And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
The Stag with a Cross above it comes from the story of the Christian spiritual conversion of Saint Hubertus (Hubert of Liège).
"Hubert's wife died giving birth to their son Floribert, and his grief prompted him to retreat from the court. He withdrew into the forests of the Ardennes and gave himself up entirely to hunting.
Legend holds that on a Good Friday morning, while the faithful were in church, Hubert was hunting in the forest. As he pursued a magnificent stag or hart, the animal turned and Hubert was astounded to see a crucifix floating between its antlers. He heard a voice saying: "Hubert unless thou turnest to the Lord and leadest a holy life, thou shalt quickly go down into Hell." Hubert dismounted and prostrated himself, and after asking "Lord, what wouldst Thou have me do?" is told, "Go and seek Lambert, and he will instruct you."
Saint Hubertus is the patron saint of hunting (hence the choice of the name “Jaegermeister”). He became Bishop of Maastricht, in the Dutch province of Limburg, bordering Germany and Belgium (he later moved to Liège, Belgium). His Feast Day is 3 November.
When I was stationed in Europe I was a member of a Dutch (horse) riding club near Brunssum, in Limburg right on the border with Germany. Every November they held a Saint Hubertus ride through the Brunssumerheide, the local forest. We’d dress in traditional riding clothes (black and white) and go for a long ride, with a few jumps, through the forest, ending up at a restaurant where our nonriding companions would meet us, and have lunch. Also a fair amount of beer, wine, schnapps, and of course, Jaegermeister. Then we would ride back to our home stables, groom and stable the horses, and adjourn to the stable bar. (Every Dutch stable I visited had a bar. I can’t imagine this in the US, but the Dutch kept it under control.)
Jagermeister… mmmmmm….
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ReplyDeleteThe Stag with a Cross above it comes from the story of the Christian spiritual conversion of Saint Hubertus (Hubert of Liège).
ReplyDelete"Hubert's wife died giving birth to their son Floribert, and his grief prompted him to retreat from the court. He withdrew into the forests of the Ardennes and gave himself up entirely to hunting.
Legend holds that on a Good Friday morning, while the faithful were in church, Hubert was hunting in the forest. As he pursued a magnificent stag or hart, the animal turned and Hubert was astounded to see a crucifix floating between its antlers. He heard a voice saying: "Hubert unless thou turnest to the Lord and leadest a holy life, thou shalt quickly go down into Hell." Hubert dismounted and prostrated himself, and after asking "Lord, what wouldst Thou have me do?" is told, "Go and seek Lambert, and he will instruct you."
Saint Hubertus is the patron saint of hunting (hence the choice of the name “Jaegermeister”). He became Bishop of Maastricht, in the Dutch province of Limburg, bordering Germany and Belgium (he later moved to Liège, Belgium). His Feast Day is 3 November.
DeleteWhen I was stationed in Europe I was a member of a Dutch (horse) riding club near Brunssum, in Limburg right on the border with Germany. Every November they held a Saint Hubertus ride through the Brunssumerheide, the local forest. We’d dress in traditional riding clothes (black and white) and go for a long ride, with a few jumps, through the forest, ending up at a restaurant where our nonriding companions would meet us, and have lunch. Also a fair amount of beer, wine, schnapps, and of course, Jaegermeister. Then we would ride back to our home stables, groom and stable the horses, and adjourn to the stable bar. (Every Dutch stable I visited had a bar. I can’t imagine this in the US, but the Dutch kept it under control.)
It was a blast.
I'd be concerned about not returning the book.
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