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        <description><![CDATA[SL Account Name: Delos Helstein
Display Name: Thomas Richard Cave-Betterton

An old member of the historical community noted historical SL architect, and interior designer. I also have a separate account, AndreJacquemin Resident, whose a renowned court jeweler to the historical community. Owner of Ancient Regime, a consolidated merger of 'Delosian Designs' by Delos Helstein, and 'Joyaux de Jacquemin' by Andrejacquemin Resident.Delosian Designshttps://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/86972Joyaux de Jacquemin https://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/133653___________________________________________________________________________________________ Roleplay Character___________________________________________________________________________________________ Thomas Richard Cave2nd Earl of RushcliffeUnited Kingdom, and Continental Business MagnateBritish Landowner, Member of Parliament
Cave Family HistoryHistory will be updated soon...
Paternal grandson of Sir Thomas Cave, 3rd Baronet of Stanford Hall and maternal grandson of Richard Betterton, 1st Earl of Rushcliffe.
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                <title><![CDATA[Part of Notre-Dame Cathedral Spire Collapses in Fire - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br><br>
 PARIS — A large fire broke out at the Cathedral of Notre-Dame in Paris on Monday evening, causing part of the historic church’s spire to collapse as the blaze spread along its roof.<br>
 André Finot, a spokesman for the cathedral, said in a telephone interview that the cause of the fire remained unknown, and there was no immediate indication that anyone had been hurt.<br>
 “It’s not about the faith — Notre-Dame is a symbol of France,” said Emmanuel Guary, a 31-year-old actor who was among a huge crowd amassed on the Rue Rivoli, on the Right Bank. Many had tears in their eyes.<br>
 To continue reading this,  please see The New York Times .<br>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Apr 2019 11:56:07 -0700</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Fruits of a Decade,  - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/628/fruits-of-a-decade</link>
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As next month approaches, so do my 10th rezz day approaches. Initially, I didn’t really notice, but now that I have, it has me thinking about the past lives we lived in the historical community, and the future ones we will start.<br>
What a journey it has been, from my initial start of Meloria (now Rocca Sorrentina) and Duche de Coeur to living in the decadence of Versailles, a period of hiatus where we nomadically roamed the grid and historical community to 1920s Berlin and 1920s New York and recently Georgian London. A lot of friends fade into the past, but I had the pleasure of making new acquaintances.<br>One thing that I’m thinking about, is what the reason I came to the historical words, the reason I stayed in the historical community, and what I look for going forward.<br>
*Plays flute music as he dramatizes the past* <br>
I came to the historical community after meeting an inspirational woman in a different part of the grid. Through the next few years we shared here, I learned to love the historical world, from studying history itself to dressing the part. Dabbled in architecture, and jewels, my experience in the historical community has generally been a positive one. Dancing in decadence at Versailles, to riding around the Duche, living cozily in wonderful homes and palaces. Interestingly, as the decade I spent here progressed, I find myself drifting further from Court Roleplay, and enjoying more and more the styles of a Country home and society. Been thinking of setting up a working estate with those growable fruits and items. Might be fun? Who knows!<br>
Anyhow! After reflecting on my time here, I look forward to a comfortable life (in style ha-ha) maybe a working estate and to continue to enjoy the friends I’ve been honored with. There is much to build and creature and a whole new generation of historical roleplays to get to know. Exciting times ahead!<br>
What’s your story? What brought you all here, and where do you want to go?<br>
Delos Helstein! <br>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 21 Mar 2019 07:51:05 -0700</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Every Step Taken; Chapter Five - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/360/every-step-taken-chapter-five</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[     V      It had been a week since Lady Stewart and her father, the Ambassador departed the island. They must be near Versailles now, I thought, hopping that Lady Stewart didnt forget about my letter to give to my half-brother, who would also be there. The day was bright; the sun in all its glory was at full height, bathing the villa and gardens with light. It was a beautiful day, very beautiful indeed, the sea around Rocca Sorrentina was a brilliant blue, the flowers and grass around the island, the trees still at their best despite winter had begun to creep in. I leaned out my windows apartment, taking a deep breath of the fresh breeze, my eyes watching with interest at the activities of the island. At this time, normally a cool breeze blew, but this warm one, was a delight, very welcomed. With the Stewarts gone, I am free to be myself, no one to spy on me at my familys instructions. Open all the windows I commanded to my valet, the main room, the bedroom, we need more air about. I watched as this little framed man went about, working his way around my furniture, pulling curtains aside, letting more light and air flood in.      I was in a good mood, I met with some business ventures in the past weeks, and they offered a possibility, to increase my fortune, or rather to make an Independent fortune of my own, non-associated with my fathers. Sir Roger Samuels, was the mans name, he was a merchant, a very wealth one too. His trades consisted of several routes to India, and to Arabia. This proper man beamed of Britishness, but also the excitement of exploration, and the reaping of wealth available in these foreign lands. His associate, Lord Harvey, had some investments in some port city called Goa, a city originally owned by the Portuguese, before passing into British hands. Lord Harvey and I had met several times in England, I was surprised he was part of a trade, after all, he was a Lord. I do not take part in the actual trading, and that sort my boy said the aged Harvey I simply finance it, in turn it has produced some profit. I was intrigued how does it work, I inquired? Sir Roger laughed, and Lord Harvey chuckled, responding you offer money at a percent, and if the trade works, you get your profit, and if it fails, you loose it. I thought for a few moments, I had toyed with the idea back home, by father snuffed out the idea. He considered it middle class, and would rather depend on our land, and his positions for income. After hours of talking, I met these gentlemen again, and again, over the last two weeks, nearly every three days. Now was the time to act, I had inquired all I could, and now is the chance to take.      The day was bright still, barely half past two when I found myself sitting in the tavern. A little rustic, but still handsome structure, remnants of some ancient building I suspect. There was company all around; wine was flowing, voices rising. In a quiet corner, I hid myself, content to simple light wine. The gentlemen appear, Lord Harvey and Sir Roger, with them a page with some inkwells and documents. Some passed, explaining, reading, I scanned documents after documents to be sure I am not about to take part into some trap. All was well, and I finished reading, my investment would be in a trading company associated with the British East India Company. I signed my name at the bottom of the contract, carefully writing, Richard James Callaghan, Baron Rushcliffe.      