#Sidney Herbert

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Prominente staatsmanne en Protestante

Die dood van Sidney Herbert het 'n einde gemaak aan Florence Nightingale se droom om die Oorlogsdepartement te hervorm. Inderdaad, vir 'n oomblik, op die golf van teleurstelling, het sy vasgeklou aan 'n laaste hoop: sy het aan Galdstone geskryf en hom gevra om die werk van Sidney Herbert oor te neem. En Gladstone se reaksie was 'n roerende beskrywing van die begrafnis.

Die opeenvolgende staatsekretarisse het probeer om 'n goeie deel van wat gebou is af te breek, maar het nie heeltemal in hul voorneme geslaag nie; en vir nog tien jaar (1662 tot 1872) het Nightingale haar kragtige invloed in die Oorlogsbediening behou. Daarna het sy direkte betrekkinge met die weermag gestaak, en hy het sy energie, met steeds groter toewyding, op meer algemene probleme gerig. Haar werk vir hospitaalhervorming het enorme afmetings aangeneem namate sy toestande in klinieke en werkhuise verbeter het, en een van haar mees noemenswaardige geskrifte het die aanbevelings van die Armregskommissie van 1909 verwag. Die opleidingskool vir verpleegsters wat sy geskep het, met alles wat gevolg het in terme van inisiatiewe, kontroles, verantwoordelikhede en stryd, sou op sigself voldoende gewees het om die energie van ten minste twee mense van normale lewenskrag te absorbeer. En terselfdertyd het haar werk vir Indië, wat begin het met die Army Sanitary Commission in Indië, uitgebrei en in verskeie rigtings uitgebrei. Sy tentakels het tot by die Britse ministerie van Indië getrek en het selfs daarin geslaag om byna ontoeganklike hoë plekke in die hande te kry. Vir baie jare was dit gebruiklik dat die nuutaangestelde visekoning 'n besoek aan Florence Nightingale bring voordat hy Engeland verlaat.

Na baie huiwering het Nightingale haar in 'n klein huisie in Suidstraat gevestig, waar sy vir die res van haar lewe gebly het, tot op die rype ouderdom van een-en-negentig. Haar onsekere gesondheid het geleidelik verbeter, die akute krisisse het minder gereeld geword en uiteindelik heeltemal verdwyn, sy het 'n invalide gebly, maar 'n invalide met 'n eienaardige eienskap: sy was te swak om na onder te gaan, maar kon harder werk as baie kabinetsministers. Sy siekte, wat dit ook al was, was beslis nie sonder sy positiewe aspekte nie: dit het isolasie geverg, en dit was 'n buitengewone, ongeëwenaarde isolasie, kan mens amper sê, wat die hoeksteen van sy lewe was. Die Nightingale het op die bank in die boonste slaapkamer in Suidstraat gelê en die intense lewenskragtigheid van 'n vasberade sosiale persoon gekombineer met die geheimsinnige en aanloklike eienskappe van 'n mite. Hy was 'n lewenslange legende, en hy het dit geweet. Hy het beide die vreugdes van mag geniet, soos daardie Oosterse keisers wat hul outokratiese regering op onsigbaarheid gegrond het, en die kontrasterende bevrediging van roem en anonimiteit. En hy het gevind dat die voorwendsel van siekte as 'n versperring vir mans se oë amper dieselfde doeltreffendheid as 'n hofseremonie gehad het. Prominente staatsmanne en

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Herbert Sidney (British, 1855 - 1923) - Fair Rosamund

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Sidney Herbert Sime (1865-1941), 'There Was A Crooked Man', ''Princess Marie-Jose's Children's Book'', 1916 Source

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Sidney Herbert Sime (1865-1941), The impassible gulf :: [Guillaume Gris]

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"The waves, the movement and the energy are one and the same. What is important is to understand the energy itself, the pure energy."

~ Mme Jeanne de Salzmann

[Thanks Ian Sanders]

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The Waterfall by Sidney Herbert Sime (1865–1941)

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Sidney Herbert Sime

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No.2490 The Mermaid (pen und Indian ink with wc on paper) by Sidney Herbert Sime

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Sidney Herbert Sime - Figure of a woman.

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Herbert Sidney Palmer; Path to Long Lake, Haliburton

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ACCENT ON YOUTH (1935), Herbert Marshall and Sylvia Sidney

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La puerta del conocimiento (Sidney Herbert Sime)

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2021: Marianella Laszlo, attrice italiana. Laszlo inizia a recitare in teatro prima dei vent’anni, per poi debuttare in televisione nel 1968. In televisione partecipa anche a spettacoli musicali o comici. E’ stata la compagna e poi la seconda moglie Gianrico Tedeschi con il quale avrà una figlia, Sveva, anche lei attrice. Nella maggior parte delle volte ha recitato accanto a Tedeschi e anche con…

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Sidney Herbert Sime (1865-1941), ''The Idler'', #6, Jan. 1898 Source

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ON THIS DAY - 27 October 1561

On This Day (27 Oct) 1561, Lady Mary Sidney, later Mary Herbert, Countess of Pembroke, was born at Tickenhall Manor, Bewdley; the daughter of Sir Henry Sidney and his wife Mary Dudley.

