#sir walter smith

[bethanydelleman]

When it comes to Anne Elliot (and Fanny Price), it saddens me how many people completely disregard the value of prudence. Anne knows her father, she knows which arguments will persuade him, and so she often gives up after a single try:

Here Anne spoke—

“The navy, I think, who have done so much for us, have at least an equal claim with any other set of men, for all the comforts and all the privileges which any home can give. Sailors work hard enough for their comforts, we must all allow.”

“Very true, very true. What Miss Anne says, is very true,” was Mr Shepherd’s rejoinder, and “Oh! certainly,” was his daughter’s; but Sir Walter’s remark was, soon afterwards—

“The profession has its utility, but I should be sorry to see any friend of mine belonging to it.” (he goes on to complain for an entire paragraph about the navy, Ch 6)

And then Anne is silent, she leaves persuasion to Mrs. Clay and Mr. Shepherd.

I think a lot of people see this as her being a doormat because she doesn't defend her positions or persuade her father, and I do think some of why she gives up may be depression, but the main reason she stops is because she knows when to pick her battles. Why waste her breath on an argument that she probably had with her father eight years ago to no avail? She lets it pass with prudence.

But later, when she wants to visit Mrs. Smith instead of waiting on the Dalrymples, she stands firm in her convictions and won't back down. It's not that she cannot defend herself and carry out her will, she just knows when it's worth it. She isn't weak, she's wise. And honestly most people on the internet could learn from her.

[bennetsbonnet]

I just finished my re-read of Persuasion and I feel like something shifted in me. Wow. WOW. WOW!!! I really did not appreciate it as the masterpiece it is until now.

I think the first time I was genuinely so sad for Anne I worried she wouldn't get her happy ending (which is funny on reflection because every Austen heroine has her hero). I was pretty much following it until Louisa's accident and the immediate aftermath. But Anne's removal to Bath sort of lost me; I remembered nothing of the Mr Elliot drama and Mrs Smith had been completely wiped from my memory!

So many incredibly entertaining characters but, wow, do I want to punch some of them!!! Sir Walter Elliot rivalled Lady Catherine for ridiculous levels of pompousness, I thoroughly enjoyed him. I found myself relating a lot more to Anne than I did the first time.

And the LETTER!!!!! It makes you FEEL things on a whole other level when you can appreciate the years of anguished yearning and repressed emotions that pushed Wentworth over the edge into writing it. He really had it all planned out with returning for the GLOVES... I was swooning!!

Speaking of Captain Wentworth... absolutely incredible hero from beginning to end... I started falling for him when he pulled the child off Anne, and then my feelings only deepened when so many good accounts of him were heard and then he handed Anne into the carriage after the walk, the vapours! Plus it was so !!!!! when he was jealous at the concert and THE LETTERRRRRR. I was completely smitten by the end, when he showed his kind heart in helping Mrs Smith. I am so happy Anne found such a great match (not at all jealous, no).

I knew that not clicking with Persuasion was very much a me problem. I wasn't in the right headspace and it was so different from anything I'd ever previously read. I did not appreciate its depth or the incredible characters last summer, but it makes it all the sweeter for revisiting it and finally falling in love with it.

Just glad I didn't have to wait eight years!

[whencyclopedia]

Jamestown Colony of Virginia

The Jamestown Colony in Virginia was the first permanent English settlement in North America founded in 1607. It was the third attempt of the Virginia Company of London to establish a permanent trade center in the Americas following the failures of the Roanoke Colony (1587-1590) and the Popham Colony of 1607-1608.

The primary objective of the Jamestown Colony was profit for the shareholders who financed the expedition, and at first, it seemed a failure. Those who had been selected to establish it turned out to be unfit for the task except for Captain John Smith (l. 1580-1631) who was able to negotiate with the native Powhatan tribe and assume leadership of the colonists.

After Smith left the settlement for England in 1609, however, the colony seemed doomed, enduring the harrowing winter of 1609-1610 which killed off most of the colonists. A supply ship in May 1610 brought two of the men who would reverse their fortunes: John Rolfe (l. 1585-1622) and Sir Thomas Gates (l. c. 1585-1622) and another, in June 1610 CE would bring the third, Thomas West, Lord De La Warr (l. 1577-1618).

Rolfe had a novel idea for a new blend of tobacco which became the colony's cash crop, Gates organized the colony as governor, and De La Warr prevented its desertion and directed Gates. In 1611, Sir Thomas Dale (l. c. 1560-1619) arrived who would initiate the founding of the Henricus Colony of Virginia and begin the removal of the indigenous Powhatan tribes from the surrounding lands.

Tobacco was a labor-intensive crop, which led to the policy of indentured servitude and, eventually, slavery. In 1619, the first Africans arrived in Jamestown and, at first, seem to have worked in the same capacity and under the same policies as indentured servants.

That same year, the assembly of the House of Burgesses was convened, the first English representational governing body in the Americas and, also, the Jamestown Brides program was launched. In 1622, the Powhatan Confederacy launched a united attack to drive the settlers out and, in 1624, King James I of England (r. 1603-1625) took direct control of Jamestown through a royal charter.

The settlement continued to thrive until 1699 when it was abandoned in favor of Williamsburg as the colonial capital. The site was purchased by a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Barney, in 1892 to prevent development, and preservation efforts began in 1900 with archaeological efforts continuing to the present day in the area, now a national park.

Early Colonization Efforts

European colonization of the Americas began with Christopher Columbus (l. 1451-1506) who colonized the islands of the Caribbean for Spain between 1492-1504. The success of these early colonies and the wealth they generated inspired Spain to send others to search for gold and expand its colonial presence until, by the end of the 16th century, Spain held lands ranging from the Caribbean through South, Central, and southwestern North Americas. France and the Netherlands had also claimed lands in the region during this same time. England, therefore, was a latecomer.

