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                <title><![CDATA[SL  SALONS and the ART OF CONVERSATION - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ Historians usually describe the 18 th  century as a Golden Age for most of the major and minor Arts, with its admirable achievements, masterworks of architecture, painting, sculpture, music, literature, as well as Grand Style furniture, jewelry, tableware, tapestry, fabrics and of course Fashion. Another Art reigned supreme, though, mainly in France, where the trend was set; but it has left nearly no trace at all, because of its particularly ephemeral nature: the ART OF CONVERSATION, as practiced mostly in Salons.  This unique mix of mastery of language, verbal elegance, charming (or ferocious) wit, quicksilver replies, original insights, refined sense of finely-shaded nuances in the choice of words, charming courtesy towards one another, logic in development of ideas, and fanciful speech, was the epitome of the French-speaking European Civilization in those days.       It is our duty as Royal Courts Courtiers to revive it, just as it has been done by Creators in visual arts, with magnificent dresses, gowns and wigs, fabulous carriages and  montgolfieres , and awesome  chateaux .  We are responsible for keeping this lost Art alive, and I am always happy to contribute to a literary or scientific Salon where profound ideas are exchanged in this most graceful manner of the 1700s.  For those of you who have not yet attended a SL Royal Courts Salon Meeting, I will provide an (imaginary, of course) example. A transcript of the Salon would go like this:  Karl-Heinz Moderator: Ladies and Gentlemen, dear friends, I think we can begin now. We will celebrate this month the 300 th  anniversary of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, the famous philosopher, and I thought it a good idea to discuss his life and works.  - Comte de Bourlemou nods    -  Lady Marshmallow: Greetings everyone! Hope I am not too late?  -K-H Moderator: Not at all, Madame, please take a seat Socan anyone tell us what he knows about Rousseau?  - Comte de Bourlemou nods   -KH Moderator: Can you be a little more specific, Sir?  -Comte de Bourlemou: He was a Frenchman.  -KH Moderator: yes, he wrote in French Well, actually he was a Swiss, but lived most of his life in France, and  -Arabella Klinkscale: Hellooooo! How are you today?  -Seraphine Percepied: Arabella! where have you been?  - Arabella Klinkscale: * pouts*shopping, what do you think?  -Seraphine Percepied,( in IM to Arabella) : Where did you get this dress, bitch?  -Seraphine Percepied: Ooops, sorry, Monsieur, please go ahead with Rousseau  -KH Moderator: errrrwhat were we saying? Did anyone read a book by Rousseau?  - Comtesse de la Porte de lEscalier de la Cave: Bonjoor Bonjoor! Hi Dears! Did I miss something?  - Comte de Bourlemou: Greetings, Madame  - Lord Myron de Verne: Bonjhpur, Madomee (* my usual typonese*)  - Lady Marshmallow whispers Shhhhhh, sit down and listen, dear Comtesse    -Lord Myron de Verne: I have read several books by Rousseau  -Comtesse de la Porte de lEscalier de la Cave: (( gorgeous dress, Arabella:-)))  -Lord Myron de Verne:...I had little time to prepare this Salon meeting, and if my English was better, i could tell you more about these books  - Comte de Bourlemou shakes his head    - Graf von Strumpf: Meine Damen und Herren!  - Graf von Strumpf bows    - Lady Marshmallow: Oh! Strumpfy! What brings you here? I did not know you were interested in French Enlightenment?  - Graf von Strumpf: Donnerwetter! Bullshit! I came here for the liquors!  - Graf von Strumpf smiles brightly   - KH Moderator: so, lets sum up what we said Rousseau was a Swiss, born in Geneva Switzerland was in those days- and still is- a confederation of free states or Lnder, a very advanced democracy, some sort of Republic  -Arabella Klinkscale: I loooove Geneva! Very clean city, a big big big lake, with a lovely big big fountain spray in the middle  -Graf von Strumpf: Ach Ja! Eine echte demokratische Republik damals,but darn Calvinist puritans, the Swiss!  -KH Moderator: you made a point, dear Graf, but lets not get too far away from our subject, though  -  Principessa della Zuppa al Pomodoro creeps in silently but with majesty    - Comte de Bourlemou stands up and bows to the Principessa    - Graf von Strumpf stands up, clicks his heels ( schlagt seine Hacken zusammen), and bows even deeper    - Lord Myron de Verne stands up ( or rather jumps up like a devil out of a box, and finds himself standing on the nearby table, stomping the cakes and drinks)   - Lord Myron de Verne bows deeply to the Principessa  (while still standing on the table)  - Lord Myron de Verne: Please take my seat, Principessa!  - Principessa della Zuppa al Pomodoro: awww thank you, Gentlemen, Je vous pray de reste seated , Messiours!  (KH Moderator rezzes a seat for la Principessa - and it happens to be a yellow and pink polka-dotted beanbag, which she overlooks with disdain)  -Long silence, public chat box remains empty-  -KH Moderator: So Rousseau may have been heavily influenced by his natal country, though he rejected it later and was himself rejected by   - Comte de Bourlemou: I am sorry, RL calls, I have to leave, A bientt!  - KH Moderator: See you soon, Monsieur  - Comte de Bourlemou nods   -Arabella Klinkscale: Me too! ((Gotta feed the kitty! ))  - Arabella Klinkscale giggles   - Lord Myron de Verne: I could try to translate some of Rousseau books for you , if you care for instance, Les Confessions, la Nouvelle Helose 2400 pages in all, if you are not in a hurry  - KH Moderator: Thank you, but they are already translated, Milord  -  Lord Myron de Verne lurks, and looks at Lady Marshmallow, head and arms down, with an  Away tag above her   - Seraphine Percepied: can I upload them for free in my Kindle?  -Principessa Della Zuppa al Pomodoro: May I have some of these cupcakes? They look delicious!  - Comtesse de la Porte de lEscalier de la Cave: personally, I prefer Voltaire  -Graf von Strumpf: Where are the liquors?  -Principessa Della Zuppa al Pomodoro: OMG! Is it THAT late? How time flies in your company! I have to rush back home, Ciaoooo!  -  Graf von Strumpf clicks heels four times, turning east , west, north and south, and thanks the audience for the very interesting discussion  ( * poofs*)  (Lord Myron de Verne crashes for the third time and does not come back)  -KH Moderator, staying alone with Lady Marshmallow who is afk: Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, its been a pleasure and a privilege to share these enlightening moments with you.  For our next Salon meeting, we will discuss the progress of science , most notably the steam engines.  ( End of transcription)  I am proud I took my share in this remarkable experiment: of course, all this needs some polishing, but it is really comforting to see how we, Second Life Royal Courts members, strive to resuscitate the dead art of conversation, in all its brilliance and purity.      ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[WHEN CHAIRS FLEW IN VERSAILLES... - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/276/when-chairs-flew-in-versailles</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[   La trs vridique histoire de la Chaise Volante de Versailles           In the Year of Our Lord 1743, Louis XV, Roi de France, ordered to build a "Chaise Volante" ( Flying Chair) for his new favorite, Madame de Chateauroux.    Actually, the Royal private appartments were located on the  1er tage  of Versailles, and hers on the  3e tage .    So the Chaise Volante or Flying Chair was designed to help Madame de Chateauroux to go up and downdirectly from the King's Room to hers and back, on the quadruple purpose of providing a short cut,as well asease, comfort , and of course discretion.    When Madame de Chateauroux died at the age of 27, it was rumored that the very same Chaise Volante was used by the next favorite, Madame de Pompadour.           This clever system was modeled after a recent invention by Monsieur le Comte de Villayer, and built by Blaise-Henri ARNOULT, who designed the sophisticated machineries behind the scenes of the Royal Opera in Versailles.    It was made of a human-sized box with a seat, looking somewhat like a sedan-chair, sliding up inside an elevator shaft, manoeuvred by its occupant by mean of a rope vertically going through the box or cabin, and linked to a system of pulleys and counterweights. Thanks to these, the favorite, by her own energy, could reach her bedroom two stairs above, unseen and without effort.    By now, everybody has understood, that this 'Flying Chair' was indeed the forerunner of the modern elevators, and a simplified and motorless version of these.    As a conclusion, may I humbly suggest to the admirable builders of SL Versailles to include this device in their future building plans and schedules? Would'nt it be at the same time accurate and funny?    ( I would enjoy personally to look at Noailles and Montbazon ra  cing and rocketing through the floors:-)  Although, at second thought, I doubt if they wouldlower themselves to following the same path as Courtesans and Favorites...unless they would be certain no one sees them, that is!)        The drawing besideshows someplansfor this 'Chaise Volante' - whichdoes not exist anymore-that are stored in French National Archives in Paris.    