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Peter Ramsay was an Inn Keeper and stabler that made a fortune. He died around 1783 and was the brother of my ancestor William Ramsay. He's mentioned in The Story of Mary Brown from Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Vol. XXIII. by Various (Part 2 out of 4). I thought I'd share this as it's encountering this type of story that makes my genealogical research more interesting that the actual ancestry.
The Story of Mary Brown
If the reader of what I am going to relate for his or her edification,
or for perhaps a greater luxury, viz. wonder, should be so unreasonable
as to ask for my authority, I shall be tempted, because a little piqued,
to say that no one should be too particular about the source of
pleasure, inasmuch as, if you will enjoy nothing but what you can prove
to be a reality, you will, under good philosophical leadership, have no
great faith in the sun–a thing which you never saw, the existence of
which you are only assured of by a round figure of light on the back of
your eye, and which may be likened to tradition; so all you have to do
is to believe like a good Catholic, and be contented, even though I
begin so poorly as to try to interest you in two very humble beings who
have been dead for many years, and whose lives were like a steeple
without a bell in it, the intention of which you cannot understand till
your eye reaches the weathercock upon the top, and then you wonder at so
great an erection for so small an object. The one bore the name of
William Halket, a young man, who, eight or nine years before he became
of much interest either to himself or any other body, was what in our
day is called an Arab of the City–a poor street boy, who didn't know
who his father was, though, as for his mother, he knew her by a pretty
sharp experience, insomuch as she took from him every penny he made by
holding horses, and gave him more cuffs than cakes in return. But Bill
got out of this bondage by the mere chance of having been taken a fancy
to by Mr. Peter Ramsay, innkeeper and stabler, in St. Mary's Wynd (an
ancestor, we suspect, of the Ramsays of Barnton), who thought he saw in
the City Arab that love of horse-flesh which belongs to the Bedouin, and
who accordingly elevated him to the position of a stable-boy, with board
and as many shillings a week as there are days in that subdivision of
Nor did William Halket–to whom for his merits we accord the full
Christian name–do any discredit to the perspicacity of his master, if
it was not that he rather exceeded the hopes of his benefactor, for he
was attentive to the horses, civil to the farmers, and handy at anything
that came in his way. Then, to render the connection reciprocal, William
was gratefully alive to the conviction that if he had not been, as it
were, taken from the street, the street might have been taken from him,
by his being locked up some day in the Heart of Midlothian. So things
went on in St. Mary's Wynd for five or six years, and might have gone on
for twice that period, had it not been that at a certain hour of a
certain day William fell in love with a certain Mary Brown, who had come
on that very day to be an under-housemaid in the inn; and strange
enough, it was a case of "love at first sight," the more by token that
it took effect the moment that Mary entered the stable with a glass of
whisky in her hand sent to him by Mrs. Ramsay. No doubt it is seldom
that a fine blooming young girl, with very pretty brown hair and very
blue eyes, appears to a young man with such a recommendation in her
hand; but we are free to say that the whisky had nothing to do with an
effect which is well known to be the pure result of the physical
attributes of the individual. Nay, our statement might have been proved
by the counterpart effect produced upon Mary herself, for she was struck
by William at the same moment when she handed him the glass; and we are
not to assume that the giving of a pleasant boon is always attended with
the same effect as the receiving of it.
But, as our story requires, it is the love itself between these two
young persons, whose fates were so remarkable, we have to do with–not
the causes, which are a mystery in all cases. Sure it is, humble in
position as they were, they could love as strongly, as fervently,
perhaps as ecstatically, as great people–nay, probably more so, for
education has a greater chance of moderating the passion than increasing
it; and so, notwithstanding of what Plutarch says of the awfully
consuming love between Phrygius and Picrea, and also what Shakespeare
has sung or said about a certain Romeo and a lady called Juliet, we are
certain that the affection between these grand personages was not _more_
genuine, tender, and true, than that which bound the simple and
unsophisticated hearts of Will Halket and Mary Brown. But at best we
merely play on the surface of a deep subject when we try with a pen to
describe feelings, and especially the feelings of love. We doubt, if
even the said pen were plucked from Cupid's wing, whether it would help
us much. We are at best only left to a choice of expressions, and
perhaps the strongest we could use are those which have already been
used a thousand times–the two were all the world to each other, the
world outside nothing at all to them; so that they could have been as
happy on the top of Mount Ararat, or on the island of Juan Fernandez,
provided they should be always in each other's company, as they were in
St. Mary's Wynd. And as for whispered protestations and chaste kisses–
for really their love had a touch of romance about it you could hardly
have expected, but which yet kept it pure, if not in some degree
elevated above the loves of common people–these were repeated so often
about the quiet parts of Arthur's Seat and the King's Park, and the
fields about the Dumbiedykes and Duddingstone Loch, that they were the
very moral aliments on which they lived. In short, to Mary Brown the
great Duke of Buccleuch was as nothing compared to Willie Halket, and to
Willie Halket the beautiful Duchess of Grammont would have been as
nothing compared to simple Mary Brown. All which is very amiable and
very necessary; for if it had been so ordained that people should feel
the exquisite sensations of love in proportion as they were beautiful,
or rich, or endowed with talent (according to a standard), our world
would have been even more queer than that kingdom described by Gulliver,
where the ugliest individual is made king or queen.
Things continued in this very comfortable state at the old inn in St.
Mary's Wynd for about a year, and it had come to enter into the
contemplation of Will that upon getting an increase of his wages he
would marry Mary, and send her to live with her mother, a poor,
hard-working washerwoman, in Big Lochend Close; whereunto Mary was so
much inclined, that she looked forward to the day as the one that
promised to be the happiest that she had yet seen, or would ever see.
But, as an ancient saying runs, the good hour is in no man's choice; and
about this time it so happened that Mr. Peter Ramsay, having had a
commission from an old city man, a Mr. Dreghorn, located as a planter in
Virginia, to send him out a number of Scottish horses, suggested to
William that he would do well to act as supercargo and groom. Mr.
Dreghorn had offered to pay a good sum to the man who should bring them
out safe, besides paying his passage over and home. And Mr. Ramsay would
be ready to receive Will into his old place again on his return. As for
Mary, with regard to whom the master knew his man's intentions, she
would remain where she was, safe from all temptation, and true to the
choice of her heart. This offer pleased William, because he saw that he
could make some money out of the adventure, whereby he would be the
better able to marry, and make a home for the object of his affections;
but he was by no means sure that Mary would consent; for women, by some
natural divining of the heart, look upon delays in affairs of love as
ominous and dangerous. And so it turned out that one Sabbath evening,
when they were seated beneath a tree in the King's Park, and William had
cautiously introduced the subject to her, she was like other women.
"The bird that gets into the bush," she said, as the tears fell upon her
cheeks, "sometimes forgets to come back to the cage again. I would
rather hae the lean lintie in the hand, than the fat finch on the wand."
"But you forget, Mary, love," was the answer of Will, "that you can feed
the lean bird, but you can't feed me. It is I who must support you. It
is to enable me to do that which induces me to go. I will come with
guineas in my pocket where there are now only pennies and placks; and
you know, Mary, the Scotch saying, 'A heavy purse makes a light heart.'"
"And an unsteady one," rejoined Mary. "And you may bring something else
wi' you besides the guineas; maybe a wife."
"One of Mr. Dreghorn's black beauties," said Will, laughing. "No, no,
Mary, I am too fond of the flaxen ringlets, the rosy cheeks, and the
blue eyes; and you know, Mary, you have all these, so you have me in
your power. But to calm your fears, and stop your tears, I'll tell you
what I'll do."
"Stay at hame, Will, and we'll live and dee thegither."
"No," replied Will; "but, like the genteel lover I have read of, I will
swear on your Bible that I will return to you within the year, and marry
you at the Tron Kirk, and throw my guineas into the lap of your
marriage-gown, and live with you until I die."
For all which and some more we may draw upon our fancy; but certain it
is, as the strange story goes, that Will did actually then and
there–for Mary had been at the Tron Kirk, and had her Bible in her
pocket (an article, the want of which is not well supplied by the
scent-bottle of our modern Maries)–swear to do all he had said,
whereupon Mary was so far satisfied that she gave up murmuring–perhaps
no more than that. Certain also it is, that before the month was done,
Will, with his living, kicking charges, and after more of these said
tears from Mary than either of them had arithmetic enough to enable them
to count, embarked at Leith for Richmond, at which place the
sugar-planter had undertaken to meet him.
