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According to last week’s poll, your favorite fusion cuisines are Tex-Mex (does this count?), Arab-Mexican, Korean soul food, Korean tacos, Vietnamese-French, tortilla pizza, Chindian, Portuguese-Chinese from Macau, “Appalatin” (Mexican and Appalachian), Croatian-Australian, Japanese-Peruvian, and Italian-American. Your favorite grain is wheat (32.4%), followed by Rice (30.6%). Some of you like Corn (13.5%) or Oats (also 13.5), and the rest of you like grains the rest of us haven’t heard of, or else used this question to joke about rye whisky. Only some of you feel any connection to your ancestry, mostly through the knowledge of shared faith or through family research, recipes, or stories and documents passed down by your grandparents. A handful of you feel you have a real material connection to your family’s past. You like mustard on your hot dogs.

This week’s poll can be found here.

As always, feel free to send us questions here or newsletter mailbag items (especially your prayer requests) here. Follow us on Twitter at @thelampmagazine.


• In 2019, Amazon made more than thirteen billion dollars in profits, of which it paid about one percent in taxes. It somehow never occurs to either of us when we sit down each year to prepare our returns that if we wanted to almost nothing we should consider increasing our incomes several hundred-million-fold.

• On a related note, the Holy Father reminds us that there are fifty people now living who have between them financial resources sufficient to provide all the world’s children with medical care and a good education. One should wonder why it is that some of our politicians suggest that the resources of an entire nation—the world’s wealthiest—are not enough to look after all those residing within our borders.

• A recent-ish survey reveals that some ninety percent of persons who earn more than five-hundred thousand dollars a year say that they are “completely” or ”very” satisfied with their lives. Not a single respondent in this income range reported being unsatisfied with his or her life. To be filed under the heading “Verily I say etc.”

• A report suggests that at least two-hundred sixty million Christians were persecuted around the world last year.

• Another new study purports to reveal that doing jumping jacks makes children happy when they are at school. We refuse—even in the “Numbers” section of this bulletin—to quote the figures allegedly undergirding a proposition so self-evidently true.



• The Seminary of Christ the King in the Diocese of Buffalo is closing.

• It has been reported that at least one member of the London-based Windsor-Mountbatten family is to be married while another member is being criticized and yet others still are doing something—breathing perhaps—that is no doubt of significance to someone.

• A new professional football league is set to debut this weekend. Among other things that remain unclear—the reasons for the various absurd changes that the league’s organizers have made to the rules of the game—is the word for which the initial “X” stands in its name.


Lean back, and get some minutes’ peace;
Let your head lean
Back to the shoulder with its fleece
Of locks, Faustine.

— Sᴡɪɴʙᴜʀɴᴇ


O my songs! whose winsome measures
Filled my heart with secret rapture!
Children of my golden leisures!
Must even your delights and pleasures
Fade and perish with the capture?

— Lᴏɴɢғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ


Within a vale each infant year,
When earliest larks first carol free,
To humble shepherds doth appear
A wondrous maiden fair to see. 

Not born within that lowly place;
From whence she wandered, none could tell;
Her parting footsteps left no trace,    
When once the maiden sighed farewell.

And blessèd was her presence there:
Each heart, expanding, grew more gay;
Yet something loftier still than fair
Kept man’s familiar looks away.

From fairy gardens known to none
She brought mysterious fruits and flowers;
The products of a brighter sun, 
Of nature more benign than ours.

With each, her gifts the maiden shared,—
To some the fruits, the flowers to some:
Alike the young, the aged, fared;
Each bore a blessing back to home.

Though every guest was welcome there,
Yet some the maiden held more dear;
And culled her rarest sweets whene’er
She saw two loving hearts draw near.

— Sᴄʜɪʟʟᴇʀ (trans. Bᴜʟᴡᴇʀ-Lʏᴛᴛᴏɴ)

From the mailbag:

Rᴏʙ writes: “Could I please ask your readers to pray for Bill, a maintenance worker at my children’s school who is fighting cancer?  Thank you!”

Another reader writes: “Asking for prayers as I begin to seriously plan asking my girlfriend to marry me.”

Another asks: “Do you take ‘Integralism’ seriously, or do you just go along with it because it’s hilarious to pretend that America will soon be ruled by a Catholic monarch from the House of Bourbon?”

Please. We are Jacobites, not Legitimists!

Finally, the following correspondence: “Small comment on an answer from last week’s poll: as a funeral director, I have to protest that for me, it’s a ministry, not a  ‘for profit’ industry. We don’t get paid nearly enough for the hours we work. That being said, I’ve never met a ‘non-profit’ cemetery. My advice would be to become friends with one.”


We ask readers to pray for all expectant mothers, for all recent converts and persons under religious instruction, in particular those whose conversions have strained relations with their families and friends, for women religious, for godparents, for disabled persons, for seminarians, and for the intentions of the Holy Father.

— W.B., M.W.