Here is a link to the website of the 'Sciences et Curiosits  La Cour de Versailles' exhibition, which was held last year in the Castle ( just to show you I did not invent the whole story!)    http://sciences.chateauversailles.fr/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=146&amp;Itemid=468&amp;lang=fr   And last,but not least, the portrait hereunder shows Madame de Chateauroux, as painted by Nattier (?)       ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[SIDE STORIES, ANECDOTES AND CHARACTERS, Part IV- Essay on the Art of Crawling, by Baron d'Holbach. - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[      I am in a lazy mood today, so I wont write this post myself. I was amused reading the lampoon pamphlet Monsieur le baron dHolbach is just about to publish, and I will only introduce it to you. Monsieur dHolbach, as you may know, is a german scientist and philosopher (he wrote books on chemistry, physics, metallurgy, geology, mining, etcas well as on religion, law and morals (it seems he has an opinion just about everything on earth).  In 1749 he came to France, took French nationality, and befriended the French Scientists and Philosophers, providing by himself 376 entries to the Encyclopedia of Diderot and DAlembert. He welcomes, as guests in his famed Salon and at his dining table, many of the greatest characters of our time, from France and abroad, as for instance Benjamin Franklin.  This man is a materialist and atheist thinker, and reading his books is a pain in my neck, both for style and content. I only make an exception for this libel I am introducing you to. It is the perfect lampoon: harsh, insincere, cruelly unfair, BUT true in its own partial way, and with a devastating humor, very much in the Swift vein. It also has the merit of revealingwhat the people think of the Courts outside of them ( though they would not express it with the same talent).  Come on, Courtiers, lets show him we can laugh at ourselves better than he does!  ((OOC P.S: of course, finding any resemblance with SL Courtiers would not only be purely coincidental, but also the mischievous fruit of a wicked mind. This is a real writing about real historical Courtiers, and not about role-players, do I need to say?))    ESSAY ON THE ART OF CRAWLING, for the use of Courtiers, by Baron DHOLBACH    The courtier is, without contradiction, the most curious product of the human race. Hes an amphibian animal in which all contrasts are commonly assembled. A Danish philosopher compares the courtier to the statue composed of different materials that Nebuchadnezzar saw in a dream. He says: The head of a courtier is of glass, his hair of gold, his hands of resin, his body of plaster, his heart is half steel half mud, his feet are of straw, and his blood of water and quicksilver.  It must be admitted that so strange an animal is difficult to define. Not only can he not be known by others, he can barely know himself. Nevertheless, it appears that, all things considered, he can be categorized in the class of men, with this difference: ordinary men have only one soul, while the courtier seems to have several. In fact, a courtier is sometimes insolent and sometimes groveling; sometimes sordidly avaricious and sometimes insatiably avid; sometimes extremely prodigal, sometimes audacious; sometimes of a shameful cowardice, sometimes of the most impertinent arrogance and sometimes of the most careful politeness. In a word, he is a Proteus, a Janus or rather a god from India, who is represented with seven faces.  Whatever the case, it is for these rare beings that nations seem to exist. Providence has destined them for their least pleasures: the sovereign himself is only their business agent. When he does his duty he has no other task than that of fulfilling their needs and their fantasies, only too happy to work for these necessary men who the state cannot do without. It is in their interest that a monarch imposes taxes, makes war or peace, imagines a thousand ingenious inventions to torment and gouge the people. In exchange for this, the grateful courtiers pay the monarch with gratitude, assiduity, flattery, and meanness; and the talent of trading thanks for these important merchandise is that which is perhaps most useful to the court.  Philosophers, who are commonly ill-humored, in truth look upon the mtier of courtier as low, as infamous, as that of a poisoner. The ungrateful people dont feel the entire extent of the gratitude they owe to these generous ones who, in order to maintain their sovereign in a good mood, devote themselves to boredom, sacrifice themselves to his caprices, continually sacrifice to him their honor, their probity, their  amour propre , their shame and their remorse. Dont those imbeciles know the cost of these sacrifices? Dont they think what it must cost to be a good courtier? Whatever force of spirit one might have, however armored the conscience by the habit of holding virtue in contempt and crushing probity under foot, ordinary men always find it difficult to stifle in their hearts the cry of reason. There is only the courtier who manages to reduce that importunate voice to silence. He alone is capable of so noble an effort.  If we examine things from this point of view, we can see that of all the arts, that of crawling is the most difficult. This sublime art is perhaps the most marvelous conquest of the human spirit. Nature placed in the hearts of all men an  amour propre , a pride that is, of all dispositions, the most difficult to vanquish. The soul revolts against everything that tends to depress it; it vigorously reacts whenever its wounded in that sensitive spot. And if at a young age we havent developed the habit of fighting, repressing or crushing this powerful spring, it becomes impossible to master it. This is what the courtier works at during his childhood, a study much more useful that all those that are so emphatically vaunted, and, in those who have acquired the faculty of subjugating nature, announces a strength with which few being find themselves gifted. It is through these heroic efforts, these combats, these victories that a skillful courtier distinguishes himself and reaches the point of insensitivity that leads him to credit, honors, and those grandeurs that are the object of the envy of his peers and that of public admiration.  Let them exalt after this the sacrifices religion imposes on those who want to gain heaven. Let them talk of the strength of soul of those haughty philosophers who claim to hold in contempt all that men esteem. Believers and sages could not defeat  amour propre ; pride seems to be compatible with devotion and philosophy. It is only reserved to the courtier to triumph over himself and to carry off a complete victory over the sentiments of his heart. A perfect courtier is without contradiction the most amazing of all men. Dont talk to us about the abnegation of the pious; true abnegation is that of a courtier for his master: see how he obliterates himself in his presence. He becomes a pure machine, or rather he is nothing: he awaits his being from him; he seeks to find in his traits those he should have himself. He is like wax ready to receive all the impressions made on it.  There are a few mortals who have a narrow spirit, a lack of suppleness in the spine, a lack of flexibility in the neck: this unfortunate organization prevents them from perfecting themselves in the art of crawling and renders them incapable of advancing at court. Serpents and reptiles reach the heights of mountains and rocks, while the most fiery of steeds can never climb there. The court is not made for these haughty, inflexible personages who dont know how to give themselves over to the caprices, to surrender to the fantasies or even, when need be, to approve or favor those crimes grandeur deems necessary for the well being of the state.  A good courtier should never have an opinion; he should only have that of his master or minister, and his sagacity should always make sure he knows this, which presupposes a consummate experience and profound knowledge of the human heart. A good courtier should never be in the right: it isnt permitted him to have more wit than his master or the distributor of his graces. He must know that the sovereign and the men in place can never be wrong.  The properly raised courtier must have a stomach strong enough to digest all the affronts he receives from his master. From his youngest age he must learn to command his physiognomy for fear that it betray the movements, the secrets of his heart, or that it reveal an involuntary spite that an insult might cause. In order to live at court one must have complete control over the muscles of ones face in order to experience disgust without flinching. A pouter, a man of moods or susceptibility cannot succeed.  In fact, all those who hold power commonly dont accept that we feel the stings that they have the goodness to inflict or that we take it into our heads to complain. Before his master the courtier must imitate the young Spartan who was whipped for having stolen a fox. Though during the operation the animal, hidden in his coat, gnawed away at his belly, the pain didnt draw from him the least cry. What art, what self-control arent supposed by that profound dissimulation that forms the main character of the true courtier. Under the cover of friendship he knows how to lull his enemies, show an open, affectionate face to those he most detests, embrace with tenderness the enemy hed like to suffocate. Finally, the most impudent lies mustnt produce any alteration in his face.  