A Roving Causerie
By G. E. ANSTRUTHER In the higher categories of this year's Birthday Honours, Catholic names are difficult to find. It is mainly in the lengthy lists of appointments to the British Empire Order that a diligent searcher is likely to come upon the faithful. Lady Betty Trafford, for instance, gets the 0.B.E., for political and public services in East Norfolk. Now as to the political services, this column, as such, is uninterested. We are with the sons of Gama in that " politics we bar; they are not our bent." But the lady of Wroxham has many good works to her credit, and the honour now bestowed upon her is a pleasure to a multitude of friends.
Looking to the other side of the globe, we find, among those rewarded with the C.B.E., Augustus -Leo Kenny, a leading medical man and social welfare worker in Victoria. The King's honour, in this case, is a recognition of Augustus Kenny's worth additional to that already given by two pontiffs. Fifty years ago Pope Leo XIII created this zealous layman a K.S.G., and in 1929 Pius XI promoted him to the rank of Grand Cross. At the International Eucharistic Congress at Sydney, and again at the National Eucharistic Congress at Melbourne for the Victorian Centenary, Dr. Kenny, as a Privy Chamberlain of Cape and Sword, was attached to the suite of the Papal Legate. This new C.B.E. is a native of Salford, but his home since boyhood has been in Australia.
Two knighthoods in the lists are already known to the Cartiouc HF12ALD'S readers, by the brief announcement which they will have read last week. The distinction of Knight Bachelor conferred upon Mr. Llewelyn Chisholm Dalton honours a distinguished Colonial worker. Before going, as Chief Justice, to Tanganyika Territory, Mr. Dalton was on the Bench, successively, in British Guiana, on the Gold Coast, and in the Supreme Court of Ceylon at Colombo. The son of a Sussex vicar, he became a Catholic early in his legal days, while an advocate in South Africa.
Mr. Charles Michael Palairet, also, who is promoted from the C,ompanionage to the knighthood of the Order, is a convert: he was received into the Church, with his wife, in Paris, one of the many capitals in which he has served the Empire as a diplomatist. Recent events in Austria have ended an official connection with Vienna as Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary, a position to which he was appointed after filling the same office at Stockholm.
Next Sunday the church of St. John at Banbury attains centenary rank_ Congratulations to Canon Wall and his congregation on the anniversary. Part of the celebration takes the form of an adornment to the church fabric by statues of St. Birinus and St. Hugh in niches long empty. St. Hugh most of us know, in connection with Lincoln. There, in fact, in the city so largely set on a hill, we have a choice of saintly Hughs: either the Burgundian Canon Regular who became Bishop of the See; or the unfortunate child, in whose story of martyrdom—the Jews were accused of having tortured him to death—Nazidom should find material for sympathy.
With St. Birinus the most of us are less acquainted, a remark needing qualification in the case of Oxfordshire. Dorchester Catholics have venerated this saint as their patron for not far short of ninety years; and fittingly so, since the little Thame-side town was his episcopal See. And now that Banbury, in the same shire, is honouring St. Birinus in effigy, knowledge will doubtless be widened as to the great seventh century missionary who had a king among his baptised converts and secured another monarch to be the godfather.
The spoiling of good stories is something of an industry. A correspondent in last Sunday's Observer claims to cite, apropos of papal humour, " a better instance of Pio Nono's ' wit " than one previously adduced in that paper. But., alas, His Holiness comes out but badly as a humorist, seeing that all there is to his credit, on the score of superior wit, is that when giving audience to " a Bishop of Gibraltar " he remarked: " I believe I am in your lordship's diocese."
Here is material for puckering of brows, and perhaps, with the uncertain, for recourse to the atlas. Maps are of no help, however, in putting Rome into the Diocese of Gibraltar. Before it was spoiled in the re-telling, this anecdote related to the visit of an Anglican prelate with the very comprehensive title of Bishop of South and Central Europe.
lcanhoe sounds like a suggested clue for those industrious folk who make crossword puzzles: "claims ability to do useful work in the garden." Today this historic placename is to be held in special remembrance; for we are at the feast of St. Botolph, and Icanhoe is thoughtto have been the original Botolph's town, on the Lincolnshire flats, whence Boston gets its name and proclaims its patron. DO all the good folk who live within sight of the famous " stump " realise that June 17 holds a particular interest for them? It may be doubted; but still more so in the case of Boston, U.S.A., which also perpetuates the _name, if not the memory, of the Anglo-Saxon abbot.
Our London forefathers, on the whole, did well by St. Botolph. Near four of the City gates they dedicated churches to him: St. Botolph's Without, at Aldgate; ditto at Aldersgate; St. Botolph's, Bishopsgate; and at Billingsgate a St. Botolph's which perished in the Great Fire and was not