Initially, England contented itself with funding privateers like Sir Francis Drake (l. c. 1540-1596) and Sir Martin Frobisher (l. c. 1535-1594) to seize the cargo of Spanish ships returning from their colonies or raid Spanish port cities, but eventually, Queen Elizabeth I of England (r. 1558-1603) understood it would be more efficient to establish their own bases in the Americas where ships could be built and launched against the Spanish. She gave the job of organizing a concerted effort to Sir Walter Raleigh (l. c. 1552-1618) who sent the Amadas-Barlowe Expedition to claim suitable land, not already claimed by a European nation, in 1584.

Receiving a good report from his captains upon their return, Raleigh named the region they had mapped Virginia after Elizabeth, the virgin queen, and sent another expedition, under Ralph Lane (d. 1603) who established a short-lived colony at Roanoke (in modern-day North Carolina). Lane's colony would not survive, mainly owing to Lane's mistreatment of the natives and betrayal of their initial hospitality, and neither would a second one established by John White in 1587, the so-called “lost colony”.

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[uispeccoll]

Happy #MiniatureMonday!

In 1983, Roger Middleton and the London Midsummer Press published Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh’s poem, “Wishes of an Elderly Man at a Garden Party, June 1914” for the first time in miniature book format. Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh was an English scholar, poet, author and Cambridge Apostle, best known for his position as Oxford’s first professor of English literature and many scholarly essays. 

The poem reads in full:

I WISH I loved the Human Race;

I wish I loved its silly face;

I wish I loved the way it walks;

I wish I loved the way it talks;

And when I'm introduced to one

I wish I thought What Jolly Fun!

Smith Miniatures Collection   PN1435 .W81 1983

--M Clark, Instruction Graduate Assistant

[amarguerite]

No one prompted this but I also have Thoughts on a golden age of mystery AU for Persuasion:

1) Christie-style country manor murder mystery, where someone is offed (possibly Mrs. Clay?) during the hand-over of Kellynch from Sir Walter to the Crofts

2) Fortunately Sophie’s younger brother Frederick emerged from the trenches/the bitter waters of the North Atlantic a world renowned private detective! He’s on the case!!

3) Anne is the key witness who doesn’t know it and her life is constantly being threatened. Not that anyone but Frederick notices or realizes this.

4) For a while it looks like Elizabeth found out her girlfriend Mrs. Clay was having an affair with Sir Walter and killed Mrs. Clay in a fit of jealous rage, but it was Mr. Elliot. Mrs. Smith provides Anne with some key clue that helps her realize Mr. Elliot murdered his first wife in the same way.

5) the Admiral cannot for the life of him figure out how to drive a motor car.

[thethirdromana]

Hello there! 🦇

The October Dracula entries are heart-clenching and teeth-gritting, so I thought I might try my luck with a very light-hearted question:

What sort of terriers do you think Arthur conjured up at Carfax? That is, what breed might one expect from a Lord of his social standing? 😁

Toy terriers? Bullterriers? Bedlingtons? 🤔😁

(I ask you this as I have seen a few of your wonderful history-related posts - apologies if this is outside your cup of coffee! 😁)

Have a lovely day, anyway!

I have to admit that I know very little about the history of dog breeds and I don't really know where to start looking! But I'm going to have a go anyway.

I had assumed that Arthur's terriers are a bit unexpected for the son of Lord Godalming, who you might expect to be associated more with aristocratic hunting dogs, but Sir Walter Scott had a Dandie Dinmont terrier (the breed was named after a character in one of his novels) and Edward VII had a wire fox terrier. So that to me suggests that this isn't so much about social standing and is probably just about personal preference. There are definitely dogs that have upper/lower class connotations but terriers don't seem to have any particularly strong associations in that respect.

I had a look at A History and Description of the Modern Dogs of Great Britain and Ireland, part 1: The Terriers, published 1894. One thing we do know about Arthur's terriers is that they're excellent at catching rats. The book is particularly enthusiastic about bull terriers as rat-catchers:

I think I am quite correct in calling Jemmy Shaw's (London) extraordinary little rat-killer Jacko, a bull terrier, perhaps one fourth bull. This historical creature died in 1869, and amongst other deeds he succeeded in killing sixty rats in 2min 40sec; 100 rats in 5min 28sec; and 1000 rats in less than 100min!

I'm not sold on Arthur's dogs being bull terriers though, because a bull terrier is quite a sensible-looking dog:

That's not anything that can be described as a 'so little dog', as Van Helsing does. That's a serious dog. That's a dog with a job.

A History of Modern Dogs also notes ratting ability in Irish terriers, Scottish terriers, fox terriers, Dandie Dinmont terriers (which are now rare), black and tan terriers (which are now extinct), Airedale terriers... in fact, basically anything that's not a toy terrier, which is a pity because I really want Arthur's 'so little dogs' to be as little as possible.

So I think I would pick Dandie Dinmont terriers (left). Look at them! They are so little! And the association with Sir Walter Scott feels satisfying, in a Dracula context, since Mina talks about reading Marmion.

This also lets me talk about one of my favourite historical dogs, Callum, who was a Dandie Dinmont terrier. Here's Callum in a portrait from 1895, looking ferocious with a rat:

Callum belonged to Mr James Cowan Smith, who left £55,000 in his Will to the Scottish National Gallery (£3.2m today), but on the condition if they accepted it that they would display the portrait of Callum in the gallery. Permanently.

And he's still there today.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

I never realised before the loneliness and isolation of a commander at a time when such a momentous decision has to be taken, with the full knowledge that failure or success rests on his judgment alone.

- Lt.Gen. Walter Bedell Smith

General Dwight D. Eisenhower rose to that occasion with character and greatness when he made the fateful decision to launch D Day on 6 June 1944. But he couldn’t have done anything he planned without the support of his feared chief of staff, Brig. Gen. Walter Bedell Smith.