The great art of the courtier, the essential object of his study, is to make himself aware of the passions and vices of his master in order to be able to seize him at his weak point. He is then assured of having the key to his heart. Does he love women? He must procure them. Is he pious? He must become so or become hypocritically so. Is he suspicious? He must implant suspicions about all those who surround him. Is he lazy? He must never speak to him of affairs. In a word, he must serve him in keeping with his style, and especially must continually flatter him. If hes a fool one risks nothing in flattering him, even if he is far from deserving it. But if by chance he has intelligence or good sense  which one must rarely fear  then a bit of care must be taken.  The courtier must learn to be affable, affectionate, and polite towards all those who can help or harm him. He can only be haughty towards those he has no need of. He must know by heart the price of all those he meets; he must deeply bow to the  femme de   chambre  of a lady in favor, familiarly chat with the  Suisse  or the butler of a minister, caress the dog of the  premier commis.  Finally, it is not allowed to him to be distracted for a single minute; the life of the courtier is a continual study.  Like Harlequin, the true courtier must be everyones friend while not having the weakness of attaching himself to anyone. Obliged to triumph over friendship and sincerity, it is only to the man in place that his attachment is owed, and that attachment must cease as soon as power does. It is indispensable to immediately detest whoever has displeased the master or the favorite of the moment.  Judge from all this if the life of a perfect courtier is anything but a long train of painful labors. Is it possible for nations to correctly pay a body of men so devoted to the service of a prince? The entire treasury barely suffices to pay heroes who sacrifice themselves completely to public happiness. Is it not just that men who damn themselves for the good of their fellow citizens with such good grace be at least well paid in this world?  What respect, what veneration should we not have for these privileged beings  whose rank, whose birth naturally render so proud  when we see the generous sacrifice they ceaselessly make of their pride, their hauteur, their  amour propre . Do they not every day push this sublime abandonment of themselves to the point of filling the same functions for the prince that the least of valets fills with his own master? There is nothing low in all they do for him. What am I saying? They take glory from the lowest jobs attached to his sacred person. Night and day they aspire to the joy of being useful to him. They keep him in sight, make ministers indulgent of his pleasures, take upon themselves his foolishness or hasten to applaud it. In a word, a good courtier is so absorbed in the idea of his duty that he often takes pride in doing things an honest lackey would never do. The spirit of the gospels is humility. The Son of Man told us that he who exalts himself shall be humiliated. The opposite is no less certain, and people of the court follow the precept to the letter. Do not then be more surprised if providence rewards them without measure for their flexibility, and if their abjection procures for them the honors, wealth, and respect of well-governed nations.  Source:  Correspondance littraire, philosophique et critique addresse a un souverain dAllemagne pendant une partie des annes 1775-1776, et pendant les annes 1782 a 1790 inclusivement . Tome V. Paris, F. Buuisson, libraire, 1813;<br> Translated: for marxists.org by  Mitchell Abidor  2006;<br> CopyLeft:  Creative Commons  (Attribute &amp; ShareAlike) marxists.org 2006.      ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2011 08:07:29 -0700</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Just a sad old French song for some friends - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/250/just-a-sad-old-french-song-for-some-friends</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[Que sont mes amis devenusQue j'avais de si prs tenusEt tant aimsIls ont t trop clairsemsJe crois le vent les aotsL'Amour est morteC'taient amis que vent emporteEt il ventait devant ma porteLes emporta.Wherehave all my dear friends goneThat I held in close acquaintanceand loved so muchI did not keep them tight enoughI think some ill wind blew them offLove went with themThey were friends the winds could blowAnd the winds blew by my door,Took them away.( Rutebeuf, french poet, circa 1250 )I dedicate this poem, and my sadness that goes with it, to MariaLouisa,Summer,Gallyon and Fletch: right or wrong, forbetter or worse, present or away,they are and will remain my dearfriends. They can leave the RC Ning, but they can't leave my memories. I hope they know it, even if they don't read this.And many thanks to all my other past, present and future friends here,you allmake my life a better one.]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Venice Carnival in RL Versailles on July 9th - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/246/venice-carnival-in-rl-versailles-on-july-9th</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[     On July 9th 2011, within the frame of the Venise Vivaldi Versailles festival, a carnival night will take place in the Chateau de Versailles ( the RL one): Period costumes and masks are an obligation. The Castle Orangerie and gardens will be opened all night for the 250privilegedones who attend it:  -at 10 pm, buffet with drinks ( champagne?) and strolling along the gardens, fountains, waterworksand bosquets...  -at 11 pm, fantabulous fireworks above the Chateau  -at Midnight, beginning of the Carnival Ball....  Of course, many of you have already done this in SL, but...this might be DIFFERENT!!!  For those who would love to attend, see the link: http://www.lecarnavaldeversailles.fr/   If you come here, will you recognize me behind my mask? YES, I might be there...( the very handsome baron with a silver and blue justaucorps? or the old hunchback Duc with a watering mouth? or the mysterious venetian gambler who steals all the purses? ) who knows...  ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[PRESENT ROYAL COURTS 'FENCER OF THE YEAR' RANKINGS - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/223/present-royal-courts-fencer-of-the-year-rankings</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[ After three tournaments ( Orange-Nassau, Coeur and Melioria), the rankings in this ongoing competition are:  1/ Hera Poliatevska: 18 points  2/ Selina Vayandar: 11 points  3/Joesf Fitzpatrick: 10 points  4/Maria Louisa Muircatsle: 7 points  5/Myron Byron, Paco Gothly: 6 points  6/Emma Streusel, Blue Revolution: 5 points  7/Marie-Josette Laville, Elisabeth Milneaux, Susannah Tigerpaw,Melled'Andelot,Pekel Panacek,Capacitytodd Elswit: 3 points  8/Tatiana Dokuchic Varriale: 2 points  9/Maria Antonia Barenhaut, Sophia Trefusis, Quecay Amat,Martie-Therese Glendevon, Bedrich Panacek, Trasgo Beaumont, Roy100 Allen, Monty Merlin: 1 point.  I can see quite a few fencers in this list who are not ranked high enough according to their skills with a foil or sword.There will be a few more tournaments to allow them to climb up .  3000 L$ in the end for the winner!    ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2011 10:14:42 -0800</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[A Sunny Fencing Day in MELIORIA - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/222/a-sunny-fencing-day-in-melioria</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[    The MELIORIA fencing tournament turned out to be a wonderful event, and a success in terms of attendance, enjoyment, and high fencing level.  The Prince of MELIORIA had carefully prepared this feast ( with the deft and friendly help of Aria Vyper, Contessa di Mocenigo, CeeCee and Blue Revolution), adorning the lawns of the glorious Villa Vesuviana with tents and lovely blankets, where spring water, wines ,liquors and picnic baskets were at hand.  This event drew an incredible crowd, from all horizons, coming and going during the two hours and a half it lasted. Therefore, I will not be able to mention all attendants, as I usually do: please accept my apologies. it was entertaining and even enthralling, to see this fashionably elegant assembly and to hear the witty discussions and, ahemgossips.  The duellists of the day were , in no protocolar order: Capacitytodd Elswit, Prince of Melioria, our host, Marquesa Quecay Amat, Hera Poliatevska, professional fencer and Maitre dArmes in the Royal Court Fencing Group, Contessa Sophia Trefusis di Loredan, Doctor Pekel Panacek, Madame la Comtesse de Noailles, Senora Emma Streusel, Princess of Switzerland, Sir Blue Revolution, Her Grace the Duchesse de Rochefort, Conte Myron Byron di Loredan, Mademoiselle dAndelot, Joesf Fitzpatrick, Contessa Selina Vayandar di Loredan, and Monsieur de Monty-Merlin.  Four rounds were needed to reach the final, won by the irresistible Selina, Contessa di Loredan, over Hera Poliatevska. To crown this ceremony, the Prince of Melioria offered two prizes of 2000 gold coins and 1000 gold coins respectively to the winner and finalist.  