King Alfred’s Day

Bristol Cathedral, by Tadeusz Hare

King Alfred the Great of England, whom many of us also know as Saint Alfred, did not have an easy life. In this quote from him about prosperity vs. tribulations, he must be writing from what he has seen and known, but of course not everyone responds to sufferings in the profitable way that he speaks of:

“For in prosperity a man is often puffed up with pride, whereas tribulations chasten and humble him through suffering and sorrow. In the midst of prosperity the mind is elated, and in prosperity a man forgets himself; in hardship he is forced to reflect on himself, even though he be unwilling. In prosperity a man often destroys the good he has done; amidst difficulties he often repairs what he long since did in the way of wickedness.”

Many of you likely know more about King Alfred than I have retained over the years, though for a long time I have been fascinated with his accomplishments. He lived from 849-899 and is famous for restructuring the military to better battle the Vikings who were constantly raiding; for reforming the legal code to align with traditional Christian laws; for promoting education; and for reviving the monasteries.

“By appointing pious, learned, and trustworthy bishops and abbots, Albert initiated a spiritual revival among the monasteries. He also emphasized translation of books he deemed ‘most necessary for all men to know.’ He himself contributed to the spiritual revival through his translations that included translation into English of Gregory the Great’s Pastoral Care , Boethius’ Consolation of Philosophy, St. Augustine’s Soliloquies, and the first fifty psalms of the Psalter.” Source

Coin of Alfred’s reign

Not long ago I started reading this newish book by Benjamin Merkle, The White Horse King, which is a short introduction to him, really, but I haven’t finished it. Even so, today being his feast day, it seems good to remember the king here in a small way, with these quotes. As to Alfred’s comments above, it seems to me that he did not himself fall into the temptation that he says prosperity brings, but was an example of being “instant in season and out of season,” (II Timothy 4:2) in his labors for the improvement and well-being of his kingdom. I will end with the following exemplary prayer written by the saint, for whom I thank God.

“Lord, Almighty God, Maker and Ruler of all creation, I pray Thee by Thy great mercy, and by the sign of the Holy Cross, and by Saint Mary’s maidenhood, and by Saint Michael’s obedience, and by the love of all Thy Saints and their merits, that Thou guide me better than I have wrought unto Thee;

and guide me to Thy will, and to my soul’s good, better than I myself may know; and establish my mind in Thy will and to my soul’s good;

and strengthen me against the Devil’s temptations; and remove from me foul lusts and all unrighteousness; and shield me against mine adversaries, seen and unseen; and teach me Thy will to work; that I may love Thee fervently above all things, with clean mind and with clean body.

For Thou art my Creator, and my Redeemer, my Helper, my Comfort, my Trust, and my Hope. To Thee be praise and glory now and forever and ever, unto world without any end. Amen.”

It blesses our neighborhoods.

The moon tonight is only waxing gibbous, but October 25, only a few hours away for me, is the day when I might see the fully full (Hunter’s) moon where I live. But I enjoyed standing in the street to look at the white globe in its lesser glory, not quite fully revealed. I even took a picture from the spot I often do, with my neighbor’s roofline and redwood tree in the frame. But my camera isn’t really up to the task, so I’m sharing this painting by Ivan Marchuk.

I love to think and consider again and again, the way all the people who have ever lived on the earth have seen that same moon in the sky. I only know how to gaze at it, so I’m thankful for Ivan and others who can magnify its beauty and enlarge my vision of our beloved moon, how it blesses our neighborhoods everywhere.

Ivan Marchuk, The Houses are Illuminated by the Moon

Cadences of ordered meaning.

“A person with my blessings has a hard time imagining a home in which children do not hear reading and are not read to, even prenatally. The cadences of ordered meaning should be with them, in them, and growing from their beginnings to a supernal End. The intuition of number, with which all are born, is, by education, not taught so much as recognized, named, and applied. Combine the intuition of number and the cadence of ordered meaning and one has music. A mother singing a melody to her unborn child is fitting him for greater glories, first perhaps of Mozart and Bach, and finally of heaven, whence all this comes and to which it returns.”

-S.M. Hutchens in Touchstone magazine

Calling up Irish mythology and legend.

As I was listening to Gerard Doyle narrate The King of Ireland’s Son, I kept imagining children listening to their parents read the stories, and that made them even more delightful. Several reviews from parents who did read them aloud, and even the ones who didn’t care for the book themselves, admitted that the children loved them. Many adults said that they’d heard the stories as children and read them on their own when they grew up, often multiple times. This was the case with my dear friend from whom I heard about this book a couple of years ago.

First I listened to the Audible version in bits and pieces, many parts several times over, because I would get distracted or fall asleep and have to backtrack. Though I was captivated by the Irish storytelling style of Gerard Doyle, listening was not the best way for me, not primarily an auditory learner, to keep the characters and their adventures straight. Finally, desperate to make sense of everything, I completed the print edition.

Now, I am still at a loss for how to articulate what charms me so much about Colum’s accomplishment, so I looked to other readers who might do it for me. One reader who enjoyed it many times, as a child and as an adult, wrote, “I am stunned at the beauty of Colum’s language and at his handling of plot. There is a story within a story within a story, with smaller tales that reflect on the main ones and often involve the same characters…. And the stories themselves often have an eerie beauty and an undercurrent of sadness. But there’s lots of humor, too, [The King of Cats is hilarious. -GJ] and lots of adventure, and, among the characters, girls as well as boys get to show spunk and initiative.”

Then the King of Ireland’s Son
mounted his horse and rode away—

His hound at his heel,
His hawk on his wrist;
A brave steed to carry him whither he list
And the green ground under him.

Another reviewer explains how “…what initially appear to be seven different stories actually blend together to become tales-within-tales. The primary tale is a coming-of-age story of the quests of the youngest son of the King of Ireland. During the course of the quest, the king’s son and others in the primary tale relate stories of their own. Characters from these secondary tales then appear later in the primary tale. The end result is a rich and complex tapestry of interconnecting histories and experiences as each character grows and finds out more about him- or herself. It soon becomes clear that for the central characters, learning the stories themselves becomes the goal of their quest.”

A little background on Colum and the book:

“Although the book was written in America in the years before 1916, Colum was a close friend and colleague of some of those who led the Easter Rising. The King of Ireland’s Son was the ultimate calling-up of Irish mythology and legend, and… made many happy hours for children curled up before glowing turf fires to read by the light of Tilley lamps in the long winter evenings of the new Ireland.”

“Asked how to say his name, he told The Literary Digest the last name was the same as the word column. ‘In my first name, the first a has the sound of au. The ordinary pronunciation in Irish is pau’drig.'” (Wikipedia)

Are some of you, my blogging reading friends, familiar with The King of Ireland’s Son? Please tell me about your experience of it. I’m hoping to find a child to read it to very soon!

Padraic Colum sketch by John Butler Yeats