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To add to Peter Jones' 'Learn Latin' my beloved got me 'Teach Yourself Beginner's Latin' by George Sharpley for Christmas. It comes with a CD and it is great to hear Latin spoken, especially as they quote some of Jerome's Vulgate with Late pronunciation - it's nice to hear some hard 'v's :-)

I've also managed to get a copy of 'A Glossary of Later Latin' by Souter, which will help me unravel some of the peculiarities of the period.

I'm working on my second Latin snippet for 'Commonitorium', but my workmates think I am even more crazy than usual, my Dad commends me for learning a language 'at your age' and my class were loyally impressed, once I'd explained I was doing it to keep senility at bay :-)
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Natale Christi felicem et faustum fortunatumque annum novum!

Christmas 2006

Luke 2:8-14

It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
(Translated by Robert J.M. Lindsay)

En, nocte venit media
Antiquum canticum
Terraeque lyris Angeli
Civere sonitum:
"Pax orbi et hominibus,
A Deo gratia";
Audivit summo reverens
Silentio terra.

Adhuc nunc alis devolant
per caelum expansis;
adhuc et cantus dispergunt
mortalibus fessis,
et tristes atque desertos
campos pervolitant,
semperque mundi strepitum
canentes superant.

Bellis peccatisque diu
hic mundus laesus est.
Annorum duo milia
iniusta passus est,
nec hoc amoris canticum
bellantes audiunt.
Tumultuosi, silente,
dum angeli canunt!

Nam dies mox approperant
Praedicti Prophetis,
Cum redit aetas aurea
Volventibus annis,
Cum Pax antiquam gloriam
Terris obiciet;
Et carmen, quod nunc Angelis
Canunt, orbis reddet.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold;
“Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From Heaven’s all gracious King.”
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O’er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains,
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever over its Babel sounds
The blessèd angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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Comitatus, Dateline 25th July 306 A.D.

Seventeen hundred years to the day since Constantine was acclaimed Caesar by his late father's troops here in York. We attended the commemoration service as representatives of those troops & as honour guard to Archbishop Sentamu.

The service was held at the Minster, site of the very principia where it all happened. But a few feet higher, obviously. The Archbishop's robes are brilliant - he's completely updated the fossilised robes & actually carries it off! They brought the statue of Constantine to life & Demetrius & the lads carried him to his chariot & we processed down Stonegate, the fort's Via Praetoria, while the bish boogied along to a carnival band, to the Museum Gardens where we stood guard on the Museum steps & were entertained by Panther dancers, thoughts for the future, including banning aeroplanes & an 'It's a Knockout' version of the execution of Christians in the persecutions. Um.

But there were enthusiastic kids with DIY corni, the Museum staff gave us water & the whole thing finished with a falconer chucking a golden eagle at the Rev. It swooped up, turned over the crowd & flew towards us, then soared up into the sun - Aquila Invictus!

As we marched off, I managed to get the hang of Victor's tuba, & landed myself with the job of tubicens.

At the C4th Roman Bath House, Victor had already set up our new ballista. After a well deserved pint, we named it Constantine with some ceremony - a healthy 4th Century mixture of Mithraistic (incense & cymbals) & trad. classical touches (libation of wine & grains etc) and a bit of Latin I'd put together, hopefully without too many glaring errors:

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Rather pleased to find "my arms can bend a bow of bronze" in Samuel :-)

The Sacramentum was hard to read by candlelight, but Fortunatus helped me out & all were sworn in for another year. I must memorise it.

In Latin ;-)

Graham at the Bath House was very welcoming & we had a nice drink to celebrate at the Yorkshire Terrier. All set for the big weekend at Barley Hall!


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