The competitors gained also points for the Royal Courts fencing Group Award of Fencer of the Year, as follows:  - Maria-Antonia Barenhaut, Quecay Amat, Sophia Trefusis, Pekel Panacek, , Joesf Fitzpatrick, Monty Merlin: 1 point.  -Marie-Josette Laville, Melle DAndelot, Capacitytodd Elswit, Myron Byron: 3 points  - Emma Streusel, Blue Revolution: 5 points  -Hera Poliatevska: 8 points  - Selina Vayandar: 10 points.  (see for present rankings after 3 tournaments in my upcoming post).   And now A FEW ANECDOTES :  -As usual, a big controversy arose about fencing Ladies outfits: gowns or breeches? Well, this a far too serious matter for us, male fencers, to decide! We , who heartily endure scars and blood wounds, would NEVER take the chance of interfering between Ladies arguing about this: we are courageous, but no fools! ( with the possible exception of Blue Revolution, who suggested we could wear skirts in replyJ)  -CeeCee missed the Tournament, and we missed her : we learned (once again) that , as she was in charge of transferring the spring water bottles from the cellar to the picnic, she mistook them for the vodka bottles of the Prince, and realized too late her error ( too late meaning after sipping two bottles at least) so she overslept...  -At one moment, a little girl ran everywhere through the crowd . One of the Versailles  Grandes Dames  was trying to catch and keep her  May I? She looks so much like my Pomeranian dog! she said.  -Extracts from the dialogues during the final duel :  -Hera Poliatevska: I must confess at this point, that I am not a part of any Court. I am from the peasantry, and I fence for a living, Mesdames.  -Duchesse de Rochefort: For a living? What do you mean? What a curious expression! ( I love learning new words and expressions)  -Selina Vayandar: For a livinglike work. A concept lost to you, perhaps.  -Duchesse de Rochefort: Oh! Work ! I learnt about work the other day, what a curious occupation!  -Gallyon Milneaux: *tries not to laugh*  -Duchesse de Rochefort: To  work to earn moneyodd concept  -Hera Poliatevska: I work as a fencer, sometimes as a trainer  -Duchesse de Rochefort: Personally I think inheritance is much simpler  -Hera P. : Much simpler indeed, for those who are lucky!  -Myron Verne: tsk tsk tsk, never mind, Hera, focus on your fencing!       ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2011 23:51:40 -0800</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[ANECDOTES, SIDE STORIES AND CHARACTERS, Part Three - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/215/anecdotes-side-stories-and-characters-part-three</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[      The Battle of Sedan Chairs ( pamphlet in the manner of Beaumarchais)            Listening recently to some comments in Royal Courts corridors, it seemed that sedan chairs are back in style again. New models should be available soon, and I have no doubt that they will be beautifully crafted. Perhaps events will follow like sedan chairs races, who knows? Anyhow, we cannot but be grateful to those who provide us, day in and day out,   with their remarkable skills, all the commodities of our late   18 th  century.           However, you will NEVER see me in a sedan chair. I have a strong personal dislike for this invention, based on the fact that I hate to see men ( porters, in this case) treated as low as horses replacement.        Some may argue that it is only a practical and funny mean of transportation, but it is not: it is slower than walking , highly uncomfortable, and I miss the amusing part in it. I can understand , in some circumstances, that Ladies use them to keep their formal shoes and dresses clean before a   ceremony or event, and for short distances, but no more. Men should stay away from a sedan chair, they look ridiculous in it, and besides, I often stated that some of them use it more as a way to show off their pretended superiority , and their actual domination, with some disdain to other human beings.   I do not belong in this , and I have the weakness to believe more in reconciling the traditional values of Nobility( protecting the people, and centering on our duties more than on our privileges) with the contemporary ideals of Enlightenment.        But , this being only a matter of opinion, after all, I would not have posted this pamphlet, had I not a funny and revealing story of sedan chairs to tell you.        One day, I rode through the narrow streets of Paris on my dear horse Sultan, when I was blocked by two sedan chairs, moving slowly forward and side by side, ( de conserve  as we say in French), so that their owners could continuously converse through their side windows.        I recognized their arms on the chairs: Madame la Comtesse   de Marsan, et Madame la Marquise dEsparbs, two long-time best gossip friends, two of a kind ( the kind of stuff that nightmares are made of, according to me).        Now you must know that the porters and valets of the Maison de Marsan and the Maison dEsparbs, were all Southerners: these Ladies had married a Comte from Languedoc, and a Marquis from Armagnac, regions were people (except nobles and grand bourgeois) still spoke the ancient langue dOc, or Provencal, quite different from the langue doil, spoken in the North, from which French was derived. The Ladies, as superior as they thought they were, could not understand their porters, but the valets could very well understand them.        By then, a long string of horsemen, carriages, merchants and passers-by was now queuing up behind the sedan chairs, and the Ladies did not seem to bother: I could even have sworn they enjoyed it.        Suddenly, as I was losing patience, the four porters began to sing, alternatively, a charming traditional melody, with lyrics in their language. I distinctly heardthe Comtesse   de Marsan say:Oh, Ma Chre, listen   to their beautiful song! Dont they sound like modern day troubadours?        -O Yes, lovely, indeed, Ma Chre! answered the Marquise. And how it shows they enjoy their work!        It was difficult for me to hold back a laugh: as you may know, I was born in Provence, and I understand the langue dOc. And the translation of the lyrics of this beautiful song was approximately the following:        -Marsan porters:  Our Comtesse eats too much, and she weighs    bout a ton        -dEsparbes porters: -Our Marquise is lighter, but her feet are stinking        -Marsan Porters:   -Lets toss em and bump em for the next mile        -dEsparbes porters: -Oh yes, and if they dont know why, we do!            Thats the way the world goes     And why youll NEVER see me in a sedan chair. ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 13:55:31 -0800</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[A French Christmas Tale - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/212/a-french-christmas-tale</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[This is a story my mother told me, sitting by my bedside, on some Christmas Eve when i was a child. A nave story, with the charm and popular imagery of ancient tales.I will share it with you: let us all recall those happy Christmas days when we were kidsHere it is: Once upon a time, in the French province of Alsace, there was a little orphan boy. He lived with his mother in a shack, they were so poor! And she was so sick and weak, he had to earn every cent of their living.He worked as hard as he could, picking up flowers in the meadows and selling them in springtime, helping the landlords with crop- and vine-harvest during Summer and Fall, but when winter came, there was no more work in the farms, and no more fruits to pick in the orchards and bushes.They starved.That year, as Christmas drew near, his only dream was to offer a cake for his Mother to eat on the Holy Night, but they were broke. On Christmas Eve, he suddenly had an idea: he would walk to the woods, and grab one or two evergreens, to sell them as Christmas trees, and with the money, buy a cake.So he walked out in the cold, under the snowstorm: his shoes, full of holes, filled up with snow, and his feet were freezing. He had no gloves, and could not feel his fingertips. Once in the woods, he realized he had no axe nor strength to cut the trees or branches. All he could do was to unroot two ridiculously small and miserable fir tree saplings.Dragging them behind him in the snow, into the village, he knocked at the first door: Bonjour! Would you buy a Christmas Tree from me, Sir ?. Without a word, the man slammed the door closed.The boy went to the next house:  Bonjour, Monsieur, would you buy a Christmas Tree from me ?The peasant stared at the tiny saplings and laughed at him.The following house belonged to a widow, who patted him gently on the head, saying: I alreadyhave one, my dear, come back next year.And this went on and on, all through the village, and the little boy had a big lump in his throat. Finally, he reached the last house, the big mansion of the main landlord in the country: he owned farms, fields, forests and vineyards. After knocking once again, when he saw, framed in the door, the shadow of this big man in velvet jacket and smoking a pipe, the little boy could not utter one word.Bonjour, mon garon ! What brings you here? But dont stay out in the cold, come in!The orphan entered the main room. He had never seen such a beautiful and large place in his life: thick carpets, a