a covenant. Museums are more than glass and gilt; they are repositories of shared memory. When trust in those repositories falters, the entire civic compact is frayed.Continue Reading
The defenders of this mechanization say it is “efficient.” They forget that efficiency is no virtue when it tramples truth. For words are not mere tools; they are the blood of man’s thought, the fabric of his dignity. When entrusted to machines, they become counterfeit currency, hollow tokens that neither illuminate nor inspire.Continue Reading
Where is the firm hand of governance that should have clipped this scandal in its infancy? The answer, alas, is nowhere. The Ministry hides behind procedure, whimpering that it “lacks sufficient authority” even as funds vanish like smoke. Such cowardice is unbecoming of a state charged with defending the public purse.Continue Reading
It is perfidy in its purest form: men who would never shoulder the musket themselves cajoling the Crown to spill the blood of others. Have we learned nothing from the endless misadventures of past entanglements? The Hughs seek not our fellowship but our flesh, to be consumed in their feuds.Continue Reading
By Brother Benedict, Monastic Contributor There are writers whose words comfort, and there are those whose words wound—and thank God for the latter, else we would never be healed. Flannery O’Connor belongs to that rare and sanctified second group. She is not easy to read. She is not nice. ButContinue Reading
By Miss Beatrice Wendell, Retired Governess of 42 Years Once upon a Tuesday in the world outside, a mother—a real one, not the digital kind—put a stop to whining with nothing more than a jar, a label, and a spine of steel. I doff my bonnet to her. The WhineContinue Reading