A happy Victoria Day weekend to all our readers! While this is also the memorial of the Mother of the Church, and Our Lady of Sheshan, we should not neglect the political history of our own country, as a French, then a British colony, under both crowns. For better or worse, the Brits won out, even if la langue et culture francaises still exist in la belle province – and, as an anglophone, if not an anglophile, pardonnez ma francais.
Some have dubbed this ‘May 2-4’, I suppose since it often falls somewhat close to the 24th of May – the birthday of Queen Victoria, which is what we are, in theory, celebrating, although I’m not sure how many Canadians realize that, as they spend their r and r time as they will on this first ‘long weekend’ of the summer which, by royal decree, is always the one with the Monday prior to the 25th of May, the day Queen Victoria was born in 1819. Why Victoria’s birthday? Well, she the queen who granted Canada her parliamentary independence from Great Britain on July 1st, 1867.
Victoria is Britain’s second longest reigning monarch, having become queen a month after her 18th birthday, upon the death of her uncle, William IV, and reigned until until the end of her long life on the 22nd of January, 1901, at the age of 81, having governed England well and truly for 63 years, seven months and two days.
Queen Elizabeth II passed her record a while back, currently in the 70th year of her own reign (!). Ad multos annos, and I can only add, may she accept the fullness of the Faith, before she sees the fullness of her years.
This holiday reminds us that Canada is not a republic, nor even technically a completely independent ‘country’, but rather a Dominion, a constitutional monarchy under the King or Queen of the British Isles and its dominions, who delegates his or her authority to the Governor-General, who in turn by writ permits the democratically-elected Prime Minister to govern in the monarch’s name. I wonder whether in this last election the writ should have been dropped, preferably down a deep, dark hole. But we likely get the leaders we deserve, and must endure, like the Israelites of old under their own unjust potentates.
But this day also has the connotation of the classic 24-case of Canadian beer – or, alas, the American stuff that strives to mimic this ancient and noble beverage. Of course, mass produced ale or lager – the former more classic beer than the latter, for it was what the monks made and drank, and still do – will never match the real craft varieties, especially those still made in monasteries, ad maiorem Dei gloriam, tinged with the divine charity and devotion of those consecrated to God’s service. You can always tell a true Trappist ale since it has the little logo on the bottle – and, when you purchase one and imbibe, you do double duty: Not only do you partake in the finest beverages out there, but for part of the proceeds go towards the work and upkeep of those same monks. So drinking a beer is even more of a prayer than it already might be.
Still, I for one am with Chesterton, hoping for some Arthurian Catholic King of England to assume the throne, and kick some constitutional sense into the moral flabbiness and entropy of this once-strong nation. But that may have to come from the ground-up, so to speak, from all those noble and humble souls – that is, all you readers – who work and toil in the trenches, striving in so many ways to build a culture of life, and who will not give up, even though the enemy streams over the gates, onto the beaches and into the streets. For God wills what the Duke of Wellington exhorted in another context of uncertain outcome: that each one of us be found doing our duty. For God first – king and country, second.