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In
spite of the inclement weather the new Scoot had
made a number of trips over the icy boulevards
of the city, and even out into the country for a
sacerdotal jubilee. To say that the new car was
a source of pride to its owner (or owners!)
would be putting it mildly. They gave the road
to no one, not even Fr. Torculus in his
limousine. The engine purred like a great cat as
the glistening car took the hills. But, “man
never is, but always to be, blessed,” and the
matter of accessories troubled the calm waters
of life for the two old friends. The Antiquary
maintained that, inasmuch as the new Scoot was
practically a present, the donor should equip
it. The Liturgiologist answered that he was
responsible for only half of the car, for which
he had paid good money (at least was paying it
in monthly installments) while the Antiquary had
acquired his equity by a lucky turn of
fortune’s wheel, which cost him exactly turn
of fortune’s wheel, which cost him exactly
five dollars. “You ought to put on all the
necessary thingumabobs,” said the
Liturgiologist, “cigar lighters, those little
ship’s lanterns on the running board that you
admired so much when Fr. Torculus got ‘em for
his car, and, not least important, a heater.1
You’d think a fine car like this would have
one already built in—”
“And
hot and cold water,” sneered the Antiquary.
“It has electric lights already. What do you
expect for your money?”
“Well,
those little heaters certainly are a comfort,”
retorted the Liturgiologist, with mild
persistence. “And ingenious, too. We had one
on the late lamented flivver, and when it worked
it certainly was grand! They take the hot
exhaust from the engine, baffle out the smell,
and send the heat right up one’s legs in a
most consoling manner. I wish we had one in the
car right now, for I don’t mind telling you my
feet are cold.”
“Stamp
‘em on the floor,” was the unfeeling advice
of the Antiquary. But on the return trip, a drop
of several degrees having taken place during the
jubilee ceremonies, he was more amenable to his
friend’s suggestion. “Hot air is very well
in its place,” said he, “and its place is
evidently right here in this machine. Pity we
didn’t give Msgr. Loquax a ride back to
town—he’d have kept us warm enough!”
“Now,
now, Pere
don’t be uncharitable!” murmured the
Liturgiologist. “The old Monsignore
believes in giving an audience its money’s
worth, and you got a good nap out of that sermon
anyhow!”
“No
souls saved after the first twenty minutes,”
growled the Antiquary. “Besides, we all know
Fr. Oldham2 is a good and holy and
successful Priest. Only one Parish in his whole
twenty-five years out. That speaks for itself,
and needs no encomium.3
Anyhow, I couldn’t hear a word of the eulogy,
and I doubt if anyone in the sanctuary could.
That shell4 on the pulpit may throw
the sound out to the congregation, but it shuts
off every word from everybody not directly in
front of it. And why musts they wheel the pulpit
out into the middle of the church when everybody
knows it ought to be permanently located over on
the gospel side.”
“Distinguo,”5
chirped the Liturgiologist. “As an Antiquary,
you are carried away by the beautiful idea that
the modern pulpit is nothing more nor less than
the ancient ambo6 from which the Gospel was sung. You might just as
well claim that our pulpits ought to be hung up
somewhere in the chancel-arch because in England
the mediaeval priests went up into the rood-loft
to chant. As a matter of fact the pulpit is
about as purely a utilitarian affair as can
possibly be imagined. Useful, sometimes
ornamental, but no part of the official
furniture of any Catholic church.”
“Do
you say that just because your friend Fortescue
omits the pulpit from his list of the
furnishings of the church,” asked the
Antiquary, with a tinge of malice.
“Show
me an ‘Approved Author’ who includes it!”
was the instant reply of the Liturgiologist,
somewhat nettled at having his pet authority
called in question. “No one should know better
than you that the elaboration of the pulpit is
nothing but a back-wash from Protestantism. But
that is not the point exactly—I said that the
pulpit is, par
excellence,7 utilitarian, being
nothing more nor less than a convenience for the
preacher of the sermon, a platform where he can
be seen, from which he can be hear (if the
acoustics are any good, which they usually are
not!) and whatever mystical symbolism may have
attacked itself in modern times to the pulpit
itself, or its location in the church building,
is purely fortuitous.”
“It
would be interesting to know whether the use of
the pulpit is on the decline here in America,”
said the Antiquary. “Many of our churches have
none, and many of our clergy do not use them
when they have ‘em. The sermons at Low Mass on
Sunday are generally preached by the Celebrant
from the Altar.”
“Yes,”
interrupted the Liturgiologist, “and said
Celebrant very seldom seems to be aware that the
sermon (to say nothing of the announcements) is
not part of the Mass, and that he should take
off his maniple while preaching, if he does not,
indeed, remove the chasuble as well. ‘If he
preach from the pulpit,’ says the incomparable
Fortescue, ‘generally he will go to the
sedilia, with the ministers, take off the
chasuble and maniple (assisted by the M.C.) and
will leave them there. At the end of the sermon
the celebrant comes to the sedilia and puts on
the maniple and chasuble; the ministers go with
him, in the usual (longer) way, to the
altar.’”
“That
would certainly be more seemly than wearing the
chasuble in the pulpit, even when he does not
have to leave the sanctuary,” assented the
Antiquary. “But what is this about a longer
way in returning to the altar after the
sermon?”
“Why,”
said the Liturgiologist, “it’s very simple,
and the rules are given in every liturgical
author I know of, yet somehow they are seldom
observed. If the celebrant leaves the altar to
sit during the Gloria or Credo, or to
preach, he is directed to genuflect (if the
Blessed Sacrament is reserved at the Altar,
otherwise he bows) on the foot-pace,8
and then go ‘by the short way,’ that is by
coming down the altar steps at the epistle end,
or diagonally, and so going directly to the scamnum.9
The altar boys, or sacred ministers if there are
any, genuflect in their places at the same time,
and go with him to the bench. There is no
authority for the method so frequently seen, of
the celebrant coming down to the midst in
plano,10 and there genuflecting
with the ministers before going to the sedilia.
When he returns to the altar, after the Gloria,
Credo or Sermon, he comes to the midst, genuflects on the lowest
step, and goes straight up to the altar to
resume the Mass.”
“And
if he preaches,” queried the Antiquary, “he
goes first to the scamnum to take off the vestments, and thence to the pulpit?”
“Certainly,”
replied the Liturgiologist. “It is the general
rule that a Priest makes any necessary changes
of vestments either in the sacristy or at the
bench. Bishops sometimes vest before the
altar…”
“Who’s
uncharitable now?” laughed the Antiquary.
“There’s
a supply shop,” said the Liturgiologist clara
voce,11 “let’s stop and look
at some of those heater-things!”
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