huge fireplace where the fire was joyously crackling, richly decorated walls, high, oh- so- high ceilings.and in the middle of the room stood the Master of all Christmas Trees, a tall fir tree, all girdled and lit with candles, the most wondrous thing!Sensing his last chance to sell his miserable saplings was gone, the boy burst into tears, he could not hold them any longer.Now, Hush, my boywipe away your tears, and tell me whats the matter said the man in the velvet jacket, and the little boy told his story.The landlord, puffing his pipe, smiled and said: Could you show me your trees?...oh! they look quite interesting! Really! Of course, they are like baby trees, I could not use them as Christmas trees this year, but they seem quite promisingyes, I am interested, I might plant them somewhere , and when they are grown up, I have the feeling that they might be the most beautiful fir trees!After a while, he added: Would you accept to sell them to me, as a favor?. He searched in his waistcoat pocket, and handed the boy a coin. A gold coin! Un Louis dOr!The orphan could not believe it. With bulging eyes he stared at the coin, turning it around between his fingers. He could only mumble: Oh good Lord! Thank you, Monsieur, thank you so much, God bless you!.The landlord, still puffing his pipe, wore a bright smile on his face, as he watched the child running back to the village, to buy food and bring it home. His smile disappeared when he saw the two tiny fir trees the boy had left on the floor. He was about to throw them away, but then he thought again: No, I could not lie to a poor orphan boy on a Holy Day like this: I told him I would plant the trees, so I will . He stepped out with a shovel and a spade, headed to the hamlets chapel, and planted the trees behind hedges , one on each side of the church. He knew all along it was not a good season to plant trees, but he had promised.Later that night, everybody in the village had a wonderful family dinner, including the poor orphan and his mother. When these two finished their last meal ( a deliciously creamy cake!), the little boy asked his Mom if she felt restored and sound enough to attend the Midnight Mass with him. She nodded and off they went.It was not snowing anymore, the night was dark and shiny, and even the stars seemed to glow with happiness. From all the roads leading to the hamlet, all the families of the surroundings were gathering slowly and silently towards the church. As this assembly got nearer to it, and before they could see it, they heard in the distance a mysterious and heavenly music. They followed the sounds and when they arrived in front of the chapel, they could not believe their eyes, and some of them even fell on their knees.On each side of the little church, two huge fir trees no one had ever seen before had grown taller than the steeple, and on top of them angels of light were swaying in the flow of celestial music.]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Royal courts "Fencer of The Year" Rankings - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/209/royal-courts-fencer-of-the-year-rankings</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[I remind you that we will keep track of the results of Tournaments organized in the Royal Courts with the support of our Fencing Group: Points will be awarded to contestants, and by the end of the season, the Title of Royal Courts Fencer of the Year will be granted to the fencer who scored more points, with a bonus prize of 3000L$.Points will be granted in each tournament this way:-1 point for a defeat (Thank you for comingJ)- 2 points for a victory- 3 points for the finalist- 5 points for the winnerAfter the Orange Nassau and Coeur Tournaments, the rankings are:1/ Myron Verne, 16 points (just here for honour and entertainment, I am outside the prize competition)2/ Hera Poliatevska(Sophie Dalville), 10 points3/ Joesf Fitzpatrick, 9 points4/ Maria Louisa Muircastle, 7 points5/ Paco Gothly, 6 points6/ Elisabeth Milneaux, Susanah Tigerpaw, Myron Byron, 3 points7/ Tatiana Dokuchic Varriale, Pekel Panacek, 2 points8/ Selina Vayandar, Marie-Therese ( Glendevon), Bedrich Panacek, Trasgo Beaumont, Roy100 Allen, 1 point.Conclusion: the way the points are granted, there is a little premium to those who attend many tournaments, BUT not a big premium between a loser in the first round and the winner of the day, so the ranking can change really fast!...added to the fact that luck often makes the difference, you, as well as new fencers, are invited to join the next competiton, which will be held in Melioria soon! Check your calendar of events!Please, remember and meditate the very true sentence uttered by Joesf Fitzpatrick after a defeat: No matter how good you are, this En Garde! game has its way to keep you humble!He meant any champion of this game may be sometimes beaten by anyone simply mastering the basic rules, since luck might make the differenceso forget your fears or inhibitions if any, try your luck, enjoyand win!]]></description>
                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 13:50:56 -0800</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Results of Coeur Grand Open Tournament - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Royal Courts Ladies and Gentlemen who could not attend this Tournament certainly missed a lot! I want to thank all fencers and the audience, who came from Venezia, Versailles, Spain and Coeur, and helped in making this event such a happy and enjoyable one!Here are the results:First Round :1/Elisabeth Milneaux defeats Selina Vayandar, Contessa di Loredan (in a very close and talkative duel, but so funny, lively and skilled !)2/ Joesf Fitzpatrick d. Marie-Therese ( Glendevon) , who was unlucky to have him -presently n 4 in the En Garde! World rankings- as an opponent in the first round)3/ Maria Louisa Muircastle , Baronne de Coeur d. Bedrich Panacek, Duc de Cur4/ Captain Paco Gothly, from the Spanish Court d. Hera Poliatevska( aka Sophie Dalville) formerly winner of the Orange-Nassau fencing Tournament.5/Myron Byron, Conte di Loredan, d. Tatiana Dokuchic Varriale, Duchesse de Provence,( he scored the last touch at 4-4, so thrilling for the winner, so frustrating for the opponent!)6/Myron Verne, Baron de Cur, is merciless and defeats his dear friend Dr Pekel Panacek, Baron de Touraine ( one more 5-4 score!)Second round:1/ MariaLouisa Muircastle d. Elisabeth Milneaux2/ Joesf Fitzpatrick d. Myron Byron, one of the Venetian and Versailles stars of fencing3/ Myron Verne d. Paco Gothly (One more last touch at 4-4 victory)Final:So, consequently to the number of contestants, we have three finalists instead of two! It is decided to have two finals, one for the prize, and one for honourJIn the first final, Maria Louisa Muircastle held the score until 3-3, but finally Joesf Fitzpatrick scored the last two points and won.Thanks to the donation of The Duke and Duchess of Coeur, and an additional generous donation from his Excellency Il Principe di Melioria, Joesf was awarded the 2000 L$ prize, and Maria Louisa a finalist prize of 1000L$.In the second final, Myron Verne, Baron de Coeur, with lots of luck and maybe because former competitors had exhausted his opponent J, defeated Joesf Fitzpatrick.My very special thanks to Duc Bedrich , who prepared the pistes, and encouraged me from the start, Maria Louisa Muircastle, who provided the refreshments and food on the tables near the pistes, and of course my dear Lady Candace, without whose help and assistance nothing would be possible.There will be more Tournaments to come: The Royal Courts Fencing Group will support all Courts who organize them. So keep an eye on the events Calendar and the Fencing Group messages and Join the Fencing Fun!]]></description>
                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 13:38:27 -0800</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[SIDE STORIES, ANECDOTES AND CHARACTERS, Part Two-Footnotes to the True Story of La Maupin - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/207/side-stories-anecdotes-and-characters-part-two-footnotes-to-the-true-story-of-la-maupin</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[(1) If I novelized this true story a little bit, hopefully for your reading enjoyment, I did not invent the facts : they are documented, scattered in different books about history of music, history of fencing, or history of amazons and out of ordinary women, by such specialized authors as Letainturier-Fradin, Fetis, Campardon, Colombey, Gilbert, Salmonsona brilliant synthesis of these scattered pieces was made by Jim Burroughs, on the web.Mademoiselle de Maupin is also a 19th century book by French writer and romantique Thophile Gautier, which , except for the title, and a few fencing and cross dressing sections, bears no resemblance whatsoever with the life of this astounding and scandalous woman.