We need say nothing of the voyage across the Atlantic, somewhat arduous
at that period, nor need we pick up Will again till we find him in
Richmond, with his horses all safe, and as fat and sleek as if they had
been fed by Neptune's wife, and had drawn her across in place of her own
steeds. There he found directions waiting from Mr. Dreghorn, to the
effect that he was to proceed with the horses to Peach Grove, his
plantation, a place far into the heart of the country. But Will was
content; for had he not time and to spare within the year, and he would
see some more of the new world, which, so far as his experience yet
went, seemed to him to be a good place for a freeman to live in? So off
he went, putting up at inns by the way, as well supplied with food and
fodder as Mr. Peter Ramsay's, in St. Mary's Wynd, and showing off his
nags to the planters, who wondered at their bone and muscle, the more by
reason they had never seen Scotch horses before. As he progressed, the
country seemed to Will more and more beautiful, and by the time he
reached Peach Grove he had come to the unpatriotic conclusion that all
it needed was Mary Brown, with her roses, and ringlets, and eyes,
passing like an angel–lovers will be poets–among these ebon beauties,
to make it the finest country in the world.
Nor when the Scotsman reached Peach Grove did the rosy side of matters
recede into the shady; for he was received in a great house by Mr.
Dreghorn with so much kindness, that, if the horses rejoiced in maize
and oats, Will found himself, as the saying goes, in five-bladed clover.
But more awaited him, even thus much more, that the planter, and his
fine lady of a wife as well, urged him to remain on the plantation,
where he would be well paid and well fed; and when Will pleaded his
engagement to return to Scotland within the year, the answer was ready,
that he might spend eight months in Virginia at least, which would
enable him to take home more money,–an answer that seemed so very
reasonable, if not prudent, that "Sawny" saw the advantage thereof and
agreed. But we need hardly say that this was conceded upon the condition
made with himself, that he would write to Mary all the particulars, and
also upon the condition, acceded to by Mr. Dreghorn, that he would take
the charge of getting the letter sent to Scotland.
All which having been arranged, Mr. Halket–for we cannot now continue
to take the liberty of calling him Will–was forthwith elevated to the
position of driving negroes in place of horses, an occupation which he
did not much relish, insomuch that he was expected to use the lash, an
instrument of which he had been very chary in his treatment of
four-legged chattels, and which he could not bring himself to apply with
anything but a sham force in reference to the two-legged species. But
this objection he thought to get over by using the sharp crack of his
Jehu-voice as a substitute for that of the whip; and in this he
persevered, in spite of the jeers of the other drivers, who told him the
thing had been tried often, but that the self-conceit of the negro met
the stimulant and choked it at the very entrance to the ear; and this he
soon found to be true. So he began to do as others did; and he was the
sooner reconciled to the strange life into which he had been
precipitated by the happy condition of the slaves themselves, who, when
their work was over, and at all holiday hours, dressed themselves in the
brightest colours of red and blue and white, danced, sang, ate
corn-cakes and bacon, and drank coffee with a zest which would have done
a Scotch mechanic, with his liberty to produce a lock-out, much good to
see. True, indeed, the white element of the population was at a discount
at Peach Grove. But in addition to the above source of reconciliation,
Halket became day by day more captivated by the beauty of the country,
with its undulating surface, its wooded clumps, its magnolias,
tulip-trees, camellias, laurels, passion-flowers, and palms, its
bright-coloured birds, and all the rest of the beauties for which it is
famous all over the world. But nature might charm as it might–Mary
Brown was three thousand miles away.
Meanwhile the time passed pleasantly, for he was accumulating money;
Mary's letter would be on the way, and the hope of seeing her within the
appointed time was dominant over all the fascinations which charmed the
senses. But when the month came in which he ought to have received a
letter, no letter came–not much this to be thought of, though Mr.
Dreghorn tried to impress him with the idea that there must be some
change of sentiment in the person from whom he expected the much-desired
answer. So Halket wrote again, giving the letter, as before, to his
master, who assured him it was sent carefully away; and while it was
crossing the Atlantic he was busy in improving his penmanship and
arithmetic, under the hope held out to him by his master that he would,
if he remained, be raised to a book-keeper's desk; for the planter had
seen early that he had got hold of a long-headed, honest, sagacious
"Sawny," who would be of use to him. On with still lighter wing the
intermediate time sped again, but with no better result in the shape of
an answer from her who was still the object of his day fancies and his
midnight dreams. Nor did all this kill his hope. A third letter was
despatched, but the returning period was equally a blank. We have been
counting by months, which, as they sped, soon brought round the
termination of his year, and with growing changes too in himself; for as
the notion began to worm itself into his mind that his beloved Mary was
either dead or faithless, another power was quietly assailing him from
within,–no other than ambition in the most captivating of all
shapes–Mammon. We all know the manner in which the golden deity
acquires his authority; nor do we need to have recourse to the conceit
of the old writer who tells us that the reason why gold has such an
influence upon man, lies in the fact that it is of the colour of the
sun, which is the fountain of light, and life, and joy. Certain it is,
at least, that Halket having been taken into the counting-house on a
raised salary, began "to lay by," as the Scotch call it; and by-and-by,
with the help of a little money lent to him by his master, he began by
purchasing produce from the neighbouring plantations, and selling it
where he might,–all which he did with advantage, yet with the ordinary
result to a Scotsman, that while he turned to so good account the king's
head, the king's head began to turn his own.
And now in place of months we must begin to count by lustrums; and the
first five years, even with all the thoughts of his dead, or, at least,
lost Mary, proved in Halket's case the truth of the book written by a
Frenchman, to prove that man is a plant; for he had already thrown out
from his head or heart so many roots in the Virginian soil that he was
bidding fair to be as firmly fixed in his new sphere as a magnolia, and
if that bore golden blossoms, so did he; yet, true to his first love,
there was not among all these flowers one so fair as the fair-haired
Mary. Nay, with all hope not yet extinguished, he had even at the end of
the period resolved upon a visit to Scotland, when, strangely enough,
and sadly too, he was told by Mr. Dreghorn, that having had occasion to
hear from Mr. Peter Ramsay on the subject of some more horse-dealings,
that person had reported to him that Mary Brown, the lover of his old
stable-boy, was dead. A communication this which, if it had been made at
an earlier period, would have prostrated Halket altogether, but it was
softened by his long foreign anticipations, and he was thereby the more
easily inclined to resign his saddened soul to the further dominion of
the said god, Mammon; for, as to the notion of putting any of those
beautiful half-castes he sometimes saw about the planter's house at
Peach Grove, in the place of her of the golden ringlets, it was nothing
better than the desecration of a holy temple. Then the power of the god
increased with the offerings, one of which was his large salary as
manager, a station to which he was elevated shortly after he had
received the doleful tidings of Mary's death. Another lustrum is added,
and we arrive at ten years; and yet another, and we come to fifteen; at
the end of which time Mr. Dreghorn died, leaving Halket as one of his
trustees, for behoof of his wife, in whom the great plantation vested.
If we add yet another lustrum, we find the Scot–fortunate, save for one
misfortune that made him a joyless worshipper of gold–purchasing from
the widow, who wished to return to England, the entire plantation under
the condition of an annuity.
And Halket was now rich, even beyond what he had ever wished; but the
chariot-wheels of Time would not go any slower–nay, they moved faster,
and every year more silently, as if the old Father had intended to cheat
the votary of Mammon into a belief that he would live for ever. The
lustrums still passed: another five, another, and another, till there
was scope for all the world being changed, and a new generation taking
the place of that with which William Halket and Mary Brown began. And he
was changed too, for he began to take on those signs of age which make
the old man a painted character; but in one thing he was not changed,
and that was the worshipful stedfastness, the sacred fidelity, with
which he still treasured in his mind the form and face, the words and
the smiles, the nice and refined peculiarities that feed love as with
nectared sweets, which once belonged to Mary Brown, the first creature
that had moved his affections, and the last to hold them, as the object
of a cherished memory for ever. Nor with time, so deceptive, need we be
so sparing in dealing out those periods of five years, but say at once
that at last William Halket could count twelve of them since first he
set his foot on Virginian soil; yea, he had been there for sixty
summers, and he had now been a denizen of the world for seventy-eight
years. In all which our narrative has been strange, but we have still
the stranger fact to set forth, that at this late period he was seized
with that moral disease (becoming physical in time) which the French
call _mal du pays_, the love of the country where one was born, and
first enjoyed the fresh springs that gush from the young heart. Nor was
it the mere love of country, as such, for he was seized with a
particular wish to be where Mary lay in the churchyard of the Canongate,
to erect a tombstone over her, to seek out her relations and enrich
them, to make a worship out of a disappointed love, to dedicate the last
of his thoughts to the small souvenirs of her humble life. Within a
month this old man was on his way to Scotland, having sold the
plantation, and taken bills with him to an amount of little less than a
hundred thousand pounds.
