What you have been waiting for all month, I’m sure, knowing that soon it would be St. Crispin’s.
The 3rd c. martyrs Crispin and Crispinian were killed in Soissons. They converted people as they plied their trade as cobblers and they were generous to the poor. They were persecuted by the local governor and eventually beheaded around on 25 Oct 286 in the time of the Emperor Diocletian. A different version has them in England, in Faversham, which is surely the version Shakespeare worked with. St. Eligius made a reliquary for the head of Crispinian.
Their remains are in the Basilica of San Lorenzo in Panisperna. Their altar and urn in the church.
“This day is called the Feast of Crispian…”, indeed, Sts. Crispin and Crispinian. Here is their altar and urn in the church, San Lorenzo in Panisperna, which is nearly always closed (I suspect due to sheer laziness).
“This day is called the Feast of Crispian…”

Now let get to the famous speech. I’ll bet more than one of you has it memorized.
Other times I posted this roundup there were great comments, especially from our long lost Semper Gumby whose observations we sorely miss and hope to enjoy again very soon. I really miss him. I should send Tracer Bullet out to find him.
Henry V (1944) directed by and starring Lawrence Olivier
Henry V (1989) directed by and starring Kenneth Branagh
Richard Burton’s version:
Tom Hiddleston from the Hollow Crown series. US HERE UK HERE
RATS…. gone.
This instead…
Renaissance Man with Lillo Brancato, Jr.
Here is another, from the well-reviewed Globe production.
Happy Feast of Sts. Crispin and Crispinian.
And let the revival of our liturgical worship continue.
The numbers of Holy Masses in the Extraordinary Form are growing, though but slowly.
Also, I fear that the number of bishops, priests and laity who accept what the Church teaches about marriage is shrinking.
For now content us saying “the fewer men, the greater share of honour”.
And remember… Latin is tooooo haaaaard for children.
They can’t possibly be expected to put on different clothing and recite something lofty from memory.










In the course of things, dawn broke over Rome and some confused, angry and misled pilgrims and denizens at 06:32. During the night, we went off the “daylight savings” here and so we gained back an hour of sleep. The sunset was therefore also later by the clock, now close again to solar time, at 17:16.




Sol hodie Romae ortus hora VII et XXVIII minutis, occidit hora XVIII et XX minutis. Campana autem <<Ave Maria>> pulsari debet hora XVIII et XXX minutis, decem minutis post solis occasum, Curia pro Romana.

On this Feast of St. John Paul II the sunrise over his former See was at 07:28.








Each of the “rioni” or districts of Rome have a characteristic fountain put in place in the 1920s. They have some symbol, pertinent to the area, such as this one, which has books for the original site of the Sapienza University and the stag’s head for the Church of St. Eustachio, which saint gives the name to the Rione. The books once has Fascist symbols, later chiseled off.


12th Oct 2026




















