Marie Leszczynska, France's Polish Queen

Catherine Delors, from Versailles and More, has begun presenting the distaff side of the Royal House which gave us Louis XV, his aunts and sisters. I have written about Queen Marie Leszczynska which may be found here, I am too clinical sometimes so I enjoin the reader to go to Catherines site.

As promised, I will post a series of entries about Mesdames, the daughters of Louis XV. But it seems impossible to write about them without first introducing their mother, Queen Marie Leszczynska.

Talleyrand, the Bishop turned diplomat extraordinaire, said of her that "her virtues had something sad about them that failed to inspire sympathy." That has remained the judgment of history, which remembers her as a dour, charmless, rather stupid but innocuous figure. This is, in my opinion, most unfair.

True, Marie Leszczynska was not destined to become the Queen consort of France. Her father, Stanislas Leszczynski, had been briefly Kind of Poland from 1704 to 1709 before being dethroned and sent into exile by one of the many convulsions in that country's history.

Stanislas Leszczynski, an intellectual, kindly man, had limited ambitions for his daughter. He would have been happy to give her hand in marriage to any French Duke. But her dowry was so meager as to be considered nonexistent, and no candidates of suitable rank were in sight for Marie.

Thanks Catherine and a tip of my beret to you...

A small gallery of portraits my be seen here...

de Brantigny


Echoes of a Distant Thunder

by Carlos Caso-Rosendi

...And when the thousand years are ended, Satan will be loosed from his prison...—Revelation 20, 7

It was 312 a.D. and Constantine the Great had defeated Magentius in battle, securing the control of the Western Roman Empire. The night before he had been advised by a strange vision to use the Cross as a sign that would surely bring him to victory. He did and he won. In time, he moved the Roman capital to the East, to Constantinople (now called Istanbul.) The move caused some of the bishops of Constantinople to think that perhaps the Chair of the Roman Pontiff should be moved to the new capital. The Romans (and the rest of the West) wanted nothing to do with that. The dispute continued until 1054 a.D. when the Bishops of Rome and Constantinople exchanged excommunications. Thus began the Eastern Schism that produced what we know now as the Orthodox Churches of Asia. The first thousand years of the Reign of Christ were coming to an end and Satan was out of his prison.

In time, the Churches of the East would know much more exacting taskmasters than the far removed Roman Pontiff. Invading hordes assailed the Western Empire for centuries, Constantinople fell to Islamic forces in 1492, then came the Sultans, the Ottomans and finally Communism. The tyranny of evil always befalls the disobedient.

Before and after the fall of the Eastern Empire, the top of their society started moving west, escaping the consequences of their own ideas and behavior. They brought with them the same kind of intellectual attitude and spirit that had caused the split in 1054. Not long after the fall of Constantinople, the German Reformation, a new and more pervasive form of schism, appeared in the West.

That was going to be just one of many assaults on the old order of the ages. The German Reformation opened the door to the French Revolution, the precursor of Communism. Bonaparte, Weimar, Lenin, Hitler followed in quick succession: all of them agree in one thing and only one thing: they hated the Christian ideals.

The Second World War ended the aspirations of fascism, the Cold War ended the expansion of Soviet Communism, but not before they had infected our youth and intellectuals. The year of 1968 saw the beginning of many decades of turmoil. The transgressors had reached our shores. That was the year that the Democratic Party jettisoned the Jacksonian ideals, ceasing to represent the workers of America in the perpetual dialogue between Labor and Capital. The successes of the Civil Rights Movement inspired the Democrats to seek new causes in a perpetual and nonsensical war for "absolute equality in everything." The dogmas emerging from that deviation ended up infecting even those to the right in the political spectrum. Our body politic ails of a strange fever, the result of an epidemic that started moving east more than a thousand years ago.

As it often happens with common infirmities, the fever is only a symptom, a sign that the body is burning energy and generating antibodies to fight the invaders. When the sickness wins the fight, the result is the death of the body. When the body wins, it becomes stronger, and the antibodies prevent that sickness from ever occurring again.