In the course of five weeks William Halket put his foot on the old pier
of Leith, on which some very old men were standing, who had been urchins
when he went away. The look of the old harbour revived the image which
had been imprinted on his mind when he sailed, and the running of the
one image into the other produced the ordinary illusion of all that long
interval appearing as a day; but there was no illusion in the change,
that Mary Brown was there when he departed, and there was no Mary Brown
there now. Having called a coach, he told the driver to proceed up Leith
Walk, and take him to Peter Ramsay's inn, in St. Mary's Wynd; but the
man told him there was no inn there, nor had been in his memory. The man
added that he would take him to the White Horse in the Canongate, and
thither accordingly he drove him. On arriving at the inn, he required
the assistance of the waiter to enable him to get out of the coach; nor
probably did the latter think this any marvel, after looking into a face
so furrowed with years, so pale with the weakness of a languid
circulation, so saddened with care. The rich man had only an inn for a
home, nor in all his native country was there one friend whom he hoped
to find alive. Neither would a search help him, as he found on the
succeeding day, when, by the help of his staff, he essayed an infirm
walk in the great thoroughfare of the old city. The houses were not much
altered, but the signboards had got new names and figures; and as for
the faces, they were to him even as those in Crete to the Cretan, after
he awoke from a sleep of forty-seven years–a similitude only true in
this change, for Epimenidas was still as young when he awoke as when he
went to sleep, but William Halket was old among the young and the grown,
who were unknown to him, as he was indeed strange to them. True, too, as
the coachman said, Peter Ramsay's inn, where he had heard Mary singing
at her work, and the stable where he had whistled blithely among his
favourite horses, were no longer to be seen–_etiam cineres
perierunt_–their very sites were occupied by modern dwellings. What of
that small half-sunk lodging in Big Lochend Close, where Mary's mother
lived, and where Mary had been brought up, where perhaps Mary had died?
Would it not be a kind of pilgrimage to hobble down the Canongate to
that little lodging, and might there not be for him a sad pleasure even
to enter and sit down by the same fireplace where he had seen the
dearly-beloved face, and listened to her voice, to him more musical than
the melody of angels?
And so, after he had walked about till he was wearied, and his steps
became more unsteady and slow, and as yet without having seen a face
which he knew, he proceeded in the direction of the Big Close. There
was, as regards stone and lime, little change here; he soon recognised
the half-sunk window where, on the Sunday evenings, he had sometimes
tapped as a humorous sign that he was about to enter, which had often
been responded to by Mary's finger on the glass, as a token that he
would be welcome. It was sixty years since then. A small corb would now
hold all that remained of both mother and daughter. He turned away his
head as if sick, and was about to retrace his steps. Yet the wish to
enter that house rose again like a yearning; and what more in the world
than some souvenir of the only being on earth he ever loved was there
for him to yearn for? All his hundred thousand pounds were now, dear as
money had been to him, nothing in comparison of the gratification of
seeing the room where she was born–yea, where probably she had died. In
as short a time as his trembling limbs would carry him down the stair,
which in the ardour of his young blood he had often taken at a bound, he
was at the foot of it. There was there the old familiar dark passage,
with doors on either side, but it was the farthest door that was of any
interest to him. Arrived at it, he stood in doubt. He would knock, and
he would not; the mystery of an undefined fear was over him; and yet,
what had he to fear? For half a century the inmates had been changed, no
doubt, over and over again, and he would be as unknowing as unknown. At
length the trembling finger achieves the furtive tap, and the door was
opened by a woman, whose figure could only be seen by him in coming
between him and the obscure light that came in by the half-sunk window
in front; nor could she, even if she had had the power of vision, see
more of him, for the lobby was still darker.
"Who may live here?" said he, in the expectation of hearing some name
unknown to him.
The answer, in a broken, cracked voice, was not slow–
"Mary Brown; and what may you want of her?"
"Mary Brown!" but not a word more could he say, and he stood as still as
a post; not a movement of any kind did he show for so long a time that
the woman might have been justified in her fear of a very spirit.
"And can ye say nae mair, sir?" rejoined she. "Is my name a bogle to
terrify human beings?"
But still he was silent, for the reason that he could not think, far
less speak, nor even for some minutes could he achieve more than the
repetition of the words, "Mary Brown."
"But hadna ye better come in, good sir?" said she. "Ye may ken our auld
saying, 'They that speak in the dark may miss their mark;' for words
carry nae light in their een ony mair than me, for, to say the truth, I
am old and blind."
And, moving more as an automaton than as one under a will, Halket was
seated on a chair, with this said old and blind woman by his side, who
sat silent and with blank eyes waiting for the stranger to explain what
he wanted. Nor was the opportunity lost by Halket, who, unable to
understand how she should have called herself Mary Brown, began, in the
obscure light of the room, to scrutinize her form and features; and in
doing this, he went upon the presumption that this second Mary Brown
only carried the name of the first; but as he looked he began to detect
features which riveted his eyes; where the reagent was so sharp and
penetrating, the analysis was rapid–it was also hopeful–it was also
fearful. Yes, it was true that that woman was _his_ Mary Brown. The
light-brown ringlets were reduced to a white stratum of thin hair; the
blue eyes were grey, without light and without speculation; the roses on
the cheeks were replaced by a pallor, the forerunner of the colour of
death; the lithe and sprightly form was a thin spectral body, where the
sinews appeared as strong cords, and the skin seemed only to cover a
skeleton. Yet, withal, he saw in her that identical Mary Brown. That
wreck was dear to him; it was a relic of the idol he had worshipped
through life; it was the only remnant in the world which had any
interest for him; and he could on the instant have clasped her to his
breast, and covered her pale face with his tears. But how was he to act?
A sudden announcement might startle and distress her.
"There was once a Mary Brown," said he, "who was once a housemaid in Mr.
Peter Ramsay's inn in St. Mary's Wynd."
"And who can it be that can recollect that?" was the answer, as she
turned the sightless orbs on the speaker. "Ye maun be full o' years.
Yes, that was my happy time, even the only happy time I ever had in this
"And there was one William Halket there at that time also," he
Words which, as they fell upon the ear, seemed to be a stimulant so
powerful as to produce a jerk in the organ; the dulness of the eyes
seemed penetrated with something like light, and a tremor passed over
her entire frame.
"That name is no to be mentioned, sir," she said nervously, "except
aince and nae mair; he was my ruin; for he pledged his troth to me, and
promised to come back and marry me, but he never came."
"Nor wrote you?" said Halket.
"No, never," replied she; "I would hae gien the world for a scrape o'
the pen o' Will Halket; but it's a' past now, and I fancy he is dead and
gone to whaur there is neither plighted troth, nor marriage, nor giving
in marriage; and my time, too, will be short."
A light broke in upon the mind of Halket, carrying the suspicion that
Mr. Dreghorn had, for the sake of keeping him at Peach Grove, never
forwarded the letters, whereto many circumstances tended.
"And what did you do when you found Will had proved false?" inquired
Halket. "Why should that have been your ruin?"
"Because my puir heart was bound up in him," said she, "and I never
could look upon another man. Then what could a puir woman do? My mother
died, and I came here to work as she wrought–ay, fifty years ago, and
my reward has been the puir boon o' the parish bread; ay, and waur than
a' the rest, blindness."
"Mary!" said Halket, as he took her emaciated hand into his, scarcely
less emaciated, and divested of the genial warmth.
The words carried the old sound, and she started and shook.
"Mary," he continued, "Will Halket still lives. He was betrayed, as you
have been betrayed. He wrote three letters to you, all of which were
kept back by his master, for fear of losing one who he saw would be
useful to him; and, to complete the conspiracy, he reported you dead
upon the authority of Peter Ramsay. Whereupon Will betook himself to the
making of money; but he never forgot his Mary, whose name has been heard
as often as the song of the birds in the groves of Virginia."