Another drink followed and some idle friendly conversation with the men, before the decided they needed to meet with some Italians and Moor merchants. I never realized the island was at such a crossroad. Its port offered safety from pirated who attached the main routes, ships passed from the Italian mainland, from France, from Spain, Arabia and all. Occasionally a British would pass through, on its way to the east. The island was a hidden port in my perspective, active but quiet, the ideal place to meet and do business with out the eyes of higher courts, and kings to looking down to claim in. I looked as the men parted, my curiosity of the island grew, I didnt actually spend much time outside the Villa since my arrival, indeed, I only stayed in the villa until this point. So far, I enjoyed the small pageantry associated with villa life, meals with the governor; I mixing with intellectuals like the professor, and a few nobles who either lived or vacationed on the island. Last night itself was a wonderful ball. It was provincial, but more entertaining than any court ball I have been too. I spent all my time on my feet, in company of various ladies of beauty and taste, dancing away to the musicians, followed by gambling and dining. Friends were reunited, and it was a joy to see some pleasant faces, such as the Dowager Contessa di Rezzonic, and la Contessa di Loredan. It was too my surprise that I ran into my beloved Contessa Foscari. I tried to always be at her side, but Signore Gandt blocked my ways. I watched in envy that they danced, they whispered, and my infatuation with the lady lessoned.I suppose I was just a person of the past, our time together was a liaison and nothing more. Little by little, my enjoyment faded, Signore Gandt won again and again at the gamessurely he was cheating. The scoundrel won four times in a rowa luck even a god anointed king wouldnt have. I suspect he is indeed a cheater, but I must watch more to find out more.who was he anyways, he seems to always be around, but again I ask myself who is that fellow?. At the end of the night the Contessa and I took a walk around the garden. Stopping by the obelisk that decorates the landscape, we discussed what is the nature of our meeting.. and I was right to thinkit was a liaison.. enjoyable, but over. It did surprise me, though, one thing in particular, the Contessa never received my letters.. none of themhow interesting.      I wandered through the town, thinking about the Contessa. Her image faded in my head, but I still wondered why she didnt receive my letters, that was strange. I walked through streets, down paths, and around corners. The warm colors of the buildings, frescos around, antique stones here and there; the town was a fairytale. I was turning the corner when I bumped right into someone, dropping my documents, and what appears to be the persons sketchpad. I swooped down instantly, apologizing to the fellow Im sorry sir, pardon. I was not paying attention. A soft, melodic responded Im no sir, but you are pardoned. I realized as I rose, items in hand, the figure was in a dress, and as I stood up tall, I was struck. Before me was a beautiful woman, with a caramelized complexion, eyes the color of honey, and hair as dark as night. I stood there, gawking in what would be a most ungentleman like expression, the woman before me was a goddess, a Nefertiti. She could not be older than 19, nor younger than 15. Her rich dark hair, framed face, draping loose over her shoulders, a few strands blowing in the breeze. Her eyes were large, and warm, brighter than any jewels. She extended her hand, a confused look on her face, speaking with an English accent, an English mixed with some other accent Sir, my drawing pad, if you may. I quickly, straightened up, handing her the items, unable to form my words properly er pad, yes here, draw it is. Her ruby lips curved into a smile, and she walked on. I turned to see her walk, but she turned the corner and was gone.Who was this beauty with such exotic looks?]]></description>
                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2012 11:48:40 -0800</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Every Step Taken; Chapter Four - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/354/every-step-taken-chapter-four</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[     IV      My brothers note still lingered in my mind how dare he is all I could think. I paced the room, my eyes focused on the flickering flames of the fire. Lady Stewart was behind me, in a rare moment of being selfless, she continued, trying to pacify me. She reminded me, that despite he was accepted by society, my brother was not accepted by court. The now proclaimed legitimate son of an Earl and actressthats what he isand will remain. I paced around her room, the lady was seated gracefully on the couch, she looked at me, not words were spoken, but her eyes said it all he could never become heir.       She continued, in a words that amazed me you never do act like the heir though I looked over; eyes narrowed again how do you mean? I question. Youve been on the island so far, three months? Have you visited the court of Naples? Have you made arrangements to meet your fathers business partners? Have you collected anything to take home? I lowered my eyes, falling into a chair, followed by a deep sigh I suppose I ought to more. She responded in her typical ways ought to do more is an understatement. Need I remind you, you are the heir of the Earls of Rushcliffe. I responded stupidly to her, I know that. To that, she simply said act like it. In that moment, I realized she, and others were right. Here, at a moment of questioning, I was letting my temper get the better of me, I sat, nay; I slouched in a chair, hardly dressed as a gentleman. I looked nothing more than a bloke off the street. In contrast, Lady Stewart was elegantly seated, back straightened, head held up high, accessories and dressed, ready to receive kings.      It was then I decided, I must become what was intended, and act the way I should. I leaned up, and fixed my posture, and looked over, very well, I shall. She seemed pleased about it, and went off in her normal blabber, finery and dresses for Versailles. I interrupted her in the middle with the simple words I will not attend court. I could have sworn her jaw would fall off. But why?? An Invitation too Versailles?? At the Hand of a Duchess, are you stupid? No I responded, confidently Im intelligent, and know my boundaries. I have no place there, shall I be scorned by the French? Will I waste a fortune on outfits I shall hardly wear again? I got up from the chair, and walked over to the window, gazing out across the Villas lawn. The Obelisk looked like a giant sundial, telling the time with its shadow. But its VersaillesI cut her off its the court of the French, and I belong to the court of the English. I will not talk more about it. With a rustling of silks, I could hear that she got up, taking steps towards me what about the duchess?I quietly remarked Im not as interested as she may be. I turned to face her, her face in awe. I smiled at her and said As Heir, I need to see to my fathers business and bit her good day, closing the door to her apartments as I left. It was time I got to know my fathers associates.]]></description>
                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2012 11:36:55 -0800</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Every Step Taken; Chapter Three - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/339/every-step-taken-chapter-three</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[     III      The morning was a dull one, but that would soon change. The stormy weather of the days previous had begun to pass. As time rolled on, the morning cleared, the clouds thinned, and natural light slowly lit the room. I sat up in bed, reading the letters that came the days before. The first was from my brother, the second was from a friend.      Before I could even open the letters, Lady Stewart mad a dramatic entrance into my room. With the sun light beaming through the window, casting a bright glow about the room, She bursts through the door, waving a letter in her hand, wildly exclaiming Get up, are you up? Look what I have!!! Rubbing my eyes, I replied coldly Its barely seven, what on earth are you doing up and fully dressed.How many blood times do I she cut me off, and began quiet, I have news she said, raising her hand dramatically Ive been invited to Versailles! It seems Im well missed and they are dying for my company I looked over and sarcastically exclaimed so you got dressed and will wait for the King to come and escort you himself to Court, in a golden carriage driven by swans? Its amazing to see how many expressions can flicker through a persons face in a moments time. She went from annoyed, to disgust to smirk, and waved it off to ignore the comment. She flounced herself around my room, settling into my chair at the desk, her pale green gown draping over the edges. I took a moment to study her, her hair perfectly curled, down to her collarbone, her gown, was fine silk, with lace trims, and she wore a small emerald necklace. Going to meet someone important? I asked. She turned to me, her bright eyes looking into mine Oh no! But I need to plan what to take, what gowns I must order, We must outshine the French you know, show them that the English are more fashionable and practical and whips out a little box, which she opens and exposes a small pouf. I arched an eyebrow, and got up out of the chair I was sitting in, and moved about the room, my dressing gown flowing behind me. I opened the letter from my friend and began to read:      My dear friend, you have been missed since your departure from Paris, I have decided to leave my seclusion of my country estate, as the king demands, and return to court. You know how the king likes his nobles to be at court.but among the other grandees, gossip, and scandal, I find myself alone. To pass the time, I will be engaging in more social gatherings, nothing too fancy, just dinners and salons, for my friends. My friends and I miss your company, and are interested in learning more about your court and its democratic waysalso if you can, allow me to borrow some of those books you secured. I have tried, but every time I get close to obtaining one, the government either finds it before I do, or takes it from the sellers hand. Its sad when books are not allowed to be read. I welcome and will put up lodging for you, Im aware the King is opening negotiations with Britain, and the Ambassador and his daughter will be present in future seasons. Be Well.      