All analogies are imperfect and this one follows the rule. We know that God created mankind to give Him glory, and praise Him forever for His love. This sickness has not the slightest chance of killing the body. But now the fever rages on and it will get worse before it gets better. The sure sign of victory is still the same it was in times of Constantine: the Cross.

In Hoc Signo Vinces, a motto having the same initials as Iesu Homini Salvatoris Vincit.

Jesus, Savior of Mankind Prevail! Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.

Thank You Carlos.

Dieu Le Roy!
de Brantigny

Carlos Caso-Rosendi is a native of Argentina. He is an active knight in the Knights of Columbus. He is an author who is currently writing a Catechetical book to help Catholics who have turned to Mormonism return to the faith. He has posted portions of his latest work, The Bible Path
A Practical Guide to Know the Biblical Foundations of the Catholic Faith,
, here... Carlos attends Mass in my parish, St Catherine of Siena, in Clarksville, Virginia.

The Heart of Roland

Mark Amesse has a look at Roland...

By M.D. Amesse

The mean state is everywhere laudable, but we ought to incline towards the excess and at another towards the deficiency; for this will be our easiest manner of hitting the mean, or in other words of attaining excellence. –Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics II.IX

While reading The Royal Book of Horsemenship, Jousting andKnightly Combat[1] I found myself seeing a different side of Roland. It is said that Roland is fierce while Count Oliver is wise, and while Oliver is certainly prudent, I began to doubt Roland’s role as the foolhardy sanguine character.[2] Count Oliver himself describes Roland as being “high of heart”[3] and after reading Dom Duarte I believe I understand what Oliver is saying.“

It is written that a man with that virtue (Highness of Heart), has the right self-esteem and self-confidence necessary for always acting the way all good men…should act” Duarte continues, “The Philosopher [Aristotle, see epigraph above] said that he was very doubtful about the possibility of anyone to know the exact measure of his own value; that being true, anyone with the greatness of the heart would be most probably presume for himself a value a little bigger than the reality and not the contrary."[4]

King Duarte says that it is better for the good man to error in excess, through highness of heart, than for him to think less than he is able, and fail to accomplish what he should. In this light, we can see why Roland desires to go to the court of King Marsilion, but Charlemagne refuses to send him, for it is known, as Oliver testifies, that Roland is in a stubborn mood and likely to cause a feud with the sons of Mahomet. more...

Thanks and a tip of the beret to Mark Amesse...

Dieu le Roy
de Brantigny


The First African American Presidential Candidate

Many have lauded Barack Obama as the first African-American to be a Presidential Candidate. Not so...

Frederick Douglass with his second wife Helen Pitts Douglass (sitting). The woman standing is her sister Eva Pitts.

Frederick Douglass (born Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey, February 14, 1818 – February 20, 1895) was an American abolitionist, women's suffragist, editor, orator, author, statesman and reformer. Called "The Sage of Anacostia" and "The Lion of Anacostia", Douglass is one of the most prominent figures in African-American history and United States history. In 1872, Douglass became the first African-American nominated as a Vice-Presidential candidate in the U.S., running on the Equal Rights Party ticket with Victoria Woodhull, the first woman to run for President of the United States.

Then there was Hilliary Clinton...but,

...Victoria Woodhull was the first woman to run for vice-President and later as President. Victoria Woodhull

Victoria Claflin Woodhull (September 23, 1838 – June 9, 1927) was an American suffragist who was publicized with Gilded Age newspapers as a leader of the American woman's suffrage movement in the 19th century. She became a colorful and notorious symbol for women's rights, free love, and labor reforms. The authorship of her speeches and articles is disputed. Some contend that many of her speeches on these subjects were not written by Woodhull herself, while others allege that this is a form of revisionism not supported by the evidence. Either way, her role as a representative of these movements was nonetheless powerful and controversial.