(2)  WOMEN AND FENCINGDuring the 17th century suddenly appeared some fencing or dueling women. Not many of course, but as this had never existed before, it was all the more striking. Gilbert writes: Duels between women became a more common event towards the end of Louis XIV reign. Archives state, for instance, that one woman wrote to another:  I reverse the natural order of things, and opposing to women s established custom, I let you know that I stand in your back street right now, sword in hand, in order to fight with you for ownership of my dear Philemon.J.A. Salmonson also writes:In the 1600s, swordswomen were considered as an unusual but eventual occurrence; people would pay to attend their duels, just as they would have paid to see a dancing bear ( charming comparison!)Why did it all begin in the second part of 17th century? Was it a more opened society, allowing a broader place to women and having a new look on how they should behave or not? Maybe a little( but very little). In my opinion, the main reason was something else.In those days, a new kind of sword, the foil, was invented: it was much, much lighter and thinner than former rapiers, and therefore easier to handle. The foil was also a thrust only type of weapon, as opposed to cut and thrust blades of ancient times. The foil blade was a bit flexible, and quadrangular of triangular in shape, with no cutting edge. The pointe, or thrusting extremity, could be covered by a  button, in order to avoid severe wounds during trainings or duels. Even more important than this novelty: a new and different technique of fencing was needed to adapt to this new weapon. It caused the development of the French Style of fencing(  lEcole Franaise).This new  French Style, born with the foil, instead of putting the emphasis on strength and violence, insisted on dexterity, visual accuracy, timing, speed and precision in gestures and moves, a rational approach to the different attacks, parries and ripostes, and, finally, on elegance, virtuosity and  panache .No more frightful cuts, slaps and slashes with the cutting edges, most of the times no more piercing the opponent from side to side, but only some sort of competitive art form with a weapon. Some even compared this new style to a  dance adapted to its special fighting aim. I read that some salles darmes, therefore, added the teaching of dancing to the teaching of fencing. What was formerly reserved to men to prepare them for war combats, became more of a social ritual, a forerunner of todays sports.These two changes ( foil, French Style) made fencing more accessible to women with a feeling for adventure, and made them more acceptable in this formerly  for men only world.The moves and gestures in SL En Garde! are obviously derivative from this foil technique.(3) BANNING THE DUELSIn the 1600s, duels of honor between Nobles had become a social nuisance, thousands of young noble gentlemen being killed or becoming disabled The Cardinal de Richelieu, Louis XIII Prime Minister, banned dueling by a state decree, to protect the elite of the countrys youth.Those who infringed the rule could be sentenced to a dishonorable death if they had killed their opponent, or to jail if they only wounded them.This banning decree was not applied strictly, but renewed with more details many times under the following reigns of Louis XIV, Louis XV and Louis XVI. It did not stop completely the duels of honor habit, which was so strongly rooted in the morals of the Nobility.( See for instance the duel of honor at the beginning of Alexandre Dumas  The Three Musketeers, where dArtagnan, Athos, Porthos and Aramis, the three Musketeers, are interrupted by the Guards of Cardinal de Richelieu, who try to arrest the Musketeers for infringing the ban.)This relative inefficiency of the ban caused the political power to encourage and sometimes sponsor the salles darmes, where fencing could be practiced and enjoyed with no danger.(4) MADEMOISELLES ON STAGEIn those days, actresses and female Opera singers were called  Mademoiselle, whatever their age, and whether they were married or not. Mademoiselle de Maupin is a good example. The reason for this is that actresses and singers, if they were admired for their artistry on stage, were considered in everyday life, notably by the allmighty Church, as evil persons ,or at least doing an evil job. They therefore could not be granted the dignity of a Madame. Usually, after their death, the church refused them a mass before their burial.Even if the connotation of Evil disappeared with the times, notably by the end of the 19th century, the habit of calling actresses and singers  Mademoiselle, even if they were 80 years old with legions of grand-children, remained in France until recent years.(5) MADEMOISELLE DE MAUPIN A LOPERAMademoiselle de Maupin was a true star of the Acadmie Royale de Musique, as the Opera, located in the Paris Palais-Royal, was called then. Latainturier-Fradin and Campardon inventoried 30 plays in which she performed in Paris, and we should add those she sung in Brussels, maybe 5 or 6 of them.In those days, as far as stage music was concerned, there was a competition between French and Italian styles. The Italian Operas focused on the melody and vocal solo prowess of singers, when the French style was, according to the taste of the Royal Court, trying to achieve a total show, blending music (strongly based on harmony rather than melody), singing ( solo and choirs) and a lot of dancing, with the frequent use of machines ( scenic equipments allowing the actors to fly over the stage, or simulating clouds, thunders, fire, and so on.)The main style of French Opera was the Lyrical Tragedy: a prologue, and usually 5 acts or  Entres (The Italian Opera was usually in three acts). The subjects, as in Theater tragedies of the same time by Corneille or Racine, were drawn from Roman or Greek antiquity and Mythology. A variant came later, called the Heroic Pastorales, where the main characters were idyllic peasants in love, drawn from the antique mythology.The greatest exponent of the lyrical tragedy was Jean-Baptiste Lully, who created it, and to a lesser degree, Andr Campra. Many other composers existed though, whose works are reputed less interesting. Under the reign of Louis XV, this style became out of fashion, in spite of the tenacious efforts of Jean-Philippe Rameau, the best of them all.Simultaneously, another style of stage music was also favored in France, the OPERA-BALLET.Invented by Colasse, a disciple of Lully, it was bettered by Campra ( in LEurope Galante) and brought to its final perfection by Rameau in Les Indes Galantes.It was not built around a story, but was rather a sequence of scenes in a lighter vein, loosely assembled on a vague theme, each scene being whether sung or danced, full of variety and imagination.For those interested, I may advice the DVD of Lullys lyrical tragedy Cadmus and Hermione by Herv Dumeste and Le Poeme Harmonique, a splendid rendition following as strictly as possible the original style ( I have posted a video of an extract with English subtitles-even Frenchmen have difficulties in understanding the old-stylish way the lyrics are worded!) This Cadmus and Hermione was the first work in which La Maupin sung in Paris in 1690.I may add the charming Opra-Ballet Les Indes Galantes by Rameau, directed by Willliam Christie and his Arts Florissants , a lively and true to original musical version, in a semi-modernized and enthusiastic scenography.]]></description>
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                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/206/side-stories-anecdotes-and-characters-part-two-the-true-story-of-la-maupin-last-chapter</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[        Chapter Three:          For her  debut  in the Paris Opera company, Mademoiselle de Maupin is featured as the Grecian Goddess Pallas in the casting of Cadmus and Hermione, a lyrical tragedy composed by Lully on lyrics of Quinault.          Julie appears, standing motionless in a flying white carriage, which is slowly lowered by mechanics from the gridiron near the rooftop, down to the stage. She wears a white toga and Greek silver helmet, and holds a silver bow and arrow. Landing onstage, she steps out solemnly, and walks towards the audience, in pace with the music. Like a living statue, she doffs her helmet and , graciously shaking her head, has a wave of liquid, curly, auburn hair cascading to her shoulders, like a waterfall, as she begins to sing a divine aria.          The audience is immediately under her spell. She steals the show. Next morning, she becomes the talk of the town: a star is born! And she will spice up this sweet smell of success, as stars ought to, with an unprecedented string of scandals!          Its always the same with her: she feels attracted to someone, exercises her seduction, falls in love, creates drama, quarrels, gets bored, meets another personand starts all over again!          She makes Thevenard jealous, by having affairs with men and women of the company, among them Marthe Le Rochois, the undisputed lead singer, addicted to feature roles.             She has enemies, too: Dumesnil, a former cook and a  haute-contre  singer( mens high-pitched voice) is a dull and rude braggart infatuated with himself, who spends his time behind the scenes trying to kiss and grope the actresses. She hates him. One day he makes advances towards her, she rebuffs him; as he insults her, she promises to revenge.          A few nights later, she dresses as a man, and in the dark streets of Paris ( recently invented city lights are scarce), waits for Dumesnil as he comes back to his home. He does not recognize her in the dark. She challenges him to a duel. Sweating and stuttering for fear, he refuses. Then she hits him several times with the guard and pommel of her sword, and steals from him his pocket watch and his golden tobacco box.          