Thursday, November 5, 2026

Secret Numbers and Royal Betrayal

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From Tony Riches:

How a queen’s secret correspondence helped sustain the Royalist cause as England descended into civil war.

One of the challenges in writing about the English Civil War is the number of ‘rabbit holes’ to distract me. One example is exploring the wealth of secret correspondence between the king and queen. 

In the summer of 1642, England faced catastrophe. King Charles I and Parliament reached an impasse, armies gathered, and Queen Henrietta Maria was in The Hague, working to raise money and secure the weapons her husband desperately needed. The problem was a letter could be intercepted, its contents exposed, and the information used against the Crown.

Henrietta Maria and Charles relied on secret codes or ‘ciphers’. Their letters were more than messages between husband and wife. They were full of information about money, military supplies, diplomatic negotiations and people whose loyalties might determine the outcome of the coming war.

As part of my research into this I bought a copy of the original letters from Queen Henrietta Maria to Charles I, including correspondence written in ciphers. These letters provide a fascinating glimpse into a secret world, hidden behind an apparently meaningless string of numbers. (Read more.)

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The Numbers Don't Lie

 From Tierney's Real News:

25 million Republicans stayed home because Trump wasn’t on the ballot and Democrats outvoted us by 11 million votes and those votes were targeted to races that Democrats needed to win to secure a wide margin in the House and Senate!

In plain English, about 11 million more Democrats showed up relative to their presidential baseline than Republicans did relative to theirs. In several states the Democratic candidate actually got *more* votes than Harris received in 2024. That did not happen on the Republican side at all.

If the standard “people just don’t vote in midterms” excuse were true, both parties should have seen roughly the same kind of drop. They didn’t. Republicans collapsed without Trump on the ballot. Democrats did not.

That is exactly what Trump has been saying. He was the one who brought those voters out. When he wasn’t there, a huge chunk of the coalition stayed home. The professional Republican get-out-the-vote operation, the consultants, the state parties, the “ground game” everyone was supposed to be running — it did not replace him. The numbers show it. (Read more.)
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Who Killed the Fairies?

 From Simon's British Mythology:

In the last five hundred years there have been periods of enthusiasm for fairies among writers and, more usually, generations of indifference and disdain (the ‘deserts’ of the title). Looking back at the years since the Reformation, a juicy half millennium of British history, I can identify three periods when fairies were important in national British culture. The first might be called ‘Elizabethan plus’ and stretches from about 1570 to the English Civil War: in this period playwrights and poets could not shut up about fairies. Indeed, no twee rhyme was complete/ without a fairy feat (see what I did there?) The second stretches through most of the nineteenth century. British folklore collectors tried their best, at this time, to scribble down everything they could about the ‘hill folk’ and their deeds. This peaked perhaps in the 1880s or 1890s. By the Great War it was most certainly over. Then the third period of enthusiasm started about thirty years ago… I am writing in the middle of it. It too, of course, will end.

Fairylore did not alter very much in the first four hundred years. Compare Elizabethan fairylore (and we have two extraordinary books) with nineteenth-century fairylore (where we don’t have any great books).1 If you do so you will see that fairylore remained essentially the same out in the British countryside. Fairies had not vanished there. They were part of the old order: the grim grind of surviving in a landscape which dated back to the Neolithic. The fairy enthusiasms and the periods of disdain (which turned on and off like a faulty bulb) were the inconsequential fashion choices of a relatively small literate class. The Elizabethan and Caroline scribblers particularly seem to have had no influence on rural fairylore. As a historian I find this counter-intuitive. I expect things to mutate: I probably also have the prejudice deep inside me that intellectual elite matter outside intellectual elites. But what has impressed me in a decade and a half in supernatural studies is that rural folklore is extraordinarily conservative and extraordinarily resilient. The reason that these periods of fashion matter is that when the light bulb comes on we see the fairies in our sources. (Read more.)

 

The Isles of the Blessed. From The Library of Lewis and Tolkien:

One of the most stirring elements of Tolkien’s mythology glimpsed in The Lord of the Rings is the recurring allusions to a distant and enchanted island — an island of the elves — that lies far out in the Western seas. The tantalizing knowledge of this mysterious realm frames the narrative itself: we hear of this remote region early on, in the second chapter of the book, when the narrator mentions (almost in passing) that “past the old towers beyond the western borders of the Shire” lie “the Grey Havens, from which at times elven-ships set sail, never to return.” And at (nearly) the end of the book, Frodo, wounded, bereaved, and restless, journeys there to be healed, and with Frodo we glimpse it at last, the “white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.”

In between, allusions to the lands across the western sea recur all throughout the book. The elves hold it in memory, they sing of it, here and there they speak of going back one day; and the shadow of what the elves’ return to this land — their eventual departure from Middle-earth — forebodes hangs over the whole narrative: we know that something irreplaceably good and beautiful will have gone out of the world.