Duchesse de Montausier      I folded my letter and looked to Lady Stewart, who was lost in planning her wardrobe. I turned to look out the window; the sun was touching the lawn, the flowers alive, the sea calm and blue. I mutters I dont think I will be answering the Duchesses Call. Although I did not see, I can feel Lady Stewarts gaze on me, her comment as expected why not!, Its the Court of France, you know how rare that is?? To be invited? I cooly responded I havent the clothing for court, the learning of the etiquette, its a hassle. Before she could say more I remarked I will get dressed then, and head to town, you should go and turned to enter my room. All I could hear was rustle of silks, and the closing of my outer door.      I got dressed quickly, stuffing the envelope from my brother into my coat and headed to town. It was barely eight; the town was still in a stupor from the night before. I enjoyed this quiet setting, freely roaming from the port to the caf. I settled into a chair, overlooking the sea and ordered a coffee. I pulled out my brothers letter and began to read. It was short, crude and disgusting.Richard,I have been talking to father lately, and we think its best, that you return to Britain. Your place belongs with us, with the family, and you should follow my steps, and learn to maintain our home and estates. You lack experience in the matters of home, in politics, and have no idea about finances. I think its best that you are referred to as Lord Rushcliffe, because you dont act, or seemed interested in being the heir to Father. I think you should explain to father than, you want to be free of the burden trusted on you, and you should be free, to do as you like.George      My face turned a shade of red, a shade I rarely ever display. In a moment of furry, I ripped the letter into pieces and along with the cup of coffee, flung it out of the open window, hearing the cup shattering on the rocks outside. Who did he think he was? He was no one, exactly, NO ONE!, I screeched, furiously. A crowd had gathered outside, at the sounds, but I whisked passed them, heading to the one person who would understand this, Lady Stewart. I headed straight to her rooms, and pushed my way through the doors, she was sitting on a gilded couch of silver damask, looking up at me, completely startled. Richard, are you ok? she said cautiously. No, Hes pissing me off I said. Who? she saidand I paused, finally saying George. I explained the contents of the letter to her, and she remained motionless, for a moment before finally speaking He wasnt to seize your title, Baron Rushcliffeunder the pretense hes home, hes the elder, and he should be the heir. I nodded, falling into one of the armchairs What if he succeeds? No sooner had the comments left my lips when she responded Oh dont be so stupid, he cant take your title, even your father is not that stupid. I looked at her, lowering my eyes to the floor Hes crafty, he could get it, he is the elder, whose been proclaimed legitimate, and accepted in recent years by most of society. She put her hand over mind, and tried to be soothing, though it had an awkward effect. Lady Steward never really knew what to do in these situations, but she tried. His mother was an actress, and he was born when your father was a bachelorthe hes accepted by many, but has yet to be presented to the King and Queen of England, so hes not welcomed at Court. She was right, his birth and upbringing was scandalous, and illegitimate. Father didnt accept him as a son, until he was 10, two years after his mother had died, and two years after living with us as my fathers god son.Still it bothered me, and I sunk my face into my hands, muttering Im going to stay a while longer in Meloria.]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Every Step Taken; Chapter Two - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/336/every-step-taken-chapter-two</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[    II               The music filled my ears, my mind raced with memories, my heart with feelings. When my mind is tense, I often play the flute; the music always lifted and brought eased to me, as it did when I was youngerbut tonight was different. The sky around the island drifted from its pleasant warmth and light, to a cold masscloaking the island ina lifeless darkness. I tried to bring comfort to the evening, a fire crackled behind me, music to uplift my spirit, but it was to no effect. Memories replayed, running across my mind, haunting me.             It was not long before the fire burned out, leaving small flames and a haunting glow about my apartment. My music itself, took a sadder tonea reflection of my sadden heart. As I gazed out the window into an endless sea, I could see nothing but her face. Her brilliant smile was etched into my mind each time lightning struckthe dark clouds assembling reminded me of her dark hair. The sea itself was transformed, glittering but dark, with splits of light of a moon hidden behind clouds, the sea reminded me of her eyes.          I closed my eyes, to drown in the melancholic music, but I saw her dance. Dressed in a sumptuous red gown, she danced as if her feet never touched the ground, floating about, as a graceful as a swan. She turned, and swayed to the music, her gown flowing as she twirled, her jewels glittered, but not more than her beauty. She took my hand, the candles burned lowmany guests had retired from the party but she was still full of life, and so we danced as the lights burned outeach step closer than the one before. I could hear her laughter, and recall my hand on her waist. It was not long before our lips met, not to be parted for some time, emotions rushing out, passion building. Little did I know this was to be the last.          Lightning flashed, exposing the tear that escaped from my eyes. I continued to play, the storm brewed outside just as terrible as the one in my mind. I remembered how she pulled away from the kiss, looking up at me with sad eyes. She spoke  I must leave . I grabbed her arm, frustrated as I tried to explain  Elena, dont go, you dont have too  She replied sweetly  I must, its getting late . We both knew it was not about the evening, it was about her departure the next day, and my own as well.          Lightning flashed again; bringing me back to my apartmentI placed my flute back into its caseand fell into the armchair. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself  why did you go? Why am I so haunted by her?           I hid my face in my palms, how I wish to forget that moment in Venicethat night. She glided down the stairs, her gown flowing behind her. As she made her exist, I watched from the balcony, seeing her head into a gondola, the rising suns light causing shadows from the towering buildings, hiding her from me. Her fan you, she turned back to glance at me, her eyes barely visible above the fan. Was it love? Was it Passion? I dont know, I questioned myself over and over again, but now I wouldnt see her again. That day, I left her Villa for Meloria, as she made her way to handle family businessnot hearing a word from her since my departureperhaps it was lust of the moment that lead her to kiss mebut why did she not respond to my letters? ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2012 22:52:46 -0700</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Every Step Taken; Chapter One - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/332/every-step-taken-chapter-one</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[      Every Step TakenI       The day was long, until the sun finally begun to set. I gazed lazily out the window, studying the monuments that decorated the gardens outside the window. The giant obelisk, a marvel from the ancient world, stood, not only as a testimony to the greatness of the Ancient Egyptians, a trophy in the gardens of the ageless Villa, but also served as giant sundial, letting all who viewed it, know the hour of day. As I pushed open the window, a gush of cool sea breeze swept into the warm apartment, cooling the room and bringing in comfort. Leaning down with my chin in my palm, I rested my elbows on the window frame, and watched as fishermen reeled in their catch, children head indoors, and inviting beauties take to the streets. For a moment I was lost in his admiration for the island, until I was disturbed by a knocking. As I turned to look at the door, I seem to miss the chance to say come in, because she popped her head in. Whats so interesting in that corner? she said in her sweet, but mocking voice. Hello Lady Stewart, I said, gazing at her. Truth be told, I was annoyed, at her lack of decency, barging into my private quarters. But I weakly replied Observing life outside these walls, one of these days, you might frighten me unexpectedly, and Ill fall out the window. Her sapphire eyes, shimmered as she looked at me, gliding across the room as if she was walking on air. Standing face to face with me she replied I shall go where I please! and turned to settle into my favorite chair at my desk. I sighed, how right she was. As the daughter of the Ambassador, Lady Stewart, has privileges, equal to that of a princess. Would you stop calling me Lady Stewart? You dont need to be so formal Richard Did I forget to mention she had a commanding nature of a Princess too? I dont know why I even acknowledge you..all you ever do is mock, or comment on me I said.Her witty self, always ready with a response Because you adore me, lets be honest. I do admit, perhaps because of my nature as man; always grant any wish of a beauty. Lady StewartI mean Henrietta...was extremely beautiful. Refined like ladies of her class, but often a step higher than them, her eyes shone brightly in a room, with porcelain skin, and strawberry lips. She had a beautiful figure, no man can resist, and a flirtatious nature, I would have been in love with instantly, had we not grown up like best friends.Henrietta, how many times do I have to say, knock and wait to be admitted, its not proper She cut me off proper? I should apologize if I happen to walk in and your half way in one of the prossies? Or perhaps I shouldnt enter when youre losing your inheritance bit by bit to those strange chums you call friends. I blushed furiously, attempting to rebuild any form of self-respect you shouldnt talk to so frankly. Who cares? I speak the truth! she commanded, I do you a favor to make sure some woman didnt run off with your money, or some roguish men havent tied you up, You should be thankful to have a friend who cares!, not to mention you parents asked me to keep you in line, so all in all, you owe me. I rolled my eyes, as I turned, throwing myself into the couch what do you want Henrietta?Your Mother wrote to meyou know to see if youre alive or if you ran off to god knows she said. I let out a long sigh, and closed my eyes. I started to count in my head, 5, 4, 3 counting down the seconds till Henrietta went off in a lecture...2, 1...I paused, waiting. Youre, youre mothers favorite, and she has done everything for you, you cant even.there it was, the lecture impossible to avoidyou cant even write to her to tell her your fine, the poor woman is worrying about her son...And on she goes, enough, wasnt church bad enough? Are you practicing or preaching to be a nun? I mocked. Her expression changed, and I could see I hit the right point, she was silent arent you cheeky she said. I laughed and got up to sit at the desk. Im going to write to her now I said, shoving her from my seat. I expect for it to be done, by tomorrow, Im sending out letters back home. I simply nodded. As I got down to scrawl lazily on the parchment, Henrietta went about fixing something in my apartment, and by the grace of good, settled quietly into a book. I began to write:Beloved Mother,Please don't be too cross at my delay. I had promised to write when I first arrived, (and of course when I left the Venetian Country Side), but time went by before the blink of an eye. I apologize for the delay, my trip from the Venetian countryside was quick, less than a week, and I arrived safely to Meloria. The Contessa di Foscari was extremely kind, in letting me stay at her Villa, so much so, I was sad to leave the comfort of her home. Delicious meals, beautiful countryside, fresh air, as well as the company of the lady of the house, it was wonderful. However, she was going to head to Venice, she had to give her father the Conte, a message, so I agreed to not extend my stay, and I continued my tour of these ancient lands by heading south. I cant express the charm of this island in one letter, but I will remark, its beautiful, warm, and welcoming. I was invited to stay in the Villa of the Prince of Meloria. You might remember him, I studied with his sons back in London, and they were the two tanned Italians who spent the summer with us a few years ago. I promise Im well, and Im eating. I have found some art on my travels here, I shall sent home for father, I hope he appreciates it. Ill write soon, Im still getting settled in.Love, RichardOh, and Please stop using Lady Stewart as a spy on me, god forbid if I should ever do the same to her. I finished the letter, and sealed it, handing it to Henrietta. She took it, and stuffed it into her robe, inquiring to what I would do now. I looked outside, the sun, although setting, was still partly out. I decided I would go for a walk. Grabbing my black coat, I headed out, to enjoy the evening air.]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Louis XVI - A Mature Stud ?! - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/291/louis-xvi-a-mature-stud</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[ While we have a common view of the man namedLouis Auguste de Bourbon, Dauphin (in 1773 Versailles RP) and king historically by 1774, at one point or another, we found his man...nay a boy, we found him a boy. A boy who liked to play with locks, and eat all his time, shy and a push over, who would take him seriously..did the court? HisSubjects? His Wife?       The Author of the Blog,  Tea at the Trianon , posted anarticleseveral years ago, questioning if our currently view, which hasuniversallyaccepted, is true.  A King Maligned  Fron Tea at the Trainon      Some biographers, in seeking to change public opinion about Marie-Antoinette, attempt to redeem her at the expense of her husband, King Louis XVI. Louis-Auguste is portrayed as a repressed, impotent, dull-witted, indifferent husband, who drove his wife to gambling , dancing and spending exorbitant amounts of money as an outlet for her thwarted impulses. Stefan Zweig, a disciple of Sigmund Freud, was one of the first to impart to the public the image of the sexually frustrated teenage princess, which successiv  e authors continue to promote to this day.      The drawback of the Freudian theory is that it does not explain why others at the French court, who were enjoying unmitigated pleasures of the flesh, were spending much more money than eighteen year old Marie-Antoinette. In vindicating Marie-Antoinette, still falsely perceived as the queen who took lovers and who danced while the people starved, it is necessary to gain a true perspective of her spouse, beyond the archetype of the fat, indolent husband, spoiling a wife he could not satisfy. One must look behind the myths, deliberately propagated and perpetuated in order to sell boo  ks and movies about alleged extramarital love affairs, as well as to justify the excesses of the French Revolution. The reality about this tragic royal couple may not be as sensational as some biographies tell it, but it is as exciting, heart-rending and beautiful as any make-believe romance.    Louis XVI is systematically shown as being ugly, obese, smelly, and stupid. By contemporary standards, however, he was considered handsome, with his aquiline nose, deep set blue-grey eyes, and full sensual mouth. As a youth he was tall and thin, the tallest man at Court, and enjoyed intense physical exercise, such as hunting and hammering at his forge (he was a locksmith by hobby.) His physical strength was legendary; he could lift a shovel to shoulder height with a young boy standing on the end of it. Possessing the hardy Bourbon appetite, he developed a paunch as he approached his thirties. He was awkward and shy in his manner although not without dignity in his bearing. The efforts of his detractors to make him unattractive and therefore unlovable serves the purpose of giving his wife an "excuse" for chronic infidelity, another highly-popularized myth. Continue reading here...     Read the Rest of the Article on the main page, from  Tea at the Trainon , don't forget to leave your comments and views here!!  Best Regards,  Delos.    ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[The Queen of Britain - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/290/the-queen-of-britain</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[ I am a proud American (and a typical, hardspoken New Yorker). I have icons whotranscendsboarders, and cultures. One of those Icons, is her Royal Majesty, Elizabeth II, Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain. Today,February6th, 2012,celebratedher 60th year since sheascendedthe throne. I'm not here to write her bio, her history, her greatest moments, or her worst, but my simple reason why she is an Icon to me.She has no connection to my own country, but at the same time, she has a connection to me. I, like many of users of ning, I love and adorehistory, and partakes in all forms of historical RP. To me, sherepresents, a solid link to proud customs, and national pride, but is also a keeper oftraditionand values, which is extremely hard to do in a world where everything is questioned. I can't argue that I don't like the pomp either hehe, it keeps things interesting hehe. In hard times, she held her head up, and served her nation proudly. On a personal note, she representsstrength, in aconstantlychanging world. She carries on her, the values andtraditionsof the past, somewhichshe removed, and others she adapted to suit our present lives, and in this way she laid the foundations for the future. Her life, ways ,and family isconstantlycriticized, but they remain faithful (I'm nottakingsides of tax payers or the royal spending...not my country not my affairs :-P )), but no one cannot say she has failed her duty. To me, the monarchies ofEurope, from Spain to Sweden,are no longer a powerful force in the sense ofphysicalpower, but yet they arecommandingbeacons, who make their nations proud, by carrying ontraditions, value and pride. This was justpersonalmoment to reflect and add a little post on my thoughts, I mean no harm, no offence, no insult, or nothing like that. To sum it up here are some awesome pics!                      This is possibly my favorite image for an unknown reason:       Again, I mean no insult, or offence or anything, just a thought I would like to share.  Delos. ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[The Greatness of King Louis XVI - An Interesting Look - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/288/the-greatness-of-king-louis-xvi-an-interesting-look</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[ While piling through the blogs I normally read, I came across this 'The Greatness of King Louis XVI' from the Mad Monarchist Blog.  The Greatness of King Louis XVI              Once again, on this day we remember the impious and treasonous regicide of the royal martyr His Most Christian Majesty King Louis XVI of France and Navarre, lastly King of the French. Much can and has been said about the spiritual greatness of this late sovereign. At a time when moral decay had taken its toll on France, and nowhere more so than the court it often seemed, King Louis XVI was a man of devout faith. He never took a mistress, never shirked his religious duties, genuinely preferred work to frivolous parties and truly saw his kingship as a sacred duty rather than an opportunity to have the best for himself. All of that is well established and should be well known. However, even those who praise King Louis XVI for his pious spirit often portray him as rather lacking in the more secular qualities most often required of kingship. At times he is contrasted with King Louis XIV who, while certainly far from being a pious man, was a more decisive leader who steered the ship of state with a firm hand, bringing glory to France and around whom almost all the affairs of Europe revolved. The exact opposite of Louis XVI we are to believe. Yet, while it is true that the two men were very different, it is certainly not true that King Louis XVI occupied himself only with other-worldly matters.<br><br>         It is tragic any time a nation sets to destroying itself rather than accomplishing the great deeds possible if they worked together to channel all of that energy into the pursuit of some more lofty ambition. Although he had trepidations about some of it, there is ample reason to believe that had it not been for the outbreak of the Revolution, King Louis XVI might have gone down in history as one of the greatest Kings of France in secular as well as spiritual terms. In all the focus on the Revolution and his personal character, the great events and foreign policies of his reign are often overlooked. In the first place, he was no despot and from the very start favored giving the people a greater say in how their money was spent and how France was governed. However, even with all of the problems facing France, as a monarch, Louis XVI took a broader look at the past, present and future of France and wanted to see past losses made right and gains made for a greater future for his country. Of course, particularly after the drubbing France had taken in the recent conflicts with Great Britain, it was the British who would be the primary rival in his foreign policy. The King was not malicious or reckless by any means but he was determined to see British gains made at the expense of France reversed.<br><br>  This was what ultimately led to the French intervention in the American Revolution (or more properly War for Independence). Louis XVI had deep reservations about helping any rebels in waging war against their sovereign yet he was persuaded to make an alliance with the fledgling United States by a combination of the urging of his advisors and his desire to see an end to the British domination of North America and, perhaps, a much greater French influence in the region. Although not often remembered, following the French and Indian War the French military had been reformed and greatly improved. The expeditionary force sent to North America fought extremely well and, along with the French navy, proved decisive in securing the independence of the United States by forcing Great Britain to give up on the war and come to terms with their former fellow subjects. The islands of Tobago and Grenada were taken from the British (Tobago being retained by France along with Senegal in the final settlement) but, to some extent, Louis XVI was undercut by his American allies who made a separate peace with Great Britain and effectively thwarted the greatest ambition King Louis had for the conflict which was the recovery of Canada. Had the war gone on there is every reason to believe that could have happened.<br><br>  In the other great arena of colonial competition, Louis XVI also hoped to reverse previous losses and see the growing British dominance in India come to an end. He allied with the Maratha Empire and took the side of the Sultan of Mysore in the Second Anglo-Mysore War in the hope of breaking the dominance of the British East India Company, curtailing British influence in India and increasing French influence. France actually had a much larger sphere of influence in India, controlling large parts of the east coast and holding sway over the majority of the southern subcontinent. French troops and ships were active in the region but due to the distance involved the campaign was overtaken by events elsewhere and when the end of the American Revolution forced France to make a hasty peace with Britain the previous French support for the Indians was withdrawn. In the end Britain and the Indian forces made peace that restored the pre-war status quo in India. Again, had not the situation in American brought hostilities to an end, it is conceivable that France, working through local alliances, might have dethroned Britain from her place of prominence in India.<br><br>         There was also the Far East to consider and, though not often remembered, it was under King Louis XVI that France first took a serious interest in Vietnam and, indirectly, helped bring about the victory of the last great imperial dynasty of Vietnamese history. Crown Prince Canh, heir of the future Emperor Gia Long, came to Versailles as a boy, converting to Christianity and symbolizing the alliance by which French support was promised to his father in exchange for favorable trade agreements and some minor territorial concessions. The previous regime in Vietnam had viciously persecuted Christians and King Louis was anxious to see a more humane dynasty put in place. A Catholic missionary had saved the life of Gia Long and he vowed that the rights of Christians would always be respected in his domain. However, by the time these great events were to take place in southeast Asia the forces of the Revolution were gaining strength and events rapidly approached a climax. King Louis was not able to play the decisive role he had wished to. Still, the Bishop of Adran acted on his own to help Emperor Gia Long take the throne and so things worked out. The only problems arose in the future when post-revolutionary French regimes tried to collect the payments promised to Louis XVI which the Vietnamese were reluctant to grant since it was the Bishop rather than the government in Paris which had actually helped them at the critical time.