"Ah, you are Will himself!" cried she. "I ken now the sound o' your
voice in the word 'Mary,' even as you used to whisper it in my ear in
the fields at St. Leonard's. Let me put my hand upon your head, and move
my fingers ower your face. Yes, yes. Oh, mercy, merciful God, how can my
poor worn heart bear a' this!"
"Mary, my dear Mary!" ejaculated the moved man, "come to my bosom and
let me press you to my heart; for this is the only blissful moment I
have enjoyed for sixty years."
Nor was Mary deaf to his entreaties, for she resigned herself as in a
swoon to an embrace, which an excess of emotion, working on the
shrivelled heart and the wasted form, probably prevented her from
"But, oh, Willie!" she cried, "a life's love lost; a lost life on both
our sides."
"Not altogether," rejoined he, in the midst of their mutual sobs. "It
may be–nay, it is–that our sands are nearly run. Yea, a rude shake
would empty the glass, so weak and wasted are both of us; but still
there are a few grains to pass, and they shall be made golden. You are
the only living creature in all this world I have any care for. More
thousands of pounds than you ever dreamt of are mine, and will be yours.
We will be married even yet, not as the young marry, but as those marry
who may look to their knowing each other as husband and wife in heaven,
where there are no cruel, interested men to keep them asunder; and for
the short time we are here you shall ride in your carriage as a lady,
and be attended by servants; nor shall a rude breath of wind blow upon
you which it is in the power of man to save you from."
"Ower late, Willie, ower late," sighed the exhausted woman, as she still
lay in his arms. "But if all this should please my Will–I canna use
another name, though you are now a gentleman–I will do even as you
list, and that which has been by a cruel fate denied us here we may
share in heaven."
"And who shall witness this strange marriage?" said he. "There is no one
in Edinburgh now that I know or knows me. Has any one ever been kind to
"Few, few indeed," answered she. "I can count only three."
"I must know these wonderful exceptions," said he, as he made an attempt
at a grim smile; "for those who have done a service to Mary Brown have
done a double service to me. I will make every shilling they have given
you a hundred pounds. Tell me their names."
"There is John Gilmour, my landlord," continued she, "who, though he
needed a' his rents for a big family, passed me many a term, and forbye
brought me often, when I was ill and couldna work, many a bottle o'
wine; there is Mrs. Paterson o' the Watergate, too, who aince, when I
gaed to her in sair need, gave me a shilling out o' three that she
needed for her bairns; and Mrs. Galloway, o' Little Lochend, slipt in to
me a peck o' meal ae morning when I had naething for breakfast."
"And these shall be at our marriage, Mary," said he. "They shall be
dressed to make their eyes doubtful if they are themselves. John Gilmour
will wonder how these pounds of his rent he passed you from have grown
to hundreds; Mrs. Paterson's shilling will have grown as the widow's
mite never grew, even in heaven; and Mrs. Galloway's peck of meal will
be made like the widow's cruse of oil–it will never be finished while
she is on earth."
Whereupon Mary raised her head. The blank eyes were turned upon him, and
something like a smile played over the thin and wasted face. At the same
moment a fair-haired girl of twelve years came jumping into the room,
and only stopped when she saw a stranger.
"That is Helen Kemp," said Mary, who knew her movements. "I forgot
Helen; she lights my fire, and when I was able to gae out used to lead
me to the Park."
"And she shall be one of the favoured ones of the earth," said he, as he
took by the hand the girl, whom the few words from Mary had made sacred
to him, adding, "Helen, dear, you are to be kinder to Mary than you have
ever been;" and, slipping into the girl's hand a guinea, he whispered,
"You shall have as many of these as will be a bigger tocher to you than
you ever dreamed of, for what you have done for Mary Brown."
And thus progressed to a termination a scene, perhaps more extraordinary
than ever entered into the head of a writer of natural things and events
not beyond the sphere of the probable. Nor did what afterwards took
place fall short of the intentions of a man whose intense yearnings to
make up for what had been lost led him into the extravagance of a vain
fancy. He next day took a great house, and forthwith furnished it in
proportion to his wealth. He hired servants in accordance, and made all
the necessary arrangements for the marriage. Time, which had been so
cruel to him and his sacred Mary, was put under the obligation of
retribution. John Gilmour, Mrs. Paterson, Mrs. Galloway, and Helen Kemp
were those, and those alone, privileged to witness the ceremony. We
would not like to describe how they were decked out, nor shall we try to
describe the ceremony itself. But vain are the aspirations of man when
he tries to cope with the Fates! The changed fortune was too much for
the frail and wasted bride to bear. She swooned at the conclusion of the
ceremony, and was put into a silk-curtained bed. Even the first glimpse
of grandeur was too much for the spirit whose sigh was "vanity, all is
vanity," and, with the words on her lips, "A life's love lost," she


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Tomorrow we run… wait for it… nine miles. Oh yeah. That some serious distance right there. I have no doubt it's going to be awe-some. That is, unless it sucks. Eh… you never can tell.
This past week or so has probably been the most slacker-fabulous I've had in months. Business travel is never – let's say – conducive to working out and eating, you know, food that isn't crap. NO… I don't want a fucking salad for dinner after I've been busting it on an exhibit floor for approximately 10 hours. That ain't never gonna happen. Instead, I'm going to have... fish and chips (Stella); sushi (pinot grigio); crab cake sandwich (some kind of pale ale); hummus and pita bread (Magic Hat #9); massive amount of buffet food (vodka tonics). Do you guys see all the non-Miller Lite beer that I drank? I was so proud of me.
Quick side note: I forgot to mention that while in D.C. I fell in LOVE with this place. Chipotle, eat your fucking heart out. You have been replaced (thank God... California Tortilla does not exist here in Chicago... however, I may be opening the first franchise).
Anyway, back to my point... I'm better than I used to be. Since last Thursday, when I landed in DC, I managed a two mile treadmill run on Friday, a one mile treadmill run as well as some weights on Saturday, and a four mile run around D.C. on Monday. Not great, but it could have been worse… this much we know is true.
However, never one to disappoint, we head south from here. When I got back to Chicago, the slacking continued in a BIG way. Tuesday, once home from the airport, I spent the majority of the day lying on the couch. Wednesday, I had a hair appointment. Thursday, well… Thursday I gave up on life a little… and decided the best remedy for giving up was forcing my sister to listen to me whine on the phone for approximately 45 minutes, Thai takeout complete with crab Rangoon, and NBC's shitty summer primetime programming (Last Comic Standing… anyone?).
Works every time (a girl can only wallow in self-pity for so long; there are things to be done!).
I got my groove back today in a major way. First, I practically begged my trainer kick my ass this afternoon (I also mentioned to him that I wanted to focus more on my core muscles). And he rarely disappoints. Ask, my friends and you shall receive. Then, if that weren't enough for one day, my running buddy Meg called me moments after I arrived home from training with TR and G. She mentioned in the course of the conversation that she was all dressed up… for running, yet was struggling to decide whether or not she would actually go.
"What if…" I said tentatively, "I went with you?"
And we were off… easy 30 minute run around the neighborhood. I am a little worried that an hour of strength training coupled with a run will be too much considering the distance tomorrow, but I guess we'll find out. For the moment, a run was exactly what I needed (dear God am I one of those people?).
Tomorrow we run... distance-style.

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In Recognition of Fuji Xerox's Rigorous Product Safety Measures
TOKYO, November 18, 2008 — Fuji Xerox Co., Ltd. won the Silver Prize in the Large Manufacturer and Importer Category of Fiscal 2008 Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry (METI) Awards for Best Contributors to Product Safety, which was announced by METI on November 17, 2008.
These awards were commenced in 2007 with the purpose of raising corporate awareness of the issues involved with product safety, firmly establishing a product safety culture that stresses the importance of product safety throughout all areas of business activity and consumer lifestyles, thereby contributing to realizing a safer and more secure society where product safety is upheld on a sustained and evolving basis. The main criteria includes: (1) Safety competence; (2) Response competence - the ability to effectively deal with accidents or other troubles; (3) Communication competence - capability to obtain and supply key intelligence smoothly; (4) Personnel competence; and (5) Sustainability competence.