Meanwhile, the world of The Chronicles of Narnia also features a mysterious and enchanted land that lies far, far out beyond the sea, that lies indeed at the world’s very end: “Aslan’s country,” the homeland of the Great Lion himself. Our first indication that Aslan comes to Narnia — like Tolkien’s Elves to Middle-earth — from beyond the sea comes from one of Aslan’s epithets when we first meet him in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe: he is “the son of the Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea.”

And as with the end of The Lord of the Rings, in the final chapter of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, we catch a glimpse of Aslan’s country: a vast mountain range lying beyond the world, “warm and green and full of forests and waterfalls however high you looked.” (But in Lewis’ world the enchanted land beyond the waves lies not in the West, but in the East, the direction of the sunrise.)

It is striking that both Narnia and Middle-earth contain stories of remote and enchanted lands situated across the sea, lands of great beauty and goodness that lie across the waves and beyond the mortal world. This image — and the ache of longing evoked by it — was clearly one that both authors felt deeply. (A shared sensibility that they no doubt discussed with one another as well.) Where does the image of such a land come from, and why did both men respond so powerfully to it? (Read more.)


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Tuesday, November 3, 2026

The Christening of Marie-Antoinette

Gareth Russell describes Marie-Antoinette's baptism and early childhood, as follows:
As with most of the Hapsburg girls for the last two centuries, the baby's first name was given in honour of the Virgin Mary, whom the Austrian imperial family was especially devoted to; subsequent names were then added in honour of Saint Anthony, her Portuguese godfather and Saint John the Evangelist. Thus, the new baby formally presented at the Church of the Augustine Friars for baptism into the Christian Faith on the following day was Her Imperial Highness the Archduchess Maria-Antonia-Josefa-Johanna von Hapsburg of Austria, Alsace and Lorraine.

The christening itself took place in the church's latest addition, a beautiful ante-camera, which can still be seen today, with two of the baby's elder siblings - Josef and Maria-Anna - standing in for the Portuguese king and queen who, naturally, could not be expected to travel all the way from Lisbon for the ceremony. Although they were amongst the eldest of the Emperor and Empress's children, it's my hunch that Josef and Maria-Anna were picked to stand proxy because they conveniently also had the same Christian names as the King and Queen of Portugal. With the exception of the Empress, who was still in seclusion, the Imperial Family sat on a pew near the font, where Maria-Antonia was christened by the Archbishop of Vienna, Cardinal von Trautson. Where possible, the Empress preferred to have the children baptised by the Papal Nuncio, however the new nuncio, Cardinal Visconti, had not yet been formally presented at Court and was therefore ineligible to perform the ceremony.

Sitting in the pew, before the eyes of the Court, Church and military, little Maria-Antonia's bevy of brothers and sisters made an impressive show of imperial fecundity.They were living proof that all was well within the House of Hapsburg and that the common criticism that the family was debilitatingly inbred did not apply to the Austrian branch of this formidable clan. Several of Maria-Antonia's siblings had predeceased her and, at the time of her christening, eleven of the children remained alive. Apart from 14 year-old Josef, the crown prince, and 17 year-old Maria-Anna, an intelligent girl with a crooked back who had already decided on a vocation as a nun in Prague,  the imperial siblings congregated in the Augustinian Church on that chilly November afternoon included Maria-Antonia's six other sisters - their mother's favourite, Maria-Christina, the family beauty, Maria-Elisabeth, the impetuous Maria-Amalia, 5 year-old Maria-Johanna, 4 year-old Maria-Josefa and the toddler, Maria-Caroline, destined to be Marie-Antoinette's favourite sister and childhood playmate . They were joined by their three brothers, all junior to Josef in the line of succession; 10 year-old Karl, 8 year-old Leopold and the baby, Ferdinand. (Read more.)
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Communism Never Cared about Your Factory

 From The Elegant Ruin:

In textbooks, and in the minds of the credentialed semi-literates who populate our universities, the difference between capitalism and communism comes down to a mode of production, that is, to who owns the means of production, private hands on one side and the state on the other. This schoolroom definition is so comfortable that even the enemies of communism repeat it without noticing that they are reciting the adversary's catechism, which is precisely what Gramsci would have called, with the smile of a man who won without firing a shot, hegemony.

The trouble is that total state ownership of the economy has never existed and never will, because it is an economic impossibility pure and simple. Ludwig von Mises demonstrated as much back in 1920, and the communists, after a few feeble kicks, never managed to refute him. That is exactly why, in every communist regime in history, a considerable slice of the economy remained in private hands. At first it lived in a clandestinity tolerated by governments that knew everything would collapse without it, and later it came out into the open under the name of perestroika or whatever euphemism the moment required.

Now, if real communism lives so comfortably alongside private capital, then the much-advertised collective ownership of the means of production was never more than a carrot dangling before the donkey, a hypnotic pretext for marching the faithful toward a paradise postponed unto the ages of ages. Broadly speaking, what these regimes always did was give up on the economy, which is untamable by nature, and concentrate on whatever could be controlled with little effort, namely parties, the press, schools, religion and cultural institutions. Master half a dozen channels and you master the whole of society without ever having to fix the price of bread. (Read more.)