The next day, Dumesnil meets the company in the Opera House. He has a black eye and many bruises. He explains he has been attacked by three armed thieves, who stole his watch and golden box. Triumphantly, La Maupin shouts You liar! You coward! It was not three thieves, it was me, and me alone! and throws him the watch and box. She ridiculed him, and she has one more enemy forever.                      At the same time, she goes on training her fencing, and spends a lot of time in  salles darmes , when she is not singing. Fencing, before this time, was strictly reserved to men. Times are changing, and some fencing women begin to be known, but none of them has the skills of Mademoiselle de Maupin. Only the best of men can beat her. Her renown in this other field spreads throughout Paris and Versailles.           Monsieur   , as is called Louis XIV brother, le Duc dOrlans, patrons a grand ball in his Palace in the Marais quarter of Paris, which the King will attend, along with hundreds of other guests. Mademoiselle de Maupin is now so famous, she is also invited.       Against all odds, she dares to appear in the most luxurious mans attire of brocade, with a foil to her hip! Seeing in this noble crowd a charming young lady chatting with three gentlemen, she invites her to dance and becomes flirtatious. The three young nobles are infuriated, and they try to stop Julie. They go out in the gardens, and she fences against the three of them together, and defeats them! The Palace guard gets hold of her, and she is brought to  Monsieur,  just as the King approaches his brother. He is explained what happened just before.      So you are La Maupin the Jade! I heard about your deeds and accomplishments  . Do you ignore my decree banning duels?, His Majesty says. She curtsies and mumbles words of apology.      For two days , she lives in anxiety ( what will the King decide?) until she learns the King finally considers his decree forbade duels for MEN, with no mention of WOMEN: as she is an isolated case, he does not sue her. But as the royal reprimand has made her cautious, she keeps quiet for some time.             Later, she seduces a married woman, and they are surprised by the husband coming home unexpectedly. He wants to strike them, she defends herself with her sword, they fence, and she wounds him. This time, she is really scared by the possible consequences, and flees to Brussels( but the husband does not complain to Police nor Justice, to hide his misfortune).      Being abroad in Brussels, under Spanish government then, she feels safer, and is hired there in the  Opera du Quai au Foin,  where she stars in several works of Lully. She has a  liaison  with the Elector of Bavaria, who has been nominated Governor of the Spanish Netherlands by the Holy Emperor. The Elector soon wants to leave her for a beautiful Comtesse. He asks to the latters husband, the Comte, to deliver to Julie a purse full of a fortune in gold coins, to signify their estrangement and soothe it.      La Maupin, in anger, throws the purse back to the face of the Comte, shouting:  Keep this change money, its only good enough for a cuckold like you!.       She comes back to Paris, and its Opera House. As Mademoiselle Le Rochois retired, La Maupin now alternates with Fanchon Moreau and Mademoiselle Desmartins in feature roles. These are the heydays of her singing career. Andr Campra, one of the leading French composers, having in mind her unique and uncanny voice, writes especially for Mademoiselle de Maupin the part of  Clorinde  in his lyrical tragedy  Tancrede  .              She falls in love once again, and as her love is not shared, she pretends, to no avail, to commit suicide. During her recovery, she is helped and assisted by Marie-Thrse de Senecterre, Marquise de Florensac, reputed as la plus belle femme peut-tre qui fut en France( Saint-Simon, in his Memoirs) and  the gentlest, sweetest and most simple in her beauty. They become close,  but chaste , friends, enjoying the sweetness of sincere friendship between young ladies sharing love of life, art, conversation and gigglesbut suddenly, ill fate strikes again: within two days, Madame de Florensac dies, leaving Mademoiselle de Maupin alone again, loveless, friendless and desperate.      Julie, for the first time in her life, becomes tired, so very tiredShe looks around , and sees no one to turn to: DArmagnac is old and sick, Luynes is married and lives abroad, Srannes is dead, Thevenard is penniless and drowns his failures in alcohol      Is it because she senses death is drawing near? Because she feels remorse for her scandalous past and her life in turmoil? Because she cannot stand anymore to be considered an outcast in this formal and rigid century?...or because, the impulses of young age fading away with her youth, she searches for a deeper meaning to her existence? Who knows? Anyhow, she becomes more and more religious: a rosary adorns her hand which once held the sword, and her lips, which worded profane songs, now murmur prayers for salvation. She intends to retire into a nunnery, but is rejected      Crushed by loneliness, she finally turns to her husband, Maupin: he accepts to come back to her. She gives up fencing. She gives up passions and adventures. Soon she will give up singingdrop by drop, life is drained out of her. We ought to imagine Julie, staying at home in her armchair, looking out the window, waiting for Maupin, as the day ends and darkness fills the street      Did she find peace at last? Is this the sad ending of a frantically adventurous life of fun, or the happy and serene ending to a comedy of errors, mistakes and scandals?     Maybe you can tell :  mais moi, je ne sais pas .  Each and every life is a mystery.      This aging Lady dies in 1707. She is not 37 years old yet.      THE END.    Pictures, from top to bottom:  (1) Mademoiselle de Maupin on stage at the Paris Opera House  (2) Jean-Baptiste Lully  (3) Philippe Quinault  (4) La Maupin duelling with her lover's husband...  (5) Marthe Le Rochois, first singing star of the French Opera ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[SIDE STORIES, ANECDOTES AND CHARACTERS, Part Two- THE TRUE STORY of LA MAUPIN, Chapter Two - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/204/side-stories-anecdotes-and-characters-part-two-the-true-story-of-la-maupin-chapter-two</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>      Chapter Two:          By now, La Maupin is described as a beauty in full bloom, tall, statuesque athletic body, haughty bearing, long auburn curly hair with golden reflections, the fairest skin, blue eyes, slightly aquiline nose, exquisite luscious lips and perfect breastsShe still does not seem to be granted feature roles in Marseilles Opera House, and probably continues her act with Srannes at the same time.          But soon, she gets tired of her lover: is it because he no longer fits her new lifestyle? Or because she now becomes bored with men in general, feeling new attractions?          She has an affair with a young noble girl, who is seduced by this dominant and overwhelming amazon.          After three passionate months together, the young girls family discovers the truth, and, fearing scandal, sends her to a nunnery in Avignon, 60 miles north of Marseilles. La Maupin is infuriated, she cannot stand to be antagonized nor resisted.          She knocks at the convents door , meets the Superior Sister, and pretends she wants to join the community as a novice (actually desiring to meet her dear girlfriend again). She plots an horrendous stratagem to escape with her.          One night she digs a dead nun out of the nunnerys graveyard, and lays the corpse in her friends bed. She sets the convent on fire, to cause distraction, and they both get away.          Hand in hand, they run for cover to the woods nearby, hearing behind them the eerie howls of the fire and the tragic crackling sounds of the convents burning woodwork and carpentry. When they reach the forests edge, they stop and look back to see the huge flames crowning the building like a devilish Medusas hair of fire: the young girl is in tears, and La Maupins face beams with an evil grin.          Such an outrage! Julie dAubigny La Maupin is put on trial ,  in absentia , by the Provence Parliament in Aix. For the motives of abducting the young girl, unearthing the buried corpse, and burning the religious buildings, she is sentenced to death on the bonfire, the usual punishment for crimes against religion.          Meanwhile, she and her friend hide and live like outlaws, in poverty. The young girl, out of guilt and shame, eventually returns to her family, but Julie cant go back: she has a death sentence pending. She heads to Paris, zig-zagging her way North, East and West.                        Orlans   : She sings and fences in taverns again.             Poitiers : She is hosted by an old singing Master ( and drunkard), Marechal, who perfects her vocal technique, says her future in Opera is bright, and gives her a recommendation letter for a friend of his in Paris, a theater director.           Tours   : She enters a tavern in her mans attire, wearing a long cloak, holding her foil by her hip. Next to her table, four young aristocrats are drinking. They begin to tease her, and she answers in her daredevil usual way. Their leader persists, and as she stands up to leave the room to avoid a quarrel, he grabs her by the wrist to keep her standing still. Thats too much!          