Within the METI evaluations, Fuji Xerox received stellar marks for the following types of ongoing corporate activities.
The METI Minister Awards ceremony was held on Monday November 17 in Tokyo, with Fuji Xerox Corporate Vice President Yoshiaki Takahashi on hand to receive the Silver Prize honor. Companies receiving these awards are authorized to use the logo to demonstrate corporate excellence in product safety countermeasures for a total of two years (in this case, through March 2010).
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Fast and beuatiful cruiser/racer. With this Pronavia 38 you sail in a unique yacht (1 of 8) in the middle of a regqatta field or just cruising with family and friends. This Swedish yacht offers space and a luxury interior and 6 berths in three cabins. Hull shape, sails, and other rigging components make this a sporty and easy to sail yacht.
PRONAVIA 38 sailing yacht
LOA (m): 11,58
Beam (m): 3,40
Draft (m): 2,30
Air draft (m): 18,20
Headroom (m): 1,87
Year built: 2006
Launched: 2007
Builder: Pronavia Marine AB
Country: Sweden
Designer: Christian Stimpson
Displacement (t): 6,850
Ballast (tonnes): 2,150 cast iron and lead
CE norm: A
Hull material: GRP
Hull colour: white
Hull thickness (mm): full GRP up to 30 cm above waterline
Hull shape: round-bilged
Keel type: fin keel with bulb
Superstructure material: GRP
Deck material: GRP
Deck finish: non-skid moulded in
Cockpit deck finish: teak
Antifouling (year): 2017
Window frame: aluminium
Window material: perspex
Deckhatch: 4
Fuel tank (litre): 80 polyethylene
Level indicator (fuel tank): Yes
Freshwater tank (litre): 220 polyethylene
Blackwater tank (litre): 60 polyethylene
Blackwater tank extraction: deck extraction + uw line
Wheel steering: Edson double
Emergency tiller: Yes
More info on paintwork: new epoxy layers 2015
Cabins: 3
Berths: 7
Interior: mahogany
Floor: teak and holly
Headroom saloon (m): 1,90
Heating: Ebespächer diesel ducted hot air
Chart table: Yes
Galley: Yes
Countertop: plastic
Sink: stainless steel
Cooker: 2-burner Eno calor gas
Oven: Yes
Fridge: Yes
Hot water system: 220V + engine
Water pressure system: electrical
Owners cabin: double bed
Bed length (m): 1,95
Wardrobe: hanging and shelves
Bathroom: shared
Toilet: shared
Toilet system: manual
Wash basin: in the bathroom
Shower: shared
Guest cabin 1: double bed
Bed length (m): 1,90
Wardrobe: hanging and shelves
Guest cabin 2: double bed
Bed length (m): 1,90
Wardrobe: hanging and shelves
Rigging: 19/20 sloop
Standing rigging: Dyform
Brand mast: Seldén
Material mast: aluminium
Spreaders: 2 pairs
Keel stepped mast: Yes
Mainsail cover: Yes
Battcars: Yes
Fully battened mainsail: Pink laminate 4-DL
Genoa: 105% Pink laminate with UV-strip
Genoa furler: Harken MKIII racing
Genoa cover: Yes
Code Zero: Yes
Spinaker: Hamel with squeezer
Reefing System: slabreefing
Backstay adjuster: dynema line tackle
Boomvang: gasspring
Primary sheet winch: 2x Harken 48ST
Secondary sheet winch: 2x Harken 44ST
Halyard winches: 2x Harken 40ST
Spi-pole: carbon
Gennaker pole: carbon
Spare main and genoa
No of engines: 1
Make: Yanmar
Type: 3JH4E
kW: 28,67
Fuel: diesel
Year installed: 2006
Maximum speed (kn): 8
Cruising speed (kn): 7
Consumption (l/hr): 3
Engine hours: hour counter defect
Engine cooling system: freshwater heat exchanger
Drive: sail-drive
Saildrive seal: original
Propeller type: Flex o Fold folding
Propeller blades: 2
Manual bilge pump: Yes
Electric bilge pump: Yes
Batteries: 3x 80 amp (2016)
Battery charger: Mastervolt 25A
Shorepower: with cable
smoke detector
Compass: Plastimo 130
Depth sounder: Raymarine ST60+ Tridata
Log: Raymarine ST60+ Tridata
Windset: Raymarine ST60+ Tridata
Repeater: Yes
VHF: Ray 240E
Autopilot: Raymarine ST6002
Rudder angle indicator: on autopilot
Plotter/GPS: Raymarine C-70
Navtex: Clipper
Electronis chart(s): from Baltic sea to Gibraltar
Sprayhood: dark Blue
Sun awning: over boom
Cockpit table: Yes
Boarding ladder: stainless steel
Deck shower: hot and cold
Anchor: stainless steel Bruce
Anchor chain: lead-line
Anchor 2: Bruce
Sea railing: wire
Life raft: valise (or bag)
Life raft (pers): 6
Last life raft survey: 2010
Safety lines on deck: Yes
TV: one at charttale and one in port side aft cabin
Radio-cd player: Pioneer
iPod connection: Yes
Cockpit speakers: Yes
Speakers in salon: Yes
Clock - barometer: Yes
The Company offers the details of this vessel in good faith but cannot guarantee or warrant the accuracy of this information nor warrant the condition of the vessel. A buyer should instruct his agents, or his surveyors, to investigate such details as the buyer desires validated. This vessel is offered subject to prior sale, price change, or withdrawal without notice.
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I also tried to remove the graphics card and connect the monitor directly to the motherboard. But i still have the same problem.
To determine if the graphics card is faulty (I doubt it) connect another monitor to this graphics card and check the video image.
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I also tried to remove the graphics card and connect the monitor directly to the motherboard. But i still have the same problem.
When you connected the monitor to the motherboard video and you got the same image on the monitor then this indicates the monitor is faulty.
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Up at 5AM.
Tired today. Pauly had poker last night, and holy smoke he took second. It has been a loooong time since the boy has won- a long bad beat. Got up when he got home and caught the end of the Ravens-Texans game.
handful walnuts on the way in.
WOD: 3 rds: 10 DLs @ 95, 20 KTE. About 15 minutes.
breakfast- eggs, mixed veggies with EVOO, nuts.
So I officially make it to the third trimester today. I am 7 months. I am starting to feel it, as well! I took some grief last night from the preggo yoga instructor about being tight due to the fact that I 'lift weights'. Whatever. I am more likely tight because I do not stretch enough- I get it. I need to make more of an effort to stretch. I think because I am not lifting that much these days and not hitting the intensity like usual that my body does not meed it as much, READ: ridiculous. The yoga is once a week- and honestly, the instructor makes me cranky....I have missed the last few weeks for various reasons, but mostly, because she makes me cranky.
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My name's Daniel Vaught. I started this blog in the hopes to inspire others to seek God! In this blog, I'll share my thoughts on many passages and themes in the Bible. We're all born in this "lion's den" and, like Daniel in the Bible, we're called to seek the Lord to survive the evils of this world and inspire others! Let's seek the Lord together and make this world a better place.
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You can follow this link and it will take you to my example.
What I want you guys to do in class is to make your own Glog illustrating the charity which you created in class. You can use mine as an example, or do something completely different. Be sure to include pictures, music (must be appropriate for school), some text giving info about your charity, and creative use of color and graphics.
When you are finished with your glog, update your original post about your charity and include the link to your glog at the end. THEN I would like you to visit the glogs of all of the other students in the class and comment on each one.


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People don't understand how I can be Christian and a feminist, and this has resulted in a lot of heated discussions. It does sometimes appear to be an oxymoron. How does one combine religion - a concept entangled with rules and regulations - with feminism, which arguably seems to have lost all direction (and dignity)?
When trying to address this issue, I have found that there is a main reason why the idea of feminist ideology peacefully coexisting with anything else in this universe is so hard to fathom. Unfortunately many people still do not understand feminism and this can be attributed to the fact that women's issues change with time and therefore feminism too is ever evolving. It's almost as though whenever people start getting their head around the idea another wave of feminism pops up and muddles things all over again.
The fact that feminism is ever evolving should not be seen as a weakness, or make it any less valid as a worldview. We feminists should be proud of our adaptability - the issue is with letting the world in on our growth. As young people spend more time-sharing views on the Internet with no sense of responsibility, a significant portion of content associated with feminism hurts the cause. Young feminists need to take more responsibility for promoting feminism as a just cause rather than another hot topic paraded for retweets.
