On the 8th of February 1555, Laurence Saunders, preacher and rector of All Hallows in London, was burnt for heresy in Coventry. He was the second of the 284 ‘Marian Martyrs’ to die between 1555 and 1558.
Some time between 2 and 3 on the morning of Saturday the 7th of February 1478, Thomas More was born in Milk Street London. He was the only surviving son of Sir John More, a lawyer, and Agnes Graunger. Thomas described his family as being ‘non celebris sed honesta’. Thomas was to change that…!
Thomas was educated at St Anthony’s school in Threadneedle Street, and at thirteen he was placed in the household of Thomas Morton, Archbishop of Canterbury and Lord Chancellor of England. On the Archbishop’s recommendation, Thomas was sent to Oxford. Apparently Thomas’s father kept his son short of funds so that ‘he had no opportunity of neglecting his studies for frivolous amusements’. Some of us can’t imagine Thomas as being ‘frivolous’, but he was described as a ‘merry fellow’! Continue reading “On This Day – 7th February 1478”
Every year on the anniversary of the opening of my school, we were read extracts from the memoirs of one of the twelve girls who were there in 1880 on the very first day. One story was about a girl who had entreated her father to send her to school so that she could get a ‘proper education’. Her father agreed, reluctantly, and said that he had no objection to her being educated, providing she wore her skirts long enough to hide her blue stockings.
I have been consulted by my client, Sheona, as to the distinction that can be made between the terms ‘concubine’ and ‘mistress’ with particular reference to the blog by my learned co-blogger, Janus, entitled ‘Ignoramus though I am, on this day……..’ – op.cit.
The law of Scotland is unclear on this point – that’s what Counsel always used to write in any opinion we ever got from them. Shorthand for ‘ This is going to cost your client an arm’. I have made extensive researches throughout the relevant authorities – I was out on the piss last night, slept it off in the Advocates’ Library and cobbled together this load of rubbish (which is going to cost said client a leg as well) at the last possible minute.
Just trying it out really, but I thought I’d alter my gravitar and see if it works more promptly this time.
I just love this snow sculpture and the fact it was made and snapped at night, ready for everyone to wake up to.I really will post a ‘proper blog’ soon, but am completely overtired… too much work and no play makes Pseu a sad girl. here’s to the weekend!
I wonder what would happen if we could not? You too can become an expert in anyone else’s field. I think the availability of information is overwhelming and occasionally useful. The problem is, how do you test its validity?
Most of the real, authoritative stuff is not available without subscription, or membership of a professional body, and if you know little about the subject then you can become a little overwhelmed by the sheer contradictory nature of the opinions expressed. There is an awful lot of rubbish out there!
Books perhaps, or is this just a Luddite tendency?
Tally sticks were a medieval accounting device: a peg of wood (usually Hazlewood) was notched with cuts of varying sizes for each denomination of money. It was then split lengthways down the middle into two pieces of unequal length so that each piece had the same notches.
Hello All! (And thanks again for the invite, Bearsy)
I intend to make a net-fasting for a while. But can’t ignore Bearsy’s kind invitation.
This might be of interest of some of you.
The most outstanding symbol of the Ottoman sultan’s authority was his imperial tuğra (cipher), which was affixed to all official documents, indicating fermans, vakfiyes and correspondence; it was also carved on his seals and stamped on coins minted during his reign. Each sultan chose his personal tuğra immediately after his accession and used the same format throughout his life.