<br><br>         King Louis also sponsored around-the-world voyages of exploration and the world (certainly North America) owes a great deal to Louis XIV for doing the same in his time. The point of all of this is that King Louis XVI was not, as he is so often portrayed, some sort of totally indecisive ditherer who fussed and prayed over one crisis after another. He had big plans for France, he had ambition, he wanted to see France recover her place of greatness in the world and had a few things gone differently there is no reason to believe that she could not have done so. There are those who will say that the Revolution proves that France was too weak to have accomplished anything in that period but this is clearly false. Look at what Napoleon was able to accomplish, once the Revolution was ended, only a few years later with the same country. Considering that the goals of Louis XVI were all about restoration and not conquering every nation in Europe, there is no reason to believe that he could not have been successful. King Louis XVI fully deserves his pious reputation as a martyr for the Kingdom of France but he should also be remembered as a potentially great King who could have done magnificent things for his country.    From The MadMonarchist.     http://madmonarchist.blogspot.com/2012/01/greatness-of-king-louis-xvi.html    <br>     Delos's Say    I know very little aboutauthenticityof these statements, but I have come across, the french intervention in the war ofIndependencemany time. What was stated, is whats generally accepted byscholarsacross the board. In my own research of the economic state of France during the 18th century, it was during the late part of the rule of Louis XV, and into Louis XVI that roads were better maintainedand expanded, and adevelopmentofindustries,slowly started to rise, based on the Industrial Revolution in Britain, which wasbeginning. Louis XVI, unlike his grandfather, took into account his people's views and accounts, issuing a royalcensus, which were still kept to this day, locked away away somewhere inParis.Whetherthecensuswas used or not, the sheereffortto do that, is show that he was more interested in his people a whole, rather than his court.Duringhis years as dauphin, he not only consumed food, dear Louis loved food, but books, upon books. When he came to the throne, scared as he was, he was a promising young monarch, who was full of ideas. His ideas I've read, were met by greatopposition, by his minsters, and by his court, who resisted even the slightest change, and we're obsessed with short term polices. Poor Louis, he wasindecisiveness, a lot, or little, perhaps it was thisopposition, and the pressure of his surroundings, that lead to his choices, and the damper down the initial ideas he once had.   <br>     I'll be researching more on the points listed by The Mad Monarchist, its aninterestingthing!   <br>    <br>    <br>    ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Richard  Mique: L'Architecte Français - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[         Richard Mique      INTENDANT OF THE BUILDINGS OF QUEENS MARIE LESCZINCZSKA AND MARIE-ANTOINETTE. INTENDANT GENERAL OF THE BUILDINGS OF LOUIS XVI (1728-1794)   Celebrated architect of Marie-Antoinette at Trianon, builder of the queens Hamlet and her English-style park, he also built fine neo-classical buildings in Versailles and Saint-Denis.     Born in Nancy, Mique began his career at Versailles as former chief architect to king Stanislas Leszczynski, duc de Lorraine and father of Marie Leszczynska. The queen took him into her service on the death of Stanislas in 1766. She commissioned to build a convent for girls in Versailles (the present Lyce Hoche). The architect built in its centre a splendid neo-classical chapel, an expression of his taste for the architecture of Palladio.<br><br> Marie-Antoinette then took him into her service in memory of their shared origins in Lorraine. He agreed to satisfy all her caprices. At Versailles, Mique began in 1775 the refurbishment of her inner apartment (cabinet de la Mridienne, library, inner study, billiards room, etc.) which went through several drafts as the queens tastes evolved. In 1782, he installed on the ground floor facing the marble courtyard a new and more discreet apartment to replace that of Mme Sophie, daughter of Louis XV. In the grand apartment, he designed the salon of the Nobles in the neo-classical style, not hesitating to mask the Louis XIV decor by a white ceiling with a cornice. He annexed to the apartment the salon of Peace which became the queens gaming room.<br><br> At Trianon, the domain of Marie-Antoinette par excellence, all her fantasies were given free rein: construction of a small theatre for the queen and her friends; a belvedere to rest in; a hamlet like that of the Prince de Cond at Chantilly but even larger, for her pastoral activities. Here Mique laid out an English-style garden on the advice of the painter Hubert Robert and the botanist Claude Richard. An artificial cave, a temple of Eros, an artificial lake and river enlivened this picturesque setting designed to express Rousseaus taste for nature.<br><br> Mique built on the hill of Saint-Cloud, when this estate was given by Louis XVI to the queen, a hospital for her charitable work. Rebuilt since then, only the chapel remains. The chapel of the Carmel of Saint-Denis for Mme Louise, the religious daughter of Louis XV, is another famous achievement of the architect. A zealous servitor of Marie-Antoinette, Mique was guillotined in Paris in 1794.  Taken from the Chateau de Versailles Website: http://en.chateauversailles.fr/history/versailles-during-the-centuries/the-palace-construction/richard-mique-1728-1794   List of his works:   1762: His first known design, for a kiosk in the gardens of Lunville .  1763-64 Two gates for the city of Nancy: the Porte Sainte-Catherine and the Porte Stanislas already show the neoclassical taste..  1765: Plans for the Sainte-Catherine barracks at Nancy .  1767-72: Buildings for an Ursuline convent in the town of Versailles for Maria Leszczyska . The convent now houses the Lyce Hoche. Mique's first two plans were rejected. The third executed design is similar to Jacques-Germain Soufflot 's Church of Sainte-Genevive in Paris .  1775-84: All the structures, including the bridge, that form the picturesque hamlet, the Hameau de la Reine in the garden of the Petit Trianon at Versailles. Mique carried it out in its naturalistic jardin anglo-chinois probably laid out in collaboration with the painter Hubert Robert; for inspiration, he was directed to visit the Anglo-Chinese park at Ermenonville (Higonnet 2002: 29).  1775-85: Church of the Carmelites Basilica of Saint-Denis , for the aunt of Louis XVI, Madame Louise , who had become a nun in the convent at Saint-Denis. Madame Louise dictated in detail the subjects she wanted for the sculptural decorations. The neoclassical building, with a Corinthian portico adapted from the Roman Maison Carre at Nmes , was consecrated 28 May 1784.  1778-79: The private theatre of Marie Antoinette at the Petit Trianon .  1778-81 : The octagonal Belvedere (1778-81)  [5]  , consecrated to the Seasons, the Pavillon du Rocher and the Temple de l'Amour in the newly-informal gardens of the Petit Trianon at Versailles. The Temple of Love, visible from the Queen's bedroom, was the setting for many ftes (Higonnet 2002: 28)  1780: Htel de l'Intendance, Versailles  1780s: Chteau de Bellevue , alterations in the interior (demolished) and alterations to the park, which required 42,000 new trees and a hermitage, for Mesdames , the daughters of Louis XV.  1782: Consolidation of the tower at the Cathedral of Orlans (1782-1787)  1785: Modifications at the Chteau de Saint-Cloud for Marie Antoinette (bombed by French artillery on 13 October 1870 and razed in 1891)  1785: Boudoir for Marie Antoinette at the Petit Trianon .   Some Pics :                                Enjoy!   ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Marie Antoinette and her Children: The Queen’s Adopted Family - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ Marie Antoinette and her Children: The queens adopted family  From the day she arrived at Versailles at the age of only fourteen, one question loomed larger in the life of Marie Antoinette than any other. Versailles was so used to gossip that Whisper was practically its official language, but amidst the idle wagging of tongues and scurillous muck-raking, this question had extremely serious consequences not just for the young Dauphine and Dauphin, but also for the Court, the country and the future of European politics.   Why wasnt Marie Antoinette pregnant?   Doubts began to germinate on the morning after the young royal couples first night together, when their sheets were examined (privacy being an entirely foreign concept at the palace) and nothing, clearly, had taken place. Weeks turned to months, months to years, and nothing changed. Pressure mounted. Marie Antoinettes mother, the awesome Empress Maria Theresa of Austria, kept up an unending barrage of questions and criticism on the subject by letter. Every month, messengers raced across the continent to inform the Empress on the coming of Marie Antoinettes periods, and her continued, growing failure as a Dauphine. The market women of Paris, taking advantage of their peculiar right of access to Versailles, confronted Marie Antoinette directly, demanding of her when she would give France what it needed. Finally, Marie Antoinettes brother, the Emperor Joseph II was dispatched on what must have been a mortifying visit to Versailles for the young girl, in which he spoke frankly with Marie Antoinette and Louis about the ins and outs of royal duty.  