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The Lack of What Ought To Be Is Calling to You

 From Matriarch Goals:

The holiday season, or the Mom Olympics as I call it, is the primary means of drafting and converting ourselves, our children, and our friends to the culture of life. It is the most effective tool for evangelization. Not “the discourse,” not door-to-door harassment of non-believers, not college, not even k-12 education. What we do in our homes on Holy Days or holidays is the primary means of giving the faith to our children, building the culture, and establishing our folkways. It’s similar to the habit of sitting down to family dinner, which is the primary means of raising children into a family culture that they will be hard-pressed to abandon or reject.

If you have never looked at the social science surrounding family dinners, please take a moment to acquaint yourself. This one practice is so important, so vastly superior to all other customs of childrearing and family culture formation, that your pediatrician likely asked your mom if the family ever sat down to dinner together in order to assess your general health and well-being when you were a kid. There is no other thing that even comes close to the numerous benefits that family dinner delivers to the human soul, character, and even intellectual formation. (Read more.)

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Monday, November 2, 2026

The Beauty That Makes Men Build

 

From To the Ends of the Earth:

Only much later did I realize that what captivated me wasn’t simply feminine beauty. It was feminine beauty illuminated by virtue. And that realization eventually led me to a lovesick Florentine poet named Dante Alighieri, a young woman named Beatrice, and perhaps the greatest lesson ever written about why beauty has the extraordinary power to awaken the human heart.

Dante and I actually have a lot in common.

We’re both hopeless romantics.

The only difference is that he was a fourteenth-century Italian poet who gave the world one of the greatest works of literature ever written, and I’m a project coordinator from Georgia writing about my celebrity crushes on Substack. So he’s got me there.

If you’ve never read Dante, you’ve probably at least heard the name. Most people know him because of The Divine Comedy—Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso. They think it’s a story about Hell.

It isn’t.

It’s a story about love.

Or maybe more accurately, it’s a story about where love ultimately leads.

Long before Dante wrote about descending into Hell or climbing the mountain of Purgatory, there was a woman named Beatrice. According to tradition, Dante first saw her when they were both about nine years old. He encountered her only a handful of times throughout his life. They never courted. They never married. There was no grand romance worthy of Hollywood. If you pitched their story to a movie producer today, they’d probably reject it for “not enough chemistry.”

And yet, she became the great love of his life.

Not because she belonged to him, but because she changed him.

In La Vita Nuova (The New Life), Dante describes seeing Beatrice for the first time with words that almost sound excessive—until you’ve encountered someone who changes your life simply by existing. He writes, “At that instant, I say truly that the spirit of life, which dwells in the most secret chamber of the heart, began to tremble so violently that even the least pulses of my body shook.” (Read more.)

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Why Christians Must Vote

 From Tierney's Real News:

Your church is a “political” group. Your city, state, and nation are. Refusing to participate does not keep your hands clean. It hands the pen to those who will write rules that make it harder for the next generation to live quiet, Godly lives.

As the saying goes: “You might not be interested in politics, but politics is interested in you.”

If that isn’t enough to convince you to get off the couch and vote in this mid-term election, here’s another argument that is even more compelling.

US Senate seats are 6 year terms so your vote on Tuesday will not only help Trump codify his America First agenda for the next two years but influence the NEXT President in his first term in office. Elon is right and I never thought about it this way before. Vote MAGA Republican to keep the borders closed and the atheist Communists and Jihadis out of America for at least the next 6 years. That’s not hyperbole, just fact. (Read more.)

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The Death and Hope of Fall

 From El Antiguo:

Michaelmas felt like a door to autumn; the golden fatness of pecans starting to turn, the heat-baked smells of hay, harvest in the heat and the coolness of lemonade in the shade. Now I watch the first blue norther come in from my porch, smell the petrichor and hear the murmuring trees creak their branches. Now—as we enter the Hallowtide Triduum—something more final has breathed across the land.

It is Death.

On the coming of Fall, it is fitting to meditate upon death. The ancient pagans knew that this was a time of thinness, where the veil between life and death was gauze-scant. And they feared the dead. The Church, which baptizes all things good and true and beautiful, and re-orients them to God, took this awareness and the traditions that surrounded it and married them to Allhallowtide. The Natural, Agricultural, Psychological, and Cultural were married to and perfected in the Liturgical, which above all, turned the fear of death and demons, veils torn and veils thin, into a triumphant Hope. Death and Haunts aren’t what they used to be; in Christ (Firstborn of the Dead, not a Ghost but Flesh) Death is a door and Spirits are souls.

It is fitting indeed. We meditate upon death, and how it is no longer the End. We pray for the souls of the Church Penitent, undergoing the sanctification in Purgatory. We pray with the Church Triumphant, worshipping and interceding for us before the very throne of the Father. And we pray as the Church Militant, who fights here on Earth, armed to the teeth against the powers of darkness.

There’s a dignity and a triumph in Hallowtide, despite the quiet presence of Death… or rather, because of the presence of Death. (Read more.)

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