She unsheathes her sword and threatens him, he laughs, and they fight. After a few attacks, parries and ripostes , she pins him between chest and shoulder, and the iron pierces through, protruding ten inches out of his back. He turns his head over his shoulder and sees the blade tainted with his own blood. Big silence in the tavern. All jaws drop. She withdraws her foil, and walks out like a queen.          This young wounded man is named Louis Joseph dAlbert de Luynes, heir to the Duc de Luynes, one of the highest and oldest noble families of France. A surgeon comes to clean and bandage his wound, but Luynes tears off these bandages: he wants this woman to change them! One of his friends finds La Maupin in the nearest inn. He explains that Luynes apologizes for his behavior, and how he needs her to help in his recovery. She says she will come with her answer later.          In the middle of the night, she creeps into dAlberts room, and letting her mans cloak fall to the ground, she appears to him in a feminine tulle  negligee She heals him beyond his expectations.          They become passionate lovers, but soon dAlbert has to rejoin his Army Regiment. Their affair will continue intermittently, until his wedding, some years later.          Alone again, Julie still cant decide whether or not to go to Paris. Too dangerous. Now we find her in  Rouen , singing again. She meets an Opera singer named Thvenard, who falls in love with her, and convinces her to try their luck in Paris.          When they reach the capital town, she first addresses her former lover, le Comte dArmagnac, and asks him to plead her cause to the King. In remembrance of their past, this he does. Louis XIV, to please his cousin, pardons and cancels the death sentence of the Aix Parliament.          Free at last!          Thevenard is hired in the Paris Opera House, as is La Maupin, soon afterwards, with her letter of recommendation. She has lived several lives to the fullest, yet she is only twenty years old!          ( to be continued)                     (Pictures, from top to bottom:          (1) Mademoiselle de Maupin, dressed as a male fencer, by Kirchneer          (2) Women training in a salle d'armes, with a Matre d'Armes on the left          (3) La Maupin ( and Luynes?) , painting by Delaroche ( I think)       ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 09:24:01 -0700</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[SIDE STORIES, ANECDOTES AND CHARACTERS Part Two - THE TRUE STORY OF LA MAUPIN, ADVENTURESS, OPERA SINGER AND FENCING CHAMPION - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/203/side-stories-anecdotes-and-characters-part-two-the-true-story-of-la-maupin-adventuress-opera-singer-and-fencing-champion</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[         This story is dedicated to Comtesse Baharat Atlas, for the Opera section, and to Sophie Dalville, for the fencing section.                 CHAPTER ONE         :          It all begins under the reign of Louis XIV, in 17 th  Century.          Louis de Lorraine- Harcourt, Comte dArmagnac, Comte de Charny, Comte de Brionne, Vicomte de Marsan, Chevalier of the Kings Order, Senechal of Burgundy, Governor of Anjou, is Grand Squire of France, Master of the Horse and Crown Equerry. He is one of the kingdoms four Grand Officers, and Louis XIV calls him Cousin, a privilege in itself!          Being in charge of the Royal Stables and horse breeding, his duties include, among many others, the education of young Nobles to become the Kings Pages.            Monsieur Gaston dAubigny (not a Noble), is the Comte dArmagnacs secretary, and the director of this Pages school, where they are taught manners of the Court, but mainly horse riding and fencing. Gaston dAubigny, a heavy drinker and addicted skirt chaser, has one daughter, Julie. She receives the same education as the Pages, quite unusual for a girl.          At age 15, she is by far the best fencer of them all and rides horses like a man. She has become a woman too, and her budding beauty, as well as her unusual skills and flamboyant personality, catch the eyes of the Comte dArmagnac. She becomes his mistress.            In order to hide this  liaison  behind a respectable  faade,  le Comte dArmagnac arranges the marriage of Julie with a certain Monsieur Maupin, an obscure civil servant, whom, by a strange occurrence (ahem...) is immediately summoned to service in a very distant part of the kingdom. Of course, Julie does not follow her husband, and stays with the Comte. He introduces her to Versailles, where she attends, at respectable distance according to her special status, to some ceremonies, and is invited to minor  Salons.           In retrospect, we can guess she must have been in awe of the Courts splendour, and at the same time doubt that her fiery and free-wheeling temper could have been satisfied by such a strictly coded environment.          Eventually, the inevitable happens: le Comte and La Maupin become jaded, and estranged.             She stays in Paris, and being alone but married allows her more freedom than unmarried girls of her age. She lives a bohemian life between cabarets and salles darmes ( fencing arms rooms), where she challenges fencing amateurs and professionals, more than often winning. She turns wild sometimes, and is reported to have struck some shopkeepers, and quarrelled violently with young aristocrats in the streets. One day, in a salle darmes, she meets a professional fencer, a Beau named Srannes, and they fall in love.          Sharing their passion for each other and for fencing, they live at random like carefree youngsters for some time, until Srannes gets entangled in a bad case of a forbidden duel that caused someones death, under the porch of the Carmelites church.          The Paris Lieutenant- General of Police, the famous and most dreaded La Reynie, is determined to chase and find Srannes; the sentence for such an offence can be death or the galleys! The young couple, frightened, decides to flee Paris to Srannesbirth place, Marseilles, where he says he has friends and opportunities.          Arriving there, of course, friends turn their back on them, and opportunities fail to occur.            La Maupin has a grand idea: why not create a new cabaret act? She will dress as a man, and fence with Srannes, and during or between fights, they will act and sing songs! and this, they do...          Its an immediate success! People are stunned , not only by this novelty show, but also by this splendid and charismatic woman dressed as a man ,fencing like a champion, and singing beautifully like a girl...A mixed, ambiguous and disturbing feeling, between desire and scandal...Julie discovers that she enjoys causing such trouble and confusion in the minds and senses of men and women in the audience. When acting, she feels waves of fascination and hidden desire vibrating from the crowd unto her, and she enjoys so much being wrapped in them. From now on, she will sometimes wear mens clothes, in everyday life too, even walking in the streets in manly attire.          One day, someone in the audience suggests that she should attend the singing class at the Opera Academy of Marseilles. She is promptly auditioned by the Director, Pierre Gaultier, a friend of Lully, the great music composer.. She has no vocal technique yet, but an immense musical memory, an incredible stage presence and a dream voice of Bas-Dessus (as the mezzo-soprano voices were called in those days; some argue that La Maupins voice was rather a contralto voice, but alas! well never know. ) Gaultier falls under her spell. She enters the Academy of Music, and as she improves quickly, and learns the Repertoire at lightning speed, she is soon afterwards hired in the Opera House of Marseilles, under the stage name of Julie dAubigny, and begins her Opera Career.             ( to be continued)         ( pictures, from top to bottom: (1)a portrait of Mademoiselle de Maupin, probably by the end of her life  (2) Louis de Lorraine-Harcourt, Comte d'Armagnac, as a young man  (3) a "fancy" portrait of La Maupin in a fencing outfit, drawn by Aubrey Beardsley by the end of the 19th century. ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 11:38:06 -0700</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[CRITICAL ACCLAIM for SIDE STORIES, ANECDOTES AND CHARACTERS - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/195/critical-acclaim-for-side-stories-anecdotes-and-characters</link>
                <guid>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/195</guid>
                <description><![CDATA[My publisher abuses my modesty and eventually forces me to give an account of the prestigious critical acclaim received by my first story. So, here are a few samples:" A new star arose in the firmament of Literature! I wish I could write like him! ( it would spare me a lot of thinking, hehe...)"VOLTAIRE ( in a letter to Mme du Chatelet- sadly, she threw it in her dustbin.)" I hate to say anything good about these darn Nobles, but I must admit this de Verne is the best ( but I don't know in what.)"ROUSSEAU ( mumbling as he had his beard shaven, his Barber reported me)" De Verne's stories? Magnifique! Fantastic! Flabbergasting! only bad thing is I can't read English"DIