For Sale: Ad Completorium (x2), My Sunday Missal (hardcover & softcover)

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March 02, 2013, 01:39:14 AM Last Edit: March 02, 2013, 02:18:09 AM by Kaesekopf
I've begun the task of selling off some of my Catholic books.  Mostly because I don't need them anymore and have no use for them (I have my favorites, haha).

I have for offer the booklet "Ad Completorium", a book published by the FSSP and Saint Austin Press.  It contains the full Latin and English text for Compline throughout the year (and in all the seasons) in the 1962 books.  Approved for liturgical use.  Complete rubrical instructions.  $5 a piece. 

I have a hardcover My Sunday Missal by Fr. Stedman for sale as well.  Pictures attached.  $7.  From 1952.

I also have a softcover My Sunday Missal by Fr. Stedman for sale.  Pictures attached as well.  $5.  From 1949. 

Any questions, lemme know.  You'll pay for shipping, naturally.    If you want all four books, let me know. 

Payment via Paypal is preferred.






























Wie dein Sonntag, so dein Sterbetag.

I am not altogether on anybody's side, because nobody is altogether on my side.  ~Treebeard, LOTR

Jesus son of David, have mercy on me.

MilesChristi

#1
March 14, 2013, 06:00:00 AM
still have that missal?
What's your asking price?
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Kaesekopf

#2
March 14, 2013, 10:36:08 AM
I do!  Its in the OP.  $7 for the hardcover, $5 for the softcover.  It'll be $2 for shipping, because I forgot about shipping cost, Lol.   

I got your pm but answer is here.  Sorry for not being quicker on the reply, no internet for a few days. D:
Wie dein Sonntag, so dein Sterbetag.

I am not altogether on anybody's side, because nobody is altogether on my side.  ~Treebeard, LOTR

Jesus son of David, have mercy on me.

MilesChristi

#3
March 15, 2013, 10:48:35 AM
I'll buy it either Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday next week, got no access to the internet until late on Sunday.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Kaesekopf

#4
March 15, 2013, 11:05:28 AM
Awesome sauce.
Wie dein Sonntag, so dein Sterbetag.

I am not altogether on anybody's side, because nobody is altogether on my side.  ~Treebeard, LOTR

Jesus son of David, have mercy on me.

MilesChristi

#5
March 20, 2013, 01:51:56 PM
Messere,

should I send the paypal to your suscipedomine email address, or another one?

Also, do you have my mailing address?

I'm ordering the hard cover.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Kaesekopf

#6
March 20, 2013, 09:13:50 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on March 20, 2013, 01:51:56 PM
Messere,

should I send the paypal to your suscipedomine email address, or another one?

Also, do you have my mailing address?

I'm ordering the hard cover.

PM being sent.
Wie dein Sonntag, so dein Sterbetag.

I am not altogether on anybody's side, because nobody is altogether on my side.  ~Treebeard, LOTR

Jesus son of David, have mercy on me.
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