Opinions differ on the precise cause of the delay and its possible physical or psychological components. Essentially though, the problem boiled down to the extreme awkwardness of two people who were by our standards very young and, by nature, shy. Louis especially suffered from an almost crippling lack of confidence and a pronounced sense of his own inferiority. Knowing, as they did, that every detail of whatever happened between them in that vast and imposing royal bed was being talked about  laughed about  by all of Europe, it is unsurprising that intimacy took time to develop.  And though hosts of people seemed to think Marie Antoinette needed constant reminders about the importance of this particular duty, it seems unlikely that anyone felt more strongly about the situation than she did. All commentators on the girl agreed that she had a deep and genuine love of children, which must only have been given added heat by her own inability to become a mother. When the Duchesse de Chartres gave birth to a stillborn child, Marie Antoinette wrote, poginantly, that she would have been happy to have given birth to any child, even a dead one.  Finally, Marie Antoinette delivered her first child, Marie Thrse, in 1778  eight long years after her arrival in France. But even before this momentous event took place, it would not be entirely accurate to describe Marie Antoinette as childless. For though she may not have had children of her own, she became guardian, even mother, to a surprising number of adopted children. This is a topic which many of Marie Antoinettes recent biographers have overlooked or glossed over, but it is an area that sheds important new light on her character.  From very early on at Versailles, Count Mercy (an Austrian minister charged by Maria Theresa to keep Marie Antoinette in line) complained that the Dauphine kept almost constant company with a 5-year-old boy, the son of her chief femme de chambre , the evocatively named Madame de Misery. Soon, de Miserys 12-year-old daughter joined in the fun, coming to live with Marie Antoinette. This happy arrangement came to an end following complaints over their extremely noisy games, and the resulting torn clothes and broken furniture. Though stories such as this one were gifts to those who wished to portray Marie Antoinette as empty-headed, frivolous and immature, it is worth remembering that Marie Antoinette, at only fifteen, was pretty close in age to the 12-year-old girl. It is true that her own childhood, during which she was never expected to fill the pivotal role of Dauphine, had included at best a patchy education, and only last-minute attempts at preparing her for the task ahead. She certainly was not ready to engage with adults on their level, especially such forceful personalities as the Royal Aunts, and representatives of the other factions at Versailles which sought to win her favour. Though Marie Antoinettes retreat into childish behaviour during her early days at Versailles was an extreme reaction, it is in many ways an understandable one.  On another occasion, it is said that Marie Antoinette was travelling in her carriage when the horses ran into a young boy. He was, miraculously, uninjured, but the queen held him in her arms and (so legend has it) declared I must take him. He is mine. Handily, it turned out that the boys mother had died, and his grandmother willingly agreed. He was whisked away to Versailles, and his whole family was placed under royal protection. The boy (called Jacques or Armand, depending on the version of the story) was cared for by Marie Antoinette, who often shared her food with him. His brother Denis was provided with a thorough musical education, becoming Cellist to the King in 1787. Marie Antoinette is even said to have found a way to send Denis money to allow him to embark on his promising musical career after the monarchy fell. Armands two sisters were provided with a regular allowance and, according to the marriage contract of one of them, were left a large sum of money following Marie Antoinettes death.  Armand stayed with the queen until the birth of Marie Thrse, when he was sent to continue his education, still funded by Marie Antoinette. The tale, however, does not end there, and when the Revolution began, Armand apparently rebelled against his adopted mother, becoming an ardent revolutionary, joining the armies of the Repbulic and dying, heroically, in battle.  Something has always struck me as a little odd about this story  perhaps its the lack of clear, reliable sources for the information, perhaps its because so few biographers have made much of what is by any standards a remarkable incident in the life of Marie Antoinette. It has something of the ring of those delicious, intoxicating rumours that Marie Antoinette inspired  a young peasant boy, as good as kidnapped by the childless Queen, scrubbed, dressed up and paraded around the gilded palace, given everything he needs, but who ultimately bites the hand that has fed him so richly. But there is enough evidence both in the story itself and when set in the context of Marie Antoinettes known history of adopting children to suggest that at least the basics of this story are correct, and these children should rightly be considered a part of Marie Antoinettes extended family of foundlings.  This family did not stop growing even when Marie Antoinette at last began having her own children. Madame Royale, as Marie Thrse was known, was a famously difficult child, and it was perhaps in an attempt to soften her intractable character that Marie Antoinette provided her with a companion, in the shape of Marie Phillippine Camriquet, the daughter of one of Madame Royales maids. Renamed Ernestine for her new role, the girl initially spent her days with Marie Thrse before returning to her parents at night. However, when her mother died in 1788, Ernestine was moved into Marie Thrses apartments, and given an almost identical room to the princess. She wore similar clothes and took lessons alongside Marie Thrse.  Marie Antoinette seems to have been particularly sensitive to the thought of any child being orphaned, and it was usually the impulse to take care of such children that prompted her to bring them into her household. On hearing of the death of one of Louis gentlemen ushers and his wife, leaving three orphan girls, it is said that Marie Antoinette immediately declared (much as she had done with Armand) I adopt them!. The two eldest girls were placed in a convent, but Jeanne Louise Victoire (at 3, the same age as the Dauphin) was installed in the royal apartments and renamed Zo. She became the companion for the Dauphin Louis-Charles.  In 1787, Marie Antoinette was presented with an unusual gift from the famous traveller Chevalier de Boufflers, who had recently returned from Senegal. He offered the Queen a parrot (to join the vast and rowdy crew of pets that already terrorised Versailles) and a young Senegalese boy. Normal practice at the time would have been to dress the boy up and take him into service (much like the boy pictured in the above painting), but on this occasion Marie Antoinette had him baptised and renamed Jean Amilcar, and instructed one of her houseboys to look after him.  All three of these children remained with Marie Antoinette as the royal family was ousted from Versailles in October 1789, and moved to the Tuileries Palace in Paris. At this point, Jean Amilcar was placed in an institution for children at Saint-Cloud, and Marie Antoinette sent monthly payments to provide for his upkeep. When she was moved from the Tuileries to much tighter imprisonment at the Temple, she was unable to keep up these payments, whereupon it was said that the boy was cast out by the charity, and he starved to death on the streets.  Before the royal familys attempted escape from the Tuileries in 1791 (which ended in failure at Varennes, and their forced return to Paris), Zo was sent to join her older sisters at the Convent. Though Ernestine was also dispatched to her father in Versailles for the escape, she returned to rejoin the family following its failure, and only finally left the royal family when the Tuileries was invaded and the family forced to flee to the National Assembly in August.  Ernestines father was guillotined during the Terror, but Ernestine herself survived. When Marie Thrse was finally released from prison in 1796 and allowed to leave the country, she was desperate for Ernestine to be allowed to come with her, but at the time she was living with her grandmother and couldnt be found. When royalty was restored to France, and Marie Thrse returned to Paris in 1814, she immediately began again to search for Ernestine, but she had died just a few months earlier.  