Life being what it was after the War for Southern Independence the two of them never really had a chance.

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Polling day

It is raining today in North Carolina and I have a confession to make, I voted. I know as a monarchist I would rather have not voted but unfortunately the candidates stand so far in contrast with each other that refraining from voting or a vote for a pro-abortionist candidate were morally and essentially the sames thing. I have rendered unto Caesar...

This weekend I saw a bumper sticker which shocked me. It read "Revolution, why wait?" It has not been the only one I have seen. There is a local radio announcer who while does not come out and states it is time for a revolution has asked, "are we heading for a revolution? Would you favor a revolution?" he is answered by the cliche' of Jefferson that "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is it’s natural manure..." Scary stuff isn't it? Some time late it was expressed thus by Bertrand Barère de Vieuzac to the National Assembly on 16 January 1793, (five days before Louis XVI was martyred) “L’arbre de la liberté… croît lorsqu’il est arrosé du sang de toute espèce de tyrans"... (The tree of liberty grows only when watered by the blood of tyrants).” I am sure that there are those who think America is a tyranny. people like Reverend Phleger, and Reverend Jeremiah Wright... Like William Ayers,and Bernadette Dorne, like the Hollywood elite. These people feel we are in a tyranny and and that the average citizen is not competent to run his or her life without the government.

The authority to govern is derived from God. To say otherwise is to go against Catholic teaching for 2000 years.

So if you are going to Vote, vote on the side of God.

God help us.

Dieu Le Roy!
de Brantigny


Marine Corps Birthday

Well it is coming up to that time again, the anniversary of the founding of the Marine Corps, the corps in which I served for 22 years.

The Marine Corps was born on November 10, 1775 when the Continental Congress authorized Robert Mullen, proprietor of the Tun Tavern to raise two battalions of Marines. Since that time the Tun Tavern has been recognized as the birthplace of the United States Marine Corps. Imagine a Marine in a tavern!

My oldest son Daniel is also a former Marine, a gun captain on a M198, 155 MM howitzer. Just two of us in a family full of sailors.

Being the day before veterans day, (Rememberance day in Britain) the Marine Corps birthday has always had special meaning.

Semper Fidelis,
de Brantigny


Life is precious.

Dieu Le Roy!
de Brantigny

A Family Portrait

Catherine Delors posted this family portrait of the Imperial family of Marie-Antoinette in 1755. It is in effect the family photo, of the proud parents of Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna von Hapsburg-Lothringen. The reader will be reminded that the opening moves of the 7 Years War have already been made.

Marie-Antoinette was the 15th child of the Emperor Francis I Stephen and his wife Empress Maria Theresa. Even in a time when large families were common, this can only be described as Homeric...

In the portrait I noticed that one brother (I think it is the Archduke Ferdinand) is wearing Hungarian trousers.

Thank you Catherine, and a tip of the beret to you.

Dieu le Roy
de Brantigny

Miracle Portrait

Have you ever noticed that when true visions of the Virgin appear, it is by word of mouth that the majority of the Faithful find out. It is as if Mary in her humility does not wish to make a show of her apparitions. I found a redirect to this from Good Jesuit, Bad Jesuit.

"Painted By Angels". . . Colombia's Miracle Portrait of Virgin & Child

by Paul Likoudis (excerpt)

Shortly after becoming Pope, Benedict XVI startled Latin America's leading prelates by informing them he would travel to Brazil in 2007 to open the fifth meeting of CELAM, the Latin American Bishops' Conference. The date of the conference had been set, but the place had not been, and, according to La Chiesa's Sandro Magister, Benedict XVI asked what Brazil's most famous Marian shrine was.

The Brazilian bishops responded, the Aparecida, and Benedict quickly replied, "I'll be there, in May."

The story is found in Tradition in Action, in part...