When Lt. Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower became commander of ETOUSA (European Theater of Operations United States Army) in June 1942 and began assembling his staff in London, the man he requested as his chief of staff was Brig. Gen. Walter Bedell Smith, at the time the secretary of the War Department General Staff. But Eisenhower’s boss, Gen. George Marshall, balked. Smith had impressed Marshall with his ability to cut through red tape and perform necessary hatchet jobs – to get things done fast and well – and he didn’t want to let Smith go. But finally, on Aug. 5, Marshall relented. Smith arrived in London on Sept. 10. In his biography, Eisenhower: A Soldier’s Life, historian Carlo D’Este wrote, “Eisenhower once remarked that every commander needs a son of a bitch to protect him and that the stone-faced Bedell Smith was his.”

Gustave Flaubert wrote, “You can calculate the worth of a man by the number of his enemies.” By that measure alone, Smith was not just a good chief of staff – he was a great one. Most people who came in contact with Smith hated and feared him – and with good reason. Smart, loyal to his bosses, articulate, incisive, and an excellent administrator, “Beetle” Smith was also intolerant, brusque, profane, rude, and ruthless.

Smith was also famous for his quick temper. Whether the result of his personality, or pain from a duodenal ulcer that occasionally forced him to be hospitalized, its volatility caused some exasperated senior officers to violate military protocol, bypass the chief of staff, and meet directly with Eisenhower to request transfers. Tellingly, Eisenhower tolerated that breach.

The position of chief of staff is often thankless. But it’s necessary. As one of the members of Eisenhower’s staff, Air Marshal Sir James Robb, later wrote, “Ike always had to have . . . someone who’d do the dirty work for him. He always had to have someone else do the firing, or the reprimanding, or give any order which he knew people would find unpleasant.” That someone was Smith and, whether or not he actually enjoyed that duty, everyone acknowledged that he was damned good at it.

Eisenhower often entrusted Smith to represent him in high-level strategic meetings, which led some people to remark that the reason Eisenhower did so was that Smith had a better strategic mind than his boss. Eisenhower’s esteem of Smith ultimately became so great that he told Marshall that if anything happened to cause him to be unable to carry out his duties as head of SHAEF, Marshall should, “after [General Omar] Bradley, select Bedell to take my place.”

Expanding on Eisenhower’s orders to have an “allied” command, Smith freely, and with great effect, utilized the technique of layering the different sections. Thus if one section had a British commanding officer, his deputy was an American, and vice versa. Smith also was a master of promoting informal communication channels, and his relatively informal staff conferences freed Eisenhower to concentrate on the most important or critical command decisions. Though problems did occur, that Eisenhower’s staff worked as smoothly as it did was a testament to Smith’s success as chief of staff.

[lgbtqreads]

hi!! i know this has beeb asked before but not for a while and I thought there might be some releases since then, so : any Queer High Fantasy? I've been recommended Priory of the Orange Tree before. Thank you!!

Not sure when the last time was but here’s what’s currently on my radar! (You can also find these here, and an asterisk means it’s not out yet: https://lgbtqreads.com/sff/spec-fic-by-subgenre/) I bolded some of the ones that are newer or coming out in the next few months.

MG

*Splinter & Ash by Marieke Nijkamp – NB

Sir Callie by Esme Symes-Smith – NB

YA

Female Protags

The Winter Duke by Claire Eliza Bartlett

The Never Tilting World by Rin Chupeco – L

Queen of Coin and Whispers by Helen Corcoran

Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst – L,B

Inkmistress by Audrey Coulthurst – B

The Impostor Queen by Sarah Fine – B

Noble Falling and Noble Persuasion by Sara Gaines

Rule by Ellen Goodlett

Havenfall by Sara Holland

*Hearts Forged in Dragon Fire by Erica Hollis

The Afterward by EK Johnston

Empirium by Claire Legrand – B

Belle Révolte by Linsey Miller – BA

These Feathered Flames by Alexandra Overy

The Midnight Lie by Marie Rutkoski

It Ends in Fire by Andrew Shvarts

Beneath the Citadel by Destiny Soria – B, A

The Third Daughter and The Second Son by Adrienne Tooley

Shatter the Sky by Rebecca Kim Wells – B

The Thousand Names by Django Wexler

Male Protags

Cloaked in Shadow by Ben Alderson

The Runebinder Chronicles by Alex R. Kahler

Skybound by Alex London

So This is Ever After by F.T. Lukens

Beneath the Citadel by Destiny Soria

The Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas – T

Non-Binary Protags

Spell Bound by FT Lukens

Mask of Shadows by Linsey Miller – GF

*A Hundred Vicious Turns by Lee Paige O’Brien

Adult

Female Protags

A Broken Blade by Melissa Blair

Tales of Inthya by Effie Calvin

The Vanished Queen by Lisbeth Campbell

Rook & Rose by M.A. Carrick

The Night and its Moon by Piper CJ

The Unbroken by C.L. Clark

*Warmongers by C.L. Clark

The Gardener’s Hand by Felicia Davin

*The Water Outlaws by S.L. Huang

Dragonfall by L.R. Lam

The Unspoken Name by A.K. Larkwood

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

From Under the Mountain by C.M. Spivey

The Drowning Empire by Andrea Stewart (Amz)

The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri

Malice by Heather Walter

When Women Were Warriors series by Catherine M. Wilson

Male Protags

Kirith Kirin by Jim Grimsley

The Cadeleonian series by Ginn Hale

Tales From Verania by T.J. Klune

A Chorus of Dragons by Jenn Lyons

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

*Dark Moon, Shallow Sea by David R. Slayton

Stagsblood Trilogy by Gideon E. Wood

Genderqueer Protags

*The Water Outlaws by S.L. Huang

[iwannascreameurekaa]

valgrace angst playlist ! Contains all the sad songs from my valgrace playlist

@erosjournal

fluff playlist smut playlist full playlist

Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan 

Stick Season by Noah Kahan

Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

All I Want by Kodaline

Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Tears over Beers by Modern Baseball

Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

ocean eyes by Billie Eilish

Dear Arkansas Daughter by Lady Lamb

I Don't Smoke by Mitski 

This Year by The Mountain Goats 

Wolves by Selena Gomez & Marshmallow 

Happy News For Sadness by Car Seat Headrest

Wet by Dazey and the Scouts 

What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish

Inarticulation by Rio Romeo 

The Adults Are Talking by The Strokes

Break by Alex G

Stressed Out by twenty one pilots 

Two Birds by Regina Spektor

TV by Billie Eilish

Things to Do by Alex G

Take Me to Church by Hozier 

the way things go by beabadoobee 

Mind Over Matter by Young the Giant

I'd Rather Sleep by Kero Kero Bonito

anything by Adrianne Lenker

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now by The Smiths

Pretend by Alex G

Nothing's New by Rio Romeo

Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse 

Time Moves Slow by BADBADNOTGOOD & Samuel T. Herring

Bruno is Orange by Hop Along, Queen Ansleis

Twin Sized Mattress by The Front Bottoms

Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms 

I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

Brother by Madds Buckley

Where Is My Mind? by Pixies

Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence

Lone Star by The Front Bottoms  

the fruits by Paris Paloma

Girl With One Eye by Florence + the Machine

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story from Hamilton

Symphonia IX by Current Joys

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

Sarah by Alex G

Race by Alex G

lucy~ by Corbon Amodio

Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers

Not Strong Enough by Boy Genius 

Gilded Lily by Cults

The Archer by Taylor Swift

BritRock by McCafferty

Beachboy by McCafferty

Bottom by McCafferty

Fentanyl by McCafferty

Trees by McCafferty

Candy by Alex G

Your Best American Girl by Mitski

You're My Best Friend by Queen 

Abbey by Mitski

Vampire Empire by Big Thief

Vampire Empire by Adrianne Lenker

That's Life by Frank Sinatra 

Wasted Summers by juju<3

The 30th by Billie Eilish

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Static by Steve Lacy

The Gold by Manchester Orchestra & Phoebe Bridgers 

It's Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

Habits by Genevieve Stokes

Best Friend by Rex Orange County

Revenge by XXXTENTACION

Over & Over by Rio Romeo

Heather by Conan Gray 

Freaks by Surf Curse

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski

Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead

forwards beckon rebound by Adrianne Lenker

Creep by Radiohead

Feel Better by Penelope Scott

Casual by Chappell Roan

Never Enough from The Greatest Showman 

Rewrite the Stars from The Greatest Showman

Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

Once More to See You by Mitski

Back to Life by Mother Mother

Black Hair by Alex G

Sandy by Alex G

Stay Behind by Mother Mother

Wait for Me (Reprise) from Hadestown

Cold as Ice by Blacklite District  

Brown Shuga by Sir Mix-A-Lot

Fable by Gigi Perez 

Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

Death Cup by Mom Jeans.

She Knows by J. Cole

Christmas Kids by Roar

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender

I Love You So by The Walters 

Midwests Best by Nik Salah

Picture You by Chappell Roan

Cop Car by Mitski

St. Chroma by Tyler, The Creator 

No One Noticed by The Marias

we can't be friends (wait for your love) by Ariana Grande

Apartment by Modern Baseball

Au Revoir (Adios) by The Front Bottoms 

Bag of Bones by Mitski

Bobby by Alex G

Brand New City by Mitski

Brave as a Noun by AJJ

Broken Cash Machine by Modern Baseball

Burn from Hamilton

Change by Alex G

Come into the Water by Mitski

Cupid by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan

Dead-Bird by McCafferty 

deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo

Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan

Dread in My Heart by Mother Mother

Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical

Fifteen by Taylor Swift

First Love / Late Spring by Mitski

Fool by Frankie Cosmos

Francis Forever by Mitski

half return by Adrianne Lenker

Hickey by Nik Salah

Would You Fall In Love with Me Again from Epic the Musical

[scotianostra]

n July 25th 2002 George Bruce, the Scottish poet, broadcaster and critic, died at the age of 93.

George was eldest son of Henry George Bruce, the owner of a firm of herring curers, and his wife Jeannie Roberta Gray, daughter of a timber merchant. Although he was to spend most of his life away from Fraserburgh, the town and the north-east coast of Aberdeenshire were in his blood, as his poetry attested, and he remained a ‘Brocher’, which is the Doric word for someone from Fraserburgh.

Bruce was one of the poets of the Scottish literary renaissance, initiated by Hugh MacDiarmid in the 1920s, which brought to prominence Sorley Maclean, Norman MacCaig, George Mackay Brown, Hamish Henderson and Iain Crichton Smith. He became well-known as the producer of Counterpoint, Scotland’s first television arts programme.

In 1970 he left the BBC, becoming Glasgow University’s first fellow in creative writing. As well as publishing poetry and anthologies, he was for 12 years a theatre and literary critic for The Sunday Times.

Over a period of 60 years he was to publish eight books of poetry in both English and Scots; he also edited six anthologies of poetry, and seven books on Scottish art and culture.

In August 2022 George Bruce became the latest poet to be honoureed with a slab at Makars Court beside the Writers Museum.

Bruce now rubs stony shoulders with Sir Walter Scott, Robert Louis Stevenson, Muriel Spark and others at Makars’ Court where his memorial flagstone is inscribed with his name and the line:

The sea trembles - voiceless It is the rare moment when a word is sought. (from Pursuit. Poems 1986-1998. Haiku Envoi).

The ceremony was attended by Bruce’s family, friends, and fellow poets including former Edinburgh Makar Alan Spence, who spoke of his friendship with Bruce and read some of his poetry. George’s son David Bruce also gave a moving tribute to his father.

[bethanydelleman]

in persuason obviously mr elliot is a cold greedy scumbag but do you think he was genuinely impressed with anne? like yes he primarily tried to use her so he could prevent sir walter from marrying and be the sole heir instead, but was he also kinda attracted to her? though regardless i guess they probably wouldn't have a happy marriage even if wentworth weren't back in the picture right

Yes, I do think Mr. Elliot was genuinely impressed with Anne. If he was purely in this to secure his place as heir, he'd marry Elizabeth Elliot and be done with it, but he doesn't. Even after Anne is taken, he doesn't go that route, he runs off with Mrs. Clay.