Whilst in the shower one day I thought to myself 'what do young feminists actually want?' and I realised that I have met a lot of young feminists since I've been at Brunel. This is why I am currently trying to get some fellow students together to write a book. Being a creative writing student, I also understand the power of literature in addressing social issues so I decided to contact a few people on my course to get this project going.
The book will hopefully attempt to answer what feminism means to young, educated people and subsequently why it is an important cause. It will also demonstrate that, although it aims to be revolutionary, feminism isn't about creating conflict.
If anyone would like to join the project, they can contact me (email@example.com) to show interest and there'll be a meeting in September so all contributors can meet and share ideas.
Let's make the most of the knowledge we've gained through books and experience and educate others to create an even better feminism.


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I saw this on a blog and it really hit me. I have been getting sicker and sicker lately it seems. I think a lot of it is stress and not letting God be God in my life. I am going to put some of these in to practice right away. I googled trying to find the source but every one has the list but not the author we are going with source unknown
Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow, and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice.
1. Pray
2. Go to bed on time.
3. Get up on time so you can start the day without feeling rushed.
4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule or that will compromise your mental health.
5. Every night before bed, think of one thing you are grateful for that you've never been grateful for before.
6. Simplify to keep your life uncluttered.
7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)
8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.
9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together.
10. Take one day at a time.
11. If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety. 'Cast your cares upon the Lord for He cares for you.' (I Peter5:7)
12. Make every effort to live within your budget.
13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.
14. KMS (Keep Mouth Shut); this single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble.
15. Do something for the 'kid' in you everyday.
16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line.
17. Get enough rest.
18. Eat right.
19. Get organized so everything has its place.
20. Listen to a tape while driving that is uplifting,i.e. music, etc.
21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.
22. Every day, find time to be alone.
23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try and pray.
24. Make friends with people who love Jesus.(Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. 2 Corinthians 6:14)
25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.
26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good "Thank you Jesus." (I think this relates to the idea in all things give thanks)
27. Laugh.
28. Laugh some more!
29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.
30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).
31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).
32. Sit on your ego.
33. Talk less; listen more.
34. Slow down.
35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe
36. Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you'll have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you'll have worried twice.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Posted by Madonna at 2/21/2012 04:04:00 AM


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Photo: A Suffolk ram that was new to our flock last year. He produced some very nice lambs for us.
We kept a few rams intact from this years lamb crop. In the May Farm Diary post "On the Job Training" we noticed a Katahdin ewe raising triplets on pasture after a cold/wet spell. Impressed with her ability to raise 3 lambs on pasture and with her lambs' survival ability we left one of her ram lambs intact when we processed lambs (castrating, vaccinating and ear tagging). We will be trying him out this year to determine how well he passes on his mother's maternal instincts and his tenacity for survival.
Photo: A Hampshire ram lamb we're going to experiment with this year. He's a handsome boy and we expect some nice sized lambs from him.
Here are a few tips we'd like to pass on to help your breeding season, whether it's already started or starting later:
- Put on the marking harness a few days before the ram goes out with the ewes. This allows time for the rams to adapt to wearing the harness and allows you time to adjust it for a proper fit.
- Switch crayon colors throughout the breeding season. This allows us to narrow down if/when a ewe was bred. This comes in handy during lambing season if you need to put ewes into jugs or the barn.
- Keep track of the weather. If you're using a harness and crayons they need to be the appropriate crayon for the outside temperature. If you experience high temperature fluctuations, cool mornings and hot days, pick the crayon range for when you notice your ram actively breeding.
- An alternative to harnesses is raddle marker. Last year we brought a ewe flock in every ten days to see which ones were marked. We then documented their ear tag number and brought them into the lambing barn a few days before they were due to lamb. This worked out very well for us this year.
- Apply raddle marker with OB Gloves or latex gloves. Reapply every 2-5 days.
Marking Harnesses vs. Raddle Marker
Both are excellent management tools for streamlining your breeding and lambing seasons.
Marking harnesses allow you to switch colors throughout the season unlike raddle marker which limits you to one color per season. Marking harnesses also involve less mess. Raddle also needs multiple reapplications throughout the season. Crayon marks though not considered scourable in the U.S., wear off much quicker than raddle marks.
Raddle marker is not temperature dependent, it works just as well at 90ºF as it does at 20ºF. Raddle marker does not have to be attached to a ram like a marking harness thus there is less stress on the ram.


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Saturday, 8 June 2013
Moral Haiku # 254
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Good ones, Usha. Let's not corrupt our values and morals!ReplyDelete
Thanks Panchali. It is sad to see how morals have lost their value.ReplyDelete
Values and morals are the base of a society.ReplyDelete
To keep it alive, justice and punishment is must.
But where is India going in this respect? :(Replies
Yes Megha This is the tragedy of our country.Delete
It is sad that sometimes people go overboard! Thing are ingrained within them but somehow they conveniently forget! Nicely Usha!ReplyDelete
Thanks Kaykuala How correct 'they conveniently forget"Delete
Culture is the basis of morals and values, very trueReplyDeleteReplies
Thanks Kislaya.Delete
very true..as we sow , so shall we reap.....for a nation of morally sound children, we have to take that step at home.ReplyDeleteReplies
Very true Princess.Thanks.Delete
Ushaji... the second one is so well penned... Yes morals and ethics are forgotten these days....ReplyDelete
Thanks Cynthia It is very unfortunate that people are going on the wrong track.Delete
lovely words...nice lines!ReplyDeleteReplies
Thanks Kalyan.Thanks for visiting.Delete
how true are your words the world is changing and we are just blindly walkig behind as we have become back seatersReplyDeleteReplies
Welcome Sunkan. The pitiable state that we are facing is very depressing.Delete
Very true ma'am, the moral fabric of the society is nearly shredded with no signs of repair almost beyond recognition...Its saddening to see that the society that the world looked up to for the value system is in such deplorable stateReplyDeleteReplies
Yes Reshma it is very sad to see the deterioration of values, which people used to cherish.Delete
This sounds very true of my culture as well in the USA. Social commentary is one important role of creative people. Thanks so much for seeing and writing clearly. Good work.ReplyDeleteReplies
Yes Alice .Human values are now meaningless. It is universal.Delete
a sad statement about today's society.....It scares me sometimes....ReplyDeleteReplies
Yes Jones it is very scary.Delete
Oh, yes - well written!ReplyDeleteReplies
Thanks a lot oneofaclass.Delete
A response poem to you inspirational poems:ReplyDelete
broadcast evil seeds
water well with thoughtless greed
weeds smother loveReplies
Thanks Alice for this lovely composition.Delete
Agree times have changed but every generation has said so of the younger ones!! We are in a never ending circle I suppose!! :)ReplyDelete
Yes Nanka you are correct. Thanks for visiting.ReplyDelete
Excellent haikuReplyDeleteReplies
Thanks a lot.Happy you liked it.Delete
Powerfully said, UshaReplyDeleteReplies
Thanks for the comments.Delete
Truth-speaking haiku, ma'am.ReplyDeleteReplies
Thank you Sarala.:)Delete
A Haiku dripping with truth. Such a pathetic state our country has come to. We were a country, that others looked up to, now shame on us, for corruption has invaded every part of our country.ReplyDeleteReplies
Yes Rama it is very sad. .Such a sorry state of affairs. Don't know when and how this will end.Delete


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Bush Goes to Africa
President George W. Bush set-off on Friday for a five-nation tour, touting American compassion for the poor on the continent.
This will be Bush's last visit to Africa as a US President and will support his legacy and highlight US efforts to resolve regional conflicts, promote democratic reform and help in the fight against HIV/AIDS and Malaria.
President Bush and the First Lady Laura Bush were due to leave Washington at 4:00 p.m. although his visit to the African continent was welcomed with protests in Tanzania and Rwanda.
US oil and military interests were also expected to be explored during Bush's visit amid Washington's forecasts that one-quarter of its oil imports will be got from Africa by 2015 and US also intends to explain about the idea of a US military high command for Africa (AFRICCOM) probably to be stationed in Liberia, but currently based in Germany.
In response to the current dispute in Kenya that has seen more than 1,000 people killed since December, Bush said he will send Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice to Support Kofi Annan's mediation efforts.