Back in the 18th century, Maria Mueses de Quinones, an Indian woman from the village of Potosi, Colombia, often walked the six miles between her village and the neighboring one of Ipiales. One day in 1754 as she was making the journey, she approached the place called Las Lajas (the Rocks), where the trail passes through a deep gorge of the Guaitara River. Maria never liked this part of the trail. There were rumors that a cave in Las Lajas was haunted. Such superstitions lingered amongst the converted Christian Indians.

She was carrying her daughter Rosa, a deaf-mute, on her back in the Indian fashion. By the time she had climbed to Las Lajas, she was weary and sat on a rock to rest. The child got down from her back to play.

After a while, Rosa emerged from the cave shouting: “Mama, there is a woman in here with a boy in her arms!” Maria was beside herself with the fright since this was the first time she had heard her daughter speak. She did not see the figures the girl was talking about, nor did she want to. She grabbed the child and hastened on to Ipiales.

When she recounted what had happened, no one took her seriously at first. However, as the news spread, some asked if perhaps it were true. After all, the child was now able to speak.

A few days later, the child Rosa disappeared from her home. After looking everywhere, the anguished Maria guessed that her daughter must have gone to the cave. The child had often said that the Lady was calling her. Maria ran to Las Lajas and found her daughter in front of a noble Lady and playing affectionately with a Child who had come down from His mother’s arms to let the girl enjoy His divine tenderness. Maria fell to her knees before this beautiful spectacle; she had seen the Blessed Virgin and the Divine Infant.

"The Child Jesus is in our Lady's arms. On one side of our Lady is St. Francis; on the other is St. Dominic. Her delicate and regal features are those of a Latin American, perhaps an Indian. Her abundant black hair covers her like a mantle (the two-dimensional crown is metal and was added by devotees much later on). Her eyes sparkle with a pure and friendly joy. She looks about 14 years old. The Indians had no doubt: This was their queen . . .

"But who put this magnificent image there? The author has never been identified! Scoffers say the wily Dominicans sneaked in a good artist, and the gullible Indians are still being fooled. But tests done when the church was built show how stupendous this image actually is.

"Geologists from Germany bored core samples from several spots in the image. There is no paint, no dye, nor any other pigment on the surface of the rock. The colors are the colors of the rock itself. Even more incredible, the rock is perfectly colored to a depth of several feet!"




I have been remiss in adding articles to my blog. I appologize, work and other problems have keep me from writing.

Some thing I have missed writing about,

>Friday, 31 October was the anniversary of my ship the USS Iwo Jima, LPH-2 having a catastrophic explosion in a steam line in the boiler room. 10 men were killed the most fortunate ones immediately. It was a eye opener to many of the younger sailors and Marines about what going off to war meant. My wife heard about it as she was driving to her duty station (she was a Navy Corpsman). I got a chance to call her later in the day after the ship was towed in the dock.

>Last week my wife and I went the Waxhaws for a gathering of the Clans, (she is from Clan Robertson), and then went to a scenic drive through the mountains on the Appalachian trail, from where Suzanne took some great pictures. I hope to post more as soon as she sends them to me.

>Wednesday we went to Durham for an appointment t the VA, leaving there we tooka short trip to Bright Leaf Center. There is a real antique book store there at which I bought an 1816 print of King Charles I and his Queen that were copied from an original manuscript. They are awaiting a frame. Also I found some very old post cards of France including La Petite Hameau at Trianon. Printed in 1913, and in black and white they will make a nice addition to my study. I hope to reproduce them here soon.

>Today being All Souls Day I am relfecting on those souls which have gone before me. It is also the Translation of the Relics of John Henry Cardinal Newman, which is being telecast on EWTN. The Mass is in the extraordinary rite. That rite never fails to lift one to a higher place.

>...And today is the Birthday of the Queen-Martyr Marie-Antoinette. May her soul be counted among the Saints. Following the link will take you to Elena-Maria's Tea at Trianon. By clicking here you will be taken to Catherine Delors in Paris for a look at the young Archduchess in a happier time.

Dieu Le Roy!
de Brantigny