While I don't think they would have a happy marriage because Mr. Elliot isn't moral or compassionate, I don't think they would have an abusive marriage. Mr. Elliot would respect Anne too much for that and want her company. It seems like his last wife didn't have his respect, so he didn't care about her at all and was cruel to her. Either way though, Anne would be miserable and I honestly don't think she would have married Mr. Elliot even if Wentworth didn't come back. She knew something was off.

I do think this reasoning is part of why Mrs. Smith was hesitant to warn Anne about Mr. Elliot, because she did believe that Mr. Elliot really loved Anne and would treat her well in marriage.

[kwebtv]

Winston Churchill: The Wilderness Years - ITV - September 6, 1981 - October 25, 1981

Drama (8 Episodes)

Running Time: 60 minutes

Stars:

Robert Hardy as Winston Churchill

Siân Phillips as Clementine Churchill

Nigel Havers as Randolph Churchill

Tim Pigott-Smith as Brendan Bracken

David Swift as Professor Lindemann

Sherrie Hewson as Mrs. Pearman

Moray Watson as Major Desmond Morton

Paul Freeman as Ralph Wigram

Frank Middlemass as Lord Derby

Sam Wanamaker as Bernard Baruch

Peter Barkworth as Stanley Baldwin

Eric Porter as Neville Chamberlain

Edward Woodward as Sir Samuel Hoare

Peter Vaughan as Sir Thomas Inskip

Robert James as Ramsay MacDonald

Tony Mathews as Anthony Eden

Ian Collier as Harold Macmillan

Marcella Markham as Nancy Astor

Walter Gotell as Lord Swinton

Richard Murdoch as Lord Halifax

Clive Swift as Sir Horace Wilson

Phil Brown as Lord Beaverbrook

Diane Fletcher as Ava Wigram

Geoffrey Toone as Sir Louis Kershaw

Norman Jones as Clement Attlee

Geoffrey Chater as Lord Hailsham

Stratford Johns as Lord Rothermere

Norman Bird as Sir Maurice Hankey

Roger Bizley as Ernst Hanfstaengl

James Cossins as Lord Lothian

Guy Deghy as King George V

Stephen Elliott as William Randolph Hearst

Günter Meisner as Adolf Hitler

Frederick Jaeger as Joachim von Ribbentrop

David Langton as Lord Londonderry

Preston Lockwood as Austen Chamberlain

David Markham as the Duke of Marlborough

Richard Marner as Ewald von Kleist-Schmenzin

Llewellyn Rees as Lord Salisbury

Terence Rigby as Thomas Barlow

Margaret Courtenay as Maxine Elliott

Merrie Lynn Ross as Marion Davies

Nigel Stock as Admiral Domvile

[bishop-percival]

@eyeballcommander

(prev) Hater uproariously laughed at Lola’s valuable intel. “BWHAHAHA! HIS DAD’S A COBBLER!? What, did his mom bake him too!? AND HE’S BISHOP SMITH!?” He paused to wipe a tear from his eyes. “WHAT KIND OF WIMP CAN’T STAND LEMONADE ANYWAYS!?” Peepers, however, wasn’t nearly as impressed. He groaned as he wrote commander.peepers.no.2@haterempire.gov down in his notepad, then tore the page out and handed to Lola. “Shoot me a message when you’ve got something good, will ya?” Peepers scanned the crowd of Glornists before settling on his inside man. (Well, Doctor Walters never admitted that… But what better time to prove that he didn’t actually believe in that nonsense?) Hater smiled as he said, “Oh! I wanna hear!” Then he held Percy up and smirked. “Sing for us wizard nerd! Oh and blabber! Keep it coming!” “I’ll just take your straggler..,” Peepers muttered he walked up to Teddy, grabbed him by the forearm, and pressed his blaster against his head. “Spill it or else!” Teddy remained impassive as ever as he said, “Sir, I’m not the one who’s seen him in combat.” “Oh so you’re gonna act like a stupid smartass, eh?” Peepers stormed off while maintaining a vice grip. “Let’s see how long that’ll last!” Teddy nervously looked at Bishop Percival and mouthed, “Better me than someone more knowledgeable..,” before turning around and matching his commander’s pace.

“Shoe cobb-… Nevermind” Percival muttered with gritted teeth before reminding himself that correcting Hater wasn’t worth it. 

Lola held the notebook paper to her chest and jumped up and down. “He gave me his email! I got his email!!”

Percival shot Teddy a nasty glare, despite his attempt to mouth a mollifier. But as the two left, he turned his head again to Hater.

“Why, I’d be delighted to put on a concert for you, sir. Ahem.”

“Eeeeego so-lar-io, oraaaatio van-uuuuuus e Lo-laaaa~” His voice was very much grating and off-key. But as he sang, the faintest bit of black smoke escaped from his mouth. 

Lola pointed at the bishop in preparation to spout off her knowledge again, but as her iris moved, nothing came out except for raspy breathing. Startled, she continued trying to speak to no avail, eventually flapping her arms and running away while crying. 

Percival grinned wickedly. “Huh. Must be too revolted by my terrible singing!” Despite trying to conserve his magical energy for the fight, cursing Lola was so worth it to him. 

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Edinburgh, Scotland: A city of culture, arts, science, and gammy bagpipes. Seriously, what the hell were the Scottish thinking when they invented those damn noise-makers?