As Bush visits Africa, his official agenda included talks on US-backed efforts to battle malaria, meetings on anti-AIDS efforts, a stop to pay respects to the hundreds of people killed in Rwanda 1994 genocide and a visit to US-trained peacekeepers.
UN chief, Ban Ki-Moon hailed Bush's trip to Africa by saying it's a very important and historic tour, urging Bush to discuss with African leaders about ways to help people overcome poverty, improve sanitation, and increase access to educational opportunities.
In Tanzania, hundreds of Muslims took-off to the streets of Dar-Es Salaam to protest Bush's visit to the nation, which is scheduled for Saturday.
Bush vowed to support peace efforts in Kenya and maintain tough sanctions against those who support violence in Darfur.


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For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, July 1, 2013
Recovery of a Small Stream
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I'm glad to hear that it was in good shape. When I get back I'll have to visit it.ReplyDeleteReplies
Nice deep cold runs with willing brookies.
I'm with you.
Hi Alan!ReplyDelete
Lovely stream! I really like the sorroundings of it too and that it's in a good state. Unfortunately I don't have streams like that nearby anymore since I moved to Gävle; a town by the coast.Replies
The Jassid Man,Delete
Wonderful setting for sure.
A move in life is sometimes is good and sometimes not so good. Hope yours turns out to be good.
just love the moss!ReplyDeleteReplies
I was going to take photos of some moss that was so thick, like a shag carpet.
Beautiful looking stream Alan.ReplyDeleteReplies
The residents came back nicely.
I think the dry will get a take instantly most of the time if the trout are feeding as opposed to using a nymph. I have found that the nymph may travel in front of the trout numbers of times before they will commit to a hit. I am going by what the trout reaction is on the tailrace here it may be different there outstanding colors on the brook trout---thanks for sharingReplies
Bill Trussell,Delete
Very true my friend.
Lovely small streams and beautiful brookies. Thanks for sharing...:)ReplyDeleteReplies
They are both a bit of heaven.
Wow, those Brookies are so pretty. Seems like they have endured the issues they were faced with. Wishin' I was fishin' it with you.ReplyDeleteReplies
It's truly amazing their will to keep going on.
A beautiful little stream with the brookies to match. It's amazing what delicate creatures they can be and how they have managed to survive for thousands of years under, at times, very difficult conditions.ReplyDeleteReplies
They have that tenacity to do whatever is necessary to carry on.
"delicate power"
Alan, I think you've got to have some of the prettiest small trout water anywhere. Beautiful.ReplyDeleteReplies
There's some very sweet streams about.
Looks like a great place for a little bit of solitude. A place to revisit for sure! So green!ReplyDeleteReplies
The River Damsel,Delete
Your right, and that's one of the reasons I like little waters.


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Wow, it's been long times since I been able to chat. Momma has been hoggin' the puter! I gots a new wittle brother, he's kinda funny lookin'. Has a long nose and long tail and lots of hair! But I like's his fuzzy tail, so much fun to play with! He came to our house one day and decided he didn't wanna leave, so Momma let him come in and nobody wanted him. Someone said his first family threw him out a car window, not a very nice family huh? Don't it just make you want to bite them?
Anyway Momma didn't let me play with him too much until she could give him some medicine and a bath. Momma said he had these nasty bugs called fleas and somethin' called worms... don't sound good to me!
My new brother's name is Vik, he sure is fun to play with. He's really good at playin' chase and I'm teaching him out to wrestle all proper like. He didn't know what wrestling was! The only thing that bugs me about brother Vik is that he makes some really weird noises! I'll just have to teach him a propper "woo woo"!


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This thesis explores a period in Northern Sweden when contacts between Sami and non-Sami became more frequent as the colonisation progressed. The investigated period is 1722-1895 and eight parishes in northern Sweden are under study. Both the northern as well as the southern Sami area are represented. The main purpose of the thesis is thus to see whether the cultural meeting between Sami and non-Sami affected the way people chose to make significant decisions. In this study these cultural meetings are represented by the way people married.
To understand the consequences of cultural contacts, where individuals from different backgrounds meet, concepts developed within the field of acculturation theories are used. The marriage patterns among the inhabitants are viewed with regard to three key variables founded by Ruth Dixon, as these help to explain changes or continuations in the individuals' marital behaviour.
The southern Sami area seamed to be rather unaffected by the colonisation process, at least according to the marriage pattern. The analysis revealed limited economic openings for marriage as well as cemented marriage traditions, and these prevailed throughout the investigated period. During the 18th and 19th centuries it was evident that the northern Sami areas were significantly affected by the in-migrated newcomers. Even though the gender distribution in each parish seemed to matter, analysing the overall marriage pattern illuminated chiefly economic reasons for changes that occurred during the colonisation process. As the in-migration of non-Sami progressed, the age at first marriage increased particularly among Sami women. Furthermore, the results indicates that even though settled Sami probably interacted with non-Sami on a daily basis, and were integrated in their lifestyle, Sami settlers continuously estranged themselves from a complete assimilation and stuck to their Sami culture and traditions. Thus, language and cultural expressions seemed to have mattered when it came to marriage.
The thesis concludes that according to the marriage pattern, economic prerequisites for preferentially the Sami, changed dramatically through the colonisation process. Most affected by the changes were thus the Sami women, who experienced an unfavourable marriage market as the colonisation progressed. Towards the end of the nineteenth century the preferable form of coexistence was still the legal marriage in the area, and the marriage as an institution was of considerable importance, which is also evident since the marriage to some extent still seemed to be a family affair. The study also showed that Sami people in the southern Sami area interacted with non-Sami to a less degree than was the case in the north. However, in the north, the more ethnic complex parishes revealed an integrating population, rather than assimilating. The more ethnically homogenous parishes instead pointed towards an assimilated state among the newcomers.


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A few weeks ago we had a fantastic day out in Kings Wood with Mum, Brian, Mark, Eleanor, Isabella and Freddy. Mum had laid on a supreme feast with everyone's favourite food - Stan was particularly thrilled by the 2 bags of prawns from Bluey in Oare - which his personal peeler (Granny) fed him one by one! Oh to be the youngest and most indulged..! What will he do and in fact what will we all do when she sets off (again) on a grand adventure? Yes, for those who didn't know the siren, Sri Lanka, has called again and she and Brian are off in August for 2-3 years. We will miss you both so very much, but at least we can plan a grand trip as compensation
Anyway, back to Kings Wood. Here are a selection of Brian's pics - I didn't take any that day, so thanks Brian
Trying to hear Jem Finer's piece working
Long walk = shoulder ride
Georgia and Brian
Use the force!
A gaggle of cousins - or whatever the collective noun is; brood, rabble, hullabaloo?
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Kings Wood picnic
Posted by emmagee at 6:59 pm
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- anne said...
Lovely day it was with all the family...well almost all. Louis and Archie came the next weekend.I will of cvourse miss the family but hope that bi annual visits to England will help bridge that gap. What a homecoming it will be after the two/three years. So much to pick up with again and really relish. Hopefully both Brian and I will be free to just live in our surroundings especially the kent countryside which we love. Such a treat to have you there as well. Time will be of the essence and we all - us Kentish people know how to make the best of our surroundings ...so lucky.Mum xx
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Cablevision, ActiveVideo deploy cloud-based ad platform
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Cablevision and ActiveVideo are working together to deploy a new monetisation platform offering the delivery of HTML5 interactive ads from the cloud, extending rich, graphic-intensive ads to television.
HTML5 support on the new CloudTV AdCast means that ads can be written once and run across screens, including the TV. Cablevision's initial trial deployment with will include American Express and its interactive TV app, called Amex NOW.
"Pay-TV's efforts to scale interactive TV advertising repeatedly have been hindered by the fragmentation and limited resources of the millions of existing set-top boxes," said Jeff Miller, president and CEO of ActiveVideo. "Cablevision's market leadership is enabling brands to bring to television the personalisation, interactivity and metrics that have driven the success of Web ads."
In addition to more interactive features, the new platform will offer Cablevision advertisers data insights into the actual effectiveness of their ad buys, viewer engagement, response-rates and conversion. These insights can then be used by advertisers and their agencies to further optimise their campaign and ad messaging.
"Simplifying the process for advertisers to extend interactive ads to television is a key objective for Cablevision," said Ben Tatta, president of Cablevision Media Sales. "We look forward to the launch of AdCast and the introduction of new, more robust ad solutions for American Express and all of our valued clients."