At the time of her birth, father Henry had been appointed as Lord President of the Council in Wales, whilst mother Mary was a member of Elizabeth I's court, being a Gentlewoman of the Privy Council, and subsequent close confidant of the queen.

Mary was the younger sister of Sir Philip Sidney, the Elizabethan soldier and poet, who famously composed 'Astrophel and Stella', said to be inspired by Lady Penelope Devereux, the stepdaughter of their uncle, Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester. Along with her brother, she received a classical humanist education, including learning Latin, Greek, French and Italian, prior to attending court; their mother having contracted smallpox in 1562, leaving her permanently scarred and disfigured, subsequently restricting her own attendance at court.

By 1577, Mary had married Henry Herbert, 2nd Earl of Pembroke, in a union arranged by her uncle Robert Dudley; this marriage, the third for the older Earl, produced 4 children, including sons William and Philip. William Shakespeare's 'First Folio, published in 1623, was dedicated to these "incomparable pair of brethren".

Mary herself was one of the most prolific female writers, translators and literary patrons in late 16th and early 17th England. She provided a base at her home Wilton House, near Salisbury, for the gathering of influential writers and poets of the day, including Edmund Spenser (author of 'The Faerie Queen' c.1590) and Samuel Daniel, later tutor to Lady Anne Clifford. Along with her husband, Mary also provided patronage to 'Pembroke's Men', one of the first companies to perform Shakespeare's and Christopher Marlow's work in the 1590s.

Mary died on 21 Sep 1621 in London of smallpox - the same illness from which her mother had suffered greatly from in 1562, whilst caring for the sick Elizabeth. Following a grand funeral held at St Paul's Cathedral, Mary's coffin was taken to Salisbury Cathedral, where she was interred in the vaults alongside her husband Henry Herbert (d.1601), and later joined by her two sons William (d.1630) and Philip (d.1649).

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Sidney Herbert Sime, “Landscape Decoration” (nd), oil on canvas (courtesy Sidney H. Sime Memorial Gallery)  :: [Guillaume Gris]

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[Woodchuck Waits – Dec. 1, 2022]

“Deep in his burrow he’s safe from other mouths. It’s his own hunger he has to escape. Winter has wiped bare his vegetarian table. He would starve if he stayed awake. Asleep—a sleep so deep his heart barely beats and his body cools to nearly the temperature of ice—he expends almost no energy. Only at a glacial pace does he burn the fat he added eating up to three pounds of greens and fruit each lush day of summer. In deep sleep his hunger is subdued, his substance shrinks, but is not consumed.”

–Gayle Boss, All Creation Waits: the Advent Mystery of New Beginnings,  p. 45

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Poem of the Day 6 June 2024

Psalm 57

BY MARY SIDNEY HERBERT COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE

Thy mercy, Lord, Lord, now thy mercy show:

On thee I lie;

To thee I fly.

Hide me, hive me, as thine own,

Till these blasts be overblown,

Which now do fiercely blow.

To highest God I will erect my cry,

Who quickly shall

Dispatch this all.

He shall down from heaven send

From disgrace me to defend

His love and verity.

My soul encaged lies with lions’ brood,

Villains whose hands

Are fiery brands,

Teeth more sharp than shaft or spear,

Tongues far better edge do bear

Than swords to shed my blood.

As high as highest heav’n can give thee place,

O Lord, ascend,

And thence extend

With most bright, most glorious show

Over all the earth below,

The sunbeams of thy face.

Me to entangle every way I go

Their trap and net

Is ready set.

Holes they dig but their own holes

Pitfalls make for their own souls:

So, Lord, oh, serve them so.

My heart prepared, prepared is my heart

To spread thy praise

With tuned lays:

Wake my tongue, my lute awake,

Thou my harp the consort make,

Myself will bear a part.

Myself when first the morning shall appear,

With voice and string

So will thee sing:

That this earthly globe, and all

Treading on this earthly ball,

My praising notes shall hear.

For god, my only God, thy gracious love

Is mounted far

Above each star,

Thy unchanged verity

Heav’nly wings do lift as high

As clouds have room to move.

As high as highest heav’n can give thee place,

O Lord, ascend

And thence extend

With most bright, most glorious show

Over all the earth below,

The sunbeams of thy face.