According to folklore (and plate tectonics), Edinburgh Scotland was once supposedly warm. If you believe the locals, Scotland — and the whole of Europe, for that matter — was once situated near the equator. The locals paint Ye Olde Scotland as a tropical paradise, but after a few days there I suspect it was just the whisky talking. Edinburgh Scotland is a fountain of knowledge where many come to drink. Scottish poet Sir Walter Scott’s 200-foot high “spaceship” monument. The Scot’s drunken rambling does, however, explain the invention of the Scottish Kilt, a form of male attire—similar to a woman’s skirt—that’s not exactly conducive to a cold climate (or heterosexuality). Experiencing Edinburgh today, you’d never guess that the city had ever been anything other than a thriving, erudite, and cosmopolitan civilization slowly but surely freezing itself to death. This private school was reportedly J.K. Rowling’s inspiration for Harry Potter’s Hogwart Academy. Not that you couldn’t happily live in Scotland—famous people like J.K. Rowling, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Walter Scott, Alexander Graham Bell, the Bay City Rollers and Garbage front-woman, Shirley Manson, were either born, lived, or found inspiration in the chilly streets of Edinburgh. The road up the hill to the Old Town Starbucks That’s not surprising since Edinburgh has tons of indoor culture, art, and science — including a major, international comedy fest — all of it just a short, eleven-hour plane flight away from our own San Francisco (another big, beautiful city home to tons of outdoor culture, art, science, and a major comedy festival). The biggest difference between the two metropolises comes down to the total quantity of pantless, free-swinging male testicles each has, and in that regard, San Francisco wins in a land-slide. Walking around Edinburgh Scotland. Adam Smith, father of Capitalism (just not the way WE do it). Upon arrival in Scotland’s capital city, we took the famous Sandeman’s Edinburgh Free Tour because it was, well, you know…free. This complementary walking tour of the city’s “Old Town” was led by an enthusiastic female guide named Izzy. She assured the group that there was no cost to the tour, but quietly intimated that if we wanted her to guide us back to the safe part of town afterward, we’d better “pony up some dough.” At least, that’s what we think she said — her Scottish accent was pretty thick. More amazing was the fact that she wasn’t even from Scotland. Hailing from America’s own Chicago, Izzy had — in just under three years — thoroughly adopted the nigh incomprehensible brogue of a real Scot (again, that’s what we think she said). Edinburgh Scotland is a wonderland of awfulness. Edinburgh Mercat Cross (or Market Cross) outside St. Giles Cathedral and Parliament Square. Izzy then led us around the cobblestone streets of Old Town pointing out places where Scottish people of yore had been variously beheaded, nailed to doors, spat upon, burned as witches, covered with feces, and perhaps worst of all — forced to eat Haggis. Haggis is a traditional Scottish dish made by combining the most disgusting parts of animals (you’re better off not knowing which ones) with enough spices to make you not realize what you’re really eating. Haggis is so vile in concept that many restaurants offer a vegetarian version to prevent the inevitable and almost compulsory vomiting that ensues the moment first-time diners find out what they’ve just put in their mouths. Crime was never a big problem in Edinburgh Scotland. Charming street leading down to the Grass Market, I think. We got lost a lot. Stopping at the Edinburgh Mercat Cross (or Market Cross) outside St. Giles Cathedral and Parliament Square, we learned how the Scots punished wrong-doers back in the day. It seems that if you broke the law, they’d drag you to this public square and nail your ear to the wooden door of this structure. Hanging there bleeding, you’d have two choices: 1.

) Suffer the indignities of having kids kick you in the shins while adults pissed on you and threw human manure at you, or 2.) Rip your ear off, forever be known as a coward, never find work again and die shortly after. Needless to say, the early Scots didn’t have prison over-crowding problems. Edinburgh’s biggest problem was much shittier. Carrubber’s Close, a pass-through from the Royal Mile to a back courtyard. While crime wasn’t a big concern, Edinburgh still had major problems. Feces, for example. Since there wasn’t always a handy criminal at whom to throw your butt-nuggets, citizens of this highly populated city had to find some other way to dispose of their toilet turds. After what I’m sure had to be a hotly debated issue, the geniuses of Scotland landed on the idea of loudly yelling “Arr-da-lee!” as a warning to all below before heaving buckets of their filth out the window onto the street. The system never really worked too well, and lots of people got unwelcome surprises, especially the deaf. Solving the “flinging poo out the window” problem by closing the window. To mitigate the problem of everyone getting coated with keister-cakes, the King wisely decreed that you could only toss your ass-kabobs out the window twice a day, at either 10AM or 10PM. This helped in the morning, but made things far worse at night. Not only were the city streets pitch black by 10pm, it was also the time when all the pubs closed, too. It’s alleged that drunken pedestrians who heard the warning “Arr-da-lee!” and instinctively looked up inspired the euphemism of “being shit-faced.” Those streets used to be full of shit, much like your stupid boss. Excessive excrement was a real problem for a city built on a hill. More Scottish people died from dysentery and cholera than from battles. Edinburgh’s fecal fudge flowed down the streets and sluiced into the city’s primary source of drinking water, Nor Loch (or “North Lake”). As a result, all manner of infectious disease like dysentery and cholera ran rampant throughout the local population, confounding the King and his advisors. Luckily, the Scots quickly and shrewdly identified the real cause: Witches. How to tell if someone’s a witch, when you don’t have a duck handy. Being an “advanced” civilization, Edinburgh used the scientific method to identify witches. Based on indisputable conjecture and speculation, you were declared a witch if: Tell me with a straight face that witches don't live in this...building. Should you display any one of these traits — or worse, more than one — you had your thumbs tied to your toes and were tossed into the putrid, disease-ridden Nor Loch. You had red hair (unfortunately common in Scotland) You had facial moles (where the Devil had obviously touched you) You had a third nipple (where you were clearly suckling Satan), and/or You were left-handed (well, cuz that’s just weird, bro). Real witches would “logically” be held aloft and saved by Satan himself, while innocent women would make a beeline to heaven (well, after a few minutes of desperate gasping, thrashing, and screaming). To thwart Satan, any “floaters” would be fished out of the disgusting Nor Loch (“Yay!”) and burned at the stake (“Boooo!”). Yeah, take that, Beelzebub! A street scene outside the Grass Market. People from Edinburgh invented stuff, too. Still, Izzy assured us, Edinburgh wasn’t all suffering, bleakness, and dysentery. It was a city of refined creativity and innovation, too, she insisted. Royal Bank Of Scotland. Inventions such as the steam engine, bicycle, telephone, ATM, fingerprinting, television, penicillin, electromagnetics, radar, insulin, and a host of others had their beginnings in Scotland. She even told us about the two young entrepreneurs, Burke & Hare who cleverly found an innovative way to supply medical schools with much-needed teaching aids. Their radical new concept in “procurement” made them both very wealthy until around 1828 when

they were hanged for grave robbing and serial murder (a minor snag in an otherwise very inventive business plan). The Royal Scots Greys monument in Princes Street Gardens celebrates those who fought in the 1899 South African War. Over the course of three hours, Izzy continued to delight us with stories of Edinburgh’s macabre and disgusting past, wrapping up the tour in Princes Street Gardens, near the oldest floral clock in the world. We’d intended to ditch the tour right before the end to avoid having to tip Izzy, but by then, we’d forgotten how to get back to our hotel. So we coughed up what we thought the tour was worth and it turned out to be a lot. Capital building? The people of Edinburgh are hearty bastards. Now left to fend for ourselves, we once again walked the length and breadth of Old Town, stopping to spend more time at places we saw and to marvel at the city’s almost French-like architecture. Edinburgh’s stout, sturdy buildings mirror the stout, sturdy people of Scotland themselves. To call the Scots “larger than life” is no lazy cliché or hyperbole—the Scots are just pretty big people. In fact, the petite section in clothing stores has a sign that says, “Sorry, try France.” A historical plaque inside a “close.” Edinburgh is thankfully a very walkable town since if you don’t keep moving constantly, you’ll freeze to death, or the haggis will clot inside your heart and kill you. We couldn’t think of any other reasons for sane people to be outside in those temperatures otherwise. That’s not to say that Edinburgh is all that cold, it’s just colder than it feels like it should be. Scott’s spaceship monument next to Jenner’s, a Scottish department store. The weather here is not what I consider tolerable. Normally, we were assured, the weather in Edinburgh vacillates between miserably rainy and god-forsaken gray, so we were thrown off by bright sun and blue skies over the four days we visited. (Thanks, Scottish weather gods!) Yet it was still freezing to us, though obviously not to the locals. Narrow pass-throughs from the main streets to charming, feces-strewn courtyards behind Edinburgh’s huge buildings, usually called “closes.” We saw a stunning amount of pasty, exposed flesh considering the brisk temperatures and gale-force North Atlantic winds. Still, nothing seemed to dissuade the young Scots from walking to nightclubs in short sleeves and even shorter skirts. We stood out as obvious tourists thanks to our bulky coats, woolen scarves, and day-time sobriety. Eating in Edinburgh is recommended. The Grass Market with Edinburgh Castle in the background. Despite an active late-night club scene, the city’s shops and restaurants call it a day as soon as the sun goes down. Holding fistfuls of pound notes in our freezing hands, we found nowhere to spend them. So we did what everyone else does and went to a pub. In New Town, we particularly liked 1780 Restaurant and not just because it was just a short, drunken stagger away from our hotel. It’s a casual place on Rose Street cheerfully serving traditional Scottish food, over 100 whiskys, and a few drunken mooks who should’ve been shown the door hours ago. How’d you like to try and attack that? I mean, without an F-16 and wing-mounted Sidewinder missiles... The next morning, we awoke to an impressive sunrise view of Edinburgh Castle, standing high atop the volcanic crest in the center of town and decided to go there. Once an easily defensible position from which to ward off attacking armies, the Castle is now a tourist trap from which to ward off financial recession. This city offers an varied assortment of impressive rock stacking. Edinburgh Castle is an imposing and highly effective tourist trap. Going inside Edinburgh Castle would’ve cost us both thirty British Pounds (roughly US$60), so we chose instead to put our hard-earned money towards a Scotch Whisky sampling platter of Glenlivet French Oak Reserve 15, Oban 14, Glenrothes Select Reserve, Scapa

16, Aberlour 10, and Dalwhinnie 15 at the Amber Restaurant bar just south of the Castle on The Royal Mile. The Palace at Holyrood’s fancy ironwork. We then stumbled out onto, and meandered down, The Royal Mile, a road that runs from Edinburgh Castle in the center of town out to the Palace at Holyrood where the Royals stay whenever they visit Edinburgh and can’t get a room at the local Radisson (be sure to look for its hilarious plaque that says in all seriousness, “Since 1990”). The Palace at Holyrood has ample horse-drawn chariot parking. The impressive Palace at Holyrood started out as a humble Abbey in 1168AD, but as more and more people invaded the city, the place was expanded until the next invaders moved in and expanded it further. Eventually, Palace at Holyrood became a massive structure that’s been home to royalty, like Robert The Bruce, and the naked ghost of alleged-witch, Agnes Sampson, among others. Did you know pork comes from pigs? The front window of “Oink Hog Roast.” A bit peckish from all of our walking about, we sought out some comestibles. The first time we heard about Oink Hog Roast, we knew we had to eat there. It’s a small shop at 34 Victoria Street with a desiccated, roasted pig in the window reposing in its own pulled-porkiness. You can order one of three portion sizes served on a white or “brown” (i.e. wheat) bun with your choice of apple sauce, sage, and onions, or haggis and chili. I had the haggis and chili and it was fantastic, although a little dry (next time, I’d probably load up on the chili sauce more). While it may sound like a meal that should be served with rib-spreaders, you have to remember that Scotland invented the deep-fried Mars bar. So by that benchmark, this meat-fest was practically health food. Searching for the Holy Grail. The quaint hamlet of Roslin, England, final resting place of the most holy grail (allegedly). Having come all this way to Edinburgh, we felt obligated to try finding the Holy Grail before we left (just imagine what we could get for it on eBay). So we hopped on the No. 15 city bus (US$3.00) out to Roslin to see the now-famous Rosslyn Chapel — and no, that’s not a typo (they’re spelled differently for some stupid Scottish reason). Rosslyn Chapel is bigger on the outside than it is inside. After a pleasant forty-minute double-decker bus ride through Edinburgh’s suburbs, we arrived at Rosslyn Chapel in the Scottish countryside. Outside the chapel, there’s a fancy visitor’s center thanks almost entirely to the “Da Vinci Code” book/movie phenomena. Up from 30,000 visitors a year to around 170,000 now, the chapel attracts people of all religions, backgrounds and mental states — one guy tried taking an axe to one of the chapel’s columns in hopes of exposing the world’s most holy relic. He was struck dead by lightning. Rosslyn Chapel’s stained glass windows. The chapel itself is small by modern standards, but nonetheless contains an impressive, comprehensively carved interior. Nearly every square inch of the walls, ceilings and columns are ornately carved to depict ghastly religious scenes meant to terrify uneducated farm folk into behaving themselves. The front doorway to Rosslyn Chapel. The chapel was abandoned for many years during which time the wet Scottish weather had its way with it like Gene Simmons with a groupie. Afterwards, an ill-fated attempt was made to seal the wall carvings, inadvertently sealing in the moisture. As a result, the Chapel’s interior looks like it was spray-painted with wet cement. Later on, they built a giant roof over the entire chapel to protect it from the elements while it dried out over the next few years. After exploring the Chapel’s carvings, we walked down to Rosslyn castle, which is in far worse shape. Hopping back on the bus, we headed back to the Old Town to explore Edinburgh further. Sunrise on Edinburgh Castle mountain. Summing up our impression of Scotland’s best city. For more photos, see Peter Crosby’s Edinburgh Photography

In all, we had a splendid time in Edinburgh. The city’s beautiful, the people are nice and there’s lots of stuff to see and do. Sure, we didn’t spend a ton of time there, but we did get a good feel for Edinburgh and its many charms. More importantly, we left while we still had good feeling in our outer extremities.

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Prince William 👑 will be the first ‘Boleyn King’ from both sides of his family mother and father to become King of UK 🇬🇧👑👑👑

As he is a descended from Mary Boleyn through his father and via mother’s Spencer line, below you can see the genealogy line.

From the fathers line Charles III :

Mary Boleyn (d. 1543) m. William Carey

Catherine Carey (c.1524-1569) m. Sir Francis Knollys

Lettice Knollys (1543-1634) m. Walter Devereux, 1st Earl of Essex

Robert Devereux, 2nd Earl of Essex (1565-1601) m. Frances Walsingham

Frances Devereux (1599-1674) m. William Seymour, Duke of Somerset

Jane Seymour (1637-1679) m. Charles Boyle, 3rd Viscount Dungarvan

Charles Boyle, 2nd Earl of Burlington (d. 1704) m. Juliana Noel

Richard Boyle, 3rd Earl of Burlington (1695-1753) m. Dorothy Savile

Charlotte Elizabeth Boyle (1731-1754) m. William Cavendish, 4th Duke of Devonshire

Dorothy Cavendish (1750-1794) m. William Cavendish-Bentinck, 3rd Duke of Portland, Prime Minister

Lieutenant-Colonel Lord Charles Bentinck (1780-1826) m. Anne Wellesley (Lady Abdy)

Reverend Charles Cavendish-Bentinck (1817-1865) m. Carolina Louis Burnaby

Cecilia Nina Cavendish-Bentinck (1862-1938) m. Claude Bowes-Lyon, 14th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne

Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother (1900-2002) m. King George VI

Queen Elizabeth II (1926- ) m. Prince Philip of Greece and Denmark, now known as Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh

Charles, Prince of Wales (1948- ) m. Lady Diana Spencer (1961-1997)

Prince William, Duke of Cambridge (1982- ) and Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex (1984- )

From mother Princess Diana Spencer Line :

Mary Boleyn (d. 1543) m. William Carey

Henry Carey, 1st Baron Hunsdon (1526-1596) m. Anne Morgan

Robert Carey, 1st Earl of Monmouth (c. 1560-1639) m. Elizabeth Trevannion

Thomas Carey of Sunninghill Park (d. 1634) m. Margaret Smith

Elizabeth Carey, Viscountess Mordaunt (1632-1679) m. John Mordaunt, 1st Viscount Mordaunt

Brigadier-General Lewis Mordaunt (d. 1713) m. Mary Collyer

Anna Maria Mordaunt (d. 1771) m. Stephen Poyntz

Margaret Georgiana Poyntz, Countess Spencer (1737-1814) m. John Spencer, 1st Earl Spencer

George Spencer, 2nd Earl Spencer (1758-1834) m. Lady Lavinia Bingham

Frederick Spencer, 4th Earl Spencer (1798-1857) m. Adelaide Horatia Seymour

Charles Spencer, 6th Earl Spencer (1857-1922) m. Hon. Margaret Baring

Albert Spencer, 7th Earl Spencer (1892-1975) m. Lady Cynthia Hamilton

John Spencer, 8th Earl Spencer (1924-1992) m. Frances Roche

Diana, Princess of Wales ((1961-1997) m. Charles, Prince of Wales

Prince William, Duke of Cambridge (1982- ) and Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex (1984- )

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Frisa

Frisa is a short form of an Anglo-Saxon masculine name containing the element Fris (Frisian).

Variants:

Friesa [John Gover, Sir Allen Mawer, & Sir Frank Stenton 1932 English Place-Name Society 9: 684].

Fresa [John Gover, Sir Allen Mawer, & Sir Frank Stenton 1936 English Place-Name Society 13: 22].

Frisa [Bruce Dickins 1950 English Place-Name Society 20: 336].

Frīsa [Bruce Dickins 1950 English Place-Name Society 20: 336].

Frēsa [Hugh Smith 1961 English Place-Name Society 32: 245.

Stem:

Frīs-/Frē²s- = Frisian [Geart Droege 1966 Names 14: 169].

Suffix:

-a = termination of pet names, such as Cutha for Cuthwine or Cuthwulf [William Searle 1897 Onomasticon Anglo-Saxonicum, page 1].

Evidence:

The place-name “frisingmede” occurs in the boundary clause of a charter issued by King Eadræd in 951 [Walter Birch 1883-1893 Cartularium Saxonicum 3: 48], and been interpreted as “? Frisa’s mead (? pers. n., or Frisa, ‘Frisian’ + posses. ing + mead)” [Susan Kelly 2012 Anglo-Saxon Charters 15: 457].