Debuted earlier this year at CES, CloudTV AdCast enables interactive TV ads to be rendered in the cloud, streamed irrespective of graphics, memory and processing power of devices and navigated via existing remote controls. inShare0


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Undefeated New Fairfield girls pull away from Barlow
Updated 10:08 pm, Friday, January 8, 2016
REDDING — Going into the season, it would not have been too hard to predict that the New Fairfield girls basketball team would be one of the top squads in the conference.
After all, the Rebels entered the campaign as the defending SWC Champions and only lost one regular season game a year ago.
And the best part? No one was lost to graduation. But perhaps no one envisioned dominance to this degree.
The Rebels captured their ninth win in as many games on the road against Barlow Friday night, picking up a 65-33 victory.
"We moved the ball really well as a team," New Fairfield's Kristen Teklits said. "We knew it was going to be tough and we knew they were coming after us because we beat them the first game (33-20 on Dec. 23). We just took it at them."
Barlow, which trailed from the moment Bridget Zima hit a 3-pointer for a 3-0 New Fairfield lead, did all it could to hang with the undefeated Rebels.
"They're still the class of the league," Barlow coach Joe Carollo said. "The difference tonight between us and them was they made every open shot. We got plenty of good shots. We made some, we missed some."
In fact, the Falcons trailed just 24-18 just past the midway point of the second quarter when Kinsey Colby notched a layup.
"They've got five, six, seven girls that all can do everything," Carollo said. "They all drive, they all handle, they're unselfish and Joe Russo does a great job. He always has. For a quarter-and-a-half we gave them a good fight."
But that's when the Rebels stepped on the gas, closing the first half with a 7-0 run thanks to five points from Leah Anderson. It didn't stop there, as New Fairfield opened the third quarter with a 6-0 stretch on buckets by Zima, Sydney Gouveia and Emily Farrell to boost their lead to 37-18.
"I think it was impressive," New Fairfield coach Joe Russo said. "Barlow is well coached, and they've got some good players. We had a tough game up at our place with them, so to come down here and play like that and meet their intensity at the beginning was nice."
Of their nine victories, eight have been by 13 or more points and the Falcons have won 28 of their last 29 regular-season games dating back to last year.
"We don't really dwell on the past too much," Gouveia said. "We want to go forward and try to do as well as we can and hopefully repeat last year."
The Falcons (9-0) closest call so far this season? A 57-48 win at Watertown on Jan. 2.
"I think the biggest strength of this team is our defense because we're strong, we all talk to each other, we never stop moving and we know how to communicate on the court to get to the players that are open," Gouveia said.
Barlow's (6-3) four-game winning streak came to a halt Friday night, but Carollo was pleased with his team's efforts and likes the Falcons' chances to have a great season.
"I think the biggest strengths of our team is that we're unselfish, we've got more than one kid that can score the ball and we usually play good team defense," Carullo said. "We still think we're one of the top teams in the league, but we just played the top team tonight."
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16 15 17 17 — 65
12 6 6 9 — 33
New Fairfield (9-0): Emily Farrell 5 2-2 12; Bridget Zima 5 0-0 12; Kristen Teklits 5 0-0 12; Sydney Gouveia 10 0-0 20; Eileen Ruby 0 0-0 0; Leah Anderson 4 0-1 9; Pam Sbarra 0 0-0 0; Kelly LaRegina 0 0-0 0; Totals: 29 2-3 59.
Barlow (6-3): Ally Stillman 0 0-0 0; Lily Taeuber 4 0-1 9; Nicole Dolcimascolo 0 0-0 0; Lindsey Ryan-Jones 1 0-0 2; Annie Tamallanca 0 0-0 0; Emma Gallagher 3 0-3 6; Julia Mullin 0 0-0 0; Gina Sundlof 2 0-0 4; Cobly Kinsey 1 0-0 2; Shannon Gilbert 5 0-0 10; Totals: 16 0-4 33
3-pointers: NF—Zima 2, Teklits 2, Anderson; B—Taeuber.
Highlights: NF—Gouveia and Teklits each had 11 rebounds.


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Thursday, January 14, 2010
Grandpas and Granddaddies, Grannies and Grandmas
I was thinking yesterday (yeah I do think ocassionally) that I have some really good memories of my grandparents. My kids have some but not as many I think. I had 4 grandparents though and they've only really had their Grandmas. My Dad is Grandpa Bob and he's always been there but as his memory got worse he'd more than likely just stay in his bedroom instead of interacting with the family when we would all get together or just come by. Chris's Dad has nothing to do with us and hasn't for the last almost 7 years. Jessie was 4 and Nicky was 6 the last time they saw Grandpa J. and that was only because he came by our house to ask if we had heard anything from Chris's brother since the wedding. I was going through the early stages of finding out I had diabetes. Well, I didn't find out til that next year but I couldn't stay awake so I wasn't very good company when they just showed up out of the blue like they did. They were showing off a car they were buying. They weren't interested in seeing us really. Just wondering about brother in law like usual. Brother in law is a great guy but they've always shown more favoritism to him. Before he married they would have him visit and not even tell us he was in town. They celebrate his birthday but not Chris's. I could go on and on but that's not what this post is about. Anyway, I had a Granny and a Granddaddy on my Dad's side and a Grandma and a Grandpa on my Mom's side of the families. My kids have no memories of Chris's Dad and just a few of my Dad. Grandmothers though they have several. My Mom is Grandma Pat and Chris's Mom is Grandma Betty. My Mom has problems getting around so she's not as active with them as Grandma Betty is. Hopefully Grandma Betty won't have any really bad medical issues in the future. She's just a year younger than my Mom but her Dad lived to be a 101 years old so she's definitely got longevity on her side. Granny and Granddaddy are my Dad's parents. When I think of my Granddaddy I remember he always was taking pictures of us. Polaroids were all the rage in the 60's. It was a big deal to watch the picture develop too. I don't know how many pictures we have of us holding a picture waiting for it to develop. He taught us how to play poker. We'd sit around the dining table and play. Granddaddy always sat in the opposite chair than he usually did though. We found out later that you could see the cards of the person in his usual chair in the china cabinet glass. Still he taught us how to play poker, not cheat. Granny was a special woman. A big woman but she never felt big to me. She had the most beautiful auburn hair and we've yet to have a redhead show up in the grandchildren and great grandchildren. She was a seamstress. She could sew anything. I still have a quilt she made probably back in the 60's. It's just a crazy quilt but knowing my Granny made it and recognizing the scraps in it make it very dear to me. It's very worn out and I wish I had the money to have it repaired but I don't see that happening anytime soon. She made all of my school clothes when I was growing up and could make her own patterns. If she were alive today and a whole lot younger she'd rule Project Runway and more than likely have her own line of clothing. She was a fantastic southern cook too. We always got a treat of a Dr Pepper when we'd go to their house but now I know the real treat were the memories I have. My Mom's parents are Grandpa and Grandma. Grandpa was a 3rd grade dropout and had to go to work at 8 to help out the family. He learned how to make brooms. I used to love to watch him make brooms. He passed on this talent to his sons and one of them and his children still make brooms and mops to this day. My Grandma was class valedictorian and she married my Grandpa right after she graduated. There were never two more polar opposites than them. He was as dark as she was fair. She could read but he couldn't. She taught him how to sign his name. Grandma was always working when we were kids. My Grandpa had throat cancer when I was around 10 so Grandma had to become the breadwinner. I can't remember his voice but I had a dream with him in it a few months ago and I heard it in the dream and woke up crying. Grandpa overcame his throat cancer and repaired lawnmowers and small engines for money when they were older. My Grandma went back to school at 55 to become an LVN so they'd be able to make it better. She worked for a local state school and secretly I really think she loved taking care of the kids there. Grown or not, they were still kids to her. They called her Granny and she loved it. I could go on and on about all 4 of them. Each unique to the Grandparent title. I just hope my children do have some great memories of their own grandparents.
Posted by Karen in Texas at 6:21 AM
2 comments:
I've been thinking a lot about grandparents, lately, too.ReplyDelete
J's Dad passed away last week and the funeral was today.
I also hope that my kids have great memories of their grandparents :o)
Thanks for stopping by Kathy. I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope your kids have really great memories of them too.ReplyDelete
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