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The
morning of Christmas Eve seemed to the Antiquary
to pass with extraordinary slowness. While the
Liturgiologist banged away at his Corona, with a
certain air of suppressed excitement, his elder
friend made frequent trips from his easy chair
to the front window, peering out between the
heavy curtains, oblivious of the fact that his
every move was noted by the keen eyes of his
colleague at the writing table. Finally the
Liturgiologist could stand it no longer, and “Pere,”
said he, “are you watching for Santa Claus at
your age!”
“Maybe,
maybe,” returned the Antiquary, absently,
“who can tell. But I thought you were busy.”
“So
I am,” replied the Liturgiologist, with
suspicious mildness, as he returned to his work,
pausing, however, now and then, to glance out of
the side window near his desk, from which a
partial view might be obtained of the driveway
leading to the desolate and unoccupied garage.
“It’s just a little point about the kneeling
in the Credo,
by the Celebrant and Ministers, at the Masses on
Christmas Day. Fortescue
says that ‘at all sung Masses on Christmas
day’ they ‘kneel at the epistle side on the
lowest step while the choir sings the words Et
incarnates est etc.’ Now, I’ve never
seen it done in that way, tho I’ve been about
a bit, and kept my eyes open. Usually the Sacred
Ministers, who by that time are seated, come to
the midst and kneel on the step, returning to
the bench when the choir has sung its phrase. Wuest
simply directs that ‘at every Solemn Mass on
this day the Celebrant and the Sacred Ministers
kneel’ at this moment, but he does not say
where. Merati (Observ.
Xl. Pt. ii. Tit. Vi.)1
is an authority for the usual practice; he sends
them to the midst and has them kneel there, on
the lowest step. But it is to be noted that his
directions suppose that the Sacred Ministers
remain at the Altar throughout the Credo, without going to the bench at all. Gavantius, indeed, directs
that they shall not go to sit at the bench until
after the Incarnatus.
(“Si vero sedere velit, expectando tamen, quod est convenientius, post
versum Et incarnates, etc.” Thes.
Sac. Rit. pt. I I, tit. vi. xl.)2
Now
this is almost never done nowadays. It would
really seem that the ratio3
of the thing bears out Fortescue’s
direction.”
“What
about the Celebrant at Low Mass on Christmas
Day. Does he come down to the foot of the steps
when he says the words?” asked the Antiquary.
“The
direction governs only Solemn Masses, and, Missa
Cantata,4 in which the Celebrant
goes to sit during the singing of the Credo.
Ordinarily the Celebrant and Ministers simply
uncover their heads and bow while the choir
sings these sacred words. But on Christmas day
and on the Feast of the Annunciation the further
honor is done of the Ministers kneeling at this
time. That is the point. The place where they
kneel is a detail. You see, we have ‘probable
opinions’ for having them kneel at the scamnum,5
before the midst if they have not been sitting,
and at the epistle end.”
“Interesting,
but not important!” remarked the Antiquary,
returning to the window. “Must you afflict
your readers with such fine-spun points?”
“Maledictus
qui facit opus Dei negligenter,”6
replied the Liturgiologist. “If an actor, on
the stage, takes infinite pains with each
gesture and inflexion of the voice, should not
the Priest of God have some concern as to the
proper performance of the Divine Drama of the
Mass? Practically every move and gesture he
makes, while at the Altar, is prescribed by the
liturgical law of the Church. What if it
doesn’t, all of it, bind sub
gravi.7 There is a certain
fitness of things, and when those things are
sacred—well,
dear Father, we try to do our little bit towards
helping our brethren polish up their
ecclesiastical manners.”
The
old priest sighed, and turned again to his
typewriter. “Perhaps you’re right, Pere,
there are more important points than this.”
“My
dear Father,” began the Antiquary, only to be
interrupted by the sound of an automobile
outside the house, whereat he ran to the window,
turned excitedly to his confrere, and exclaimed,
“Here she is, at last!”
“What?
Who?” gasped the Liturgiologist.
“Lizzie
the Second!” shouted the Antiquary. “Come on
out and see her. Didn’t cost me a cent! Won
her in Fr. Gambetta’s raffle!”
The
Liturgiologist seemed rooted in his chair, his
face expressing something more than amazement.
“Do you mean to tell me, that you have a new
car—that
you won it in a raffle—that
it’s outside now?”
“Come
on! Come on! it’s yours as much as mine! I
hereby give, devise and bequeath a half interest
in said car, and all future expenses for gas,
oil, repairs and such sundries, to you, dear
Father! Only bestir yourself and come out and
look her over!”
With
which, the Antiquary was out of the room and
down the stairs, while the Liturgiologist slowly
rose, the perplexed expression of his
countenance deepening, as he followed his
friend. Just as they emerged from the front
door, another small car, bright and new, drove
up behind that which was already parked at the
curb, and a smiling young man climbed out, to
join his fellow workman on the sidewalk. As the
two priests approached, both boys took off their
caps, and one of them evidently an Italian,
said, “Father, here’s your car.” At which
the other, evidently Irish, grinned and,
proffering an envelope, repeated the words,
“Father, here’s your car.”
“There’s
some mistake,” said the Antiquary. “I only
won one machine.”
“Better
open the envelope,” suggested the
Liturgiologist, quietly.
Which
the Antiquary did, to find written on one of the
Liturgiologist’s visiting cards the following
words,
“To
Jehu, son of Namshi,
With
affectionate Christmas Greetings from His
friend,
The
Long-suffering Peregrinus.”8
For
a moment the two clerics stared, speechless, at
each other. Then, forgetting dignity, burst into
roars of laughter, in which the two lads joined.
Presently the young Irishman ventured to
interrupt the gales of glee. “If you please,
your Reverence, whatever would you be wanting
with two cars just alike? Now why not swap ‘em
in for a better machine. Me brother has the
agency for the Scoot,9 and seein’
its priests, I guess he’ll make you a good
trade.”
“Punctum,
punctum,”10 cried the
Liturgiologist.
“Bene,
bene,”11 responded the
Antiquary, antiphonaliter.12
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