So, have historians and biographers been too diverted, as indeed contemporaries were, by the question of the missing heir? I think so, and in doing so weve missed out on a wider picture of the royal family, and a more subtle understanding of Marie Antoinette. This adopted family was deliberately and continually, if impulsively, constructed. It lasted even into the difficult days of the Tuileries and was maintained financially, long after doing so became difficult and dangerous. Emotionally, it clearly continued to matter to those who were a part of it, with Marie Thrse developing ties to Ernestine she allowed herself with few other people. Heres hoping that this foundling family will soon get the research and attention it deserves.   BY CULTURE&amp; STUFF |PUBLISHED: FEBRUARY 22, 2010      http://cultureandstuff.com/2010/02/22/marie-antoinette-and-her-children-the-queens-adopted-family/    ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Salomon de Brosse: L'Architecte Français - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[  Salomon de Brosse (1571-1626) was an early 17 th  century, and extremely influential architect in France, influencing several later architects, including   Franois Mansart  . Born to a prominent  Huguenot  family, he was the grandson through his mother of the designer  Jacques I Androuet du Cerceau  and the son of the architect Jean de Brosse. With these family connections, its no surprise that Salomon, at the age of 27, established in practice in Paris in 1598 and was later promoted to court architect in 1608. Lucky guy!    De Brosse greatly influenced the sober and classicizing direction that  French Baroque architecture  was to take, especially in designing his most prominent commission, the  Luxembourg Palace  ,  Paris  (1615-1624), for  Marie de' Medici  , whose patronage had been extended to his uncle. Salomon de Brosse simplified the crowded compositions of his Androuet du Cerceau heritage and contemporary practice, ranging the U-shaped block round an entrance court, as Carlo Maderno was doing at  Palazzo Barberini  , Rome, about the same time. The impetus for the plan is often traced to  Palazzo Pitti  , Florence, where the  Medici  queen had spent her youth, but the formal plan of  Anet  could also be adduced. He clad the building wholly in stone, avoiding the lively contrast of brick and stone that was the more familiar idiom. Though de Brosse was forced to relinquish his post 24 March 1624, construction of the Luxembourg proceeded according to his plan and elevations; extensions made in the nineteenth century have not obscured his external elements.    Other buildings that he designed include:                chteau de Montceaux-en-Brie          Palais du  Luxembourg        the chteau de  Coulommiers  -en-Brie (1612-15), for Catherine  Gonzaga  , duchesse de Longueville.      the facade of the  Church of Saint-Gervais  , Paris (1615-1621)      theParlement de Bretagne  Rennes  (1618) (now a  Palace of Justice  )      the aqueduct of  Arcueil  (1624)      the chteau of  Blrancourt  (ca 1619)   ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[France officially recognized the United States of America - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/282/france-officially-recognized-the-united-states-of-america</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[  <br>       FranceOfficiallyRecognizes the United States of America     <br>     <br>    December 17th,is the anniversary of the day on which Louis XVI, the Most Catholic King of France, recognized the United States of America as a sovereign nation in 1777.  Without that decision, American independence might have come much later if at all. French aid kept the rebellion going and provided the money and supplies without which George Washingtons ragtag army could not have survived.  It was not the most brilliant foreign policy decision in the history of the French monarchy. While the war of the American Revolution ended in a French victory over the UK, partially avenging the defeat of the Seven Years War, the victory was Pyrrhic. The US did not become a strategic ally of France in its long and losing contest with Britain, and the costs of the American Revolution would ultimately force Louis XVI to convene the Estates General meeting that launched the French Revolution.  Be that as it may, it was a decisive moment in American and world history. Most historians believe that it was the US victory at the Battle of Saratoga in October 1777 that led Louis to conclude that the time had come for recognition. If so, that makes Saratoga one of the most important battles of all time.  Thanks, France, for the help. Britain was our mother country, but you were the midwife of our independence, and without you, we might not be here. You have often wondered since whether helping us was the right thing to do, but the chances are that if you ever really need us again, we will be there.   Merci .        The King and Queen graciously received Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams and other Americans at Versailles.   <br>     This was taken from the American Interest, main website.    ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Happy Halloween! Here’s a little story”The Undead Lover” - @earl-of-rushcliffe]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/earl-of-rushcliffe/blog/275/happy-halloween-heres-a-little-storythe-undead-lover</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[ Have you heard of Gaspard Robilette? After watching a small segment about him, on the history channel a few days ago, I knew I had to share this chilling tale. I added more details and more description to make it more interesting to read, but the story is a true, remove the decorative elements, you have the original story. Happy Halloween Everyone!       The year was 1613, the cold air and gentle snow had settled over Paris, when a young bachelor name Gaspard Robilette, was stumbling home after a night a fun and pleasure. The noisy city was clam and still, the only signs of movement were shadows casted by the full moons light, which seemed to dance around the dimly lit streets. All of Paris was sleeping when Gaspard returned to his home, all of Paris it seems except a hooded figure. Covered in a black cloak and hood, there stood the figure, waiting outside his door. Young Gaspard proceeded cautiously, and too his surprise the hooded figure was a beautiful young woman. With luscious lips, with dazzling eyes, and a complexion to rival the moon, he was enchanted with her, and proceeded to ask this lady why she was standing there so late. In sensual voice, she replied, she was returning home, her servant had gone to get the carriage.       Gallant, and chivalrous, Gaspard invited the beauty inside, so she can wait in warmth. Once inside his home, they soon ended up dining, with few drinks at hand. Gaspard continued to be enchanted with his this beauty, and for her part, she never mentioned again about her servant, or the carriage, never touching her foodonly sipping her wine. Poor boy, so infatuated with this mysterious, exquisite flower, never bothered to notice that she never mentioned it again, nor did he even inquire where she was coming from, or who she really was. As the wax melted away and the flames reduced to a glow, the couple found each other in bed, spending the rest of night in pleasure.       The gentle sun light flittered through the windows of his bedroom the next morning, waking him up. He didnt even look at his guest who lay next to him, and went off to grab a treat to nibble on. As he walked, his step seemed to have a spring in it, his joyful state no doubt because of his night before. He soon realized the servants would be here soon, as well as his neighbors would soon wake, so he went back to his room, to awaken his guest. Gently addressing her as my lady he called out her, walking around the four poster bed. She didnt respond, so he pulled the curtains aside, moving into the bed to wake her. Eyes filled with fear, his heart pounding, Gaspard stumbled backwards, falling to the floor, unable to understand what happened. He found his strength, and pulled himself up to look again, in his bed lay no beauty, but a rotting corpse. Decaying and disgusting, the body of the girl laid there, shocking Gaspard. In a fit of terror he summoned doctors and a policeman, who when arrived were equally shocked. The Doctor, after studying her, came the conclusion she had been dead for over two weeks, and the police, confirmed by the robe marks around her neck, said she has died two weeks ago, by hanging. Before their eyes, the body slowly started to smoke, and within seconds, disintegrated. The Policeman later wrote of it the events, but the original document has gone missing, or is locked in the archives.      ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 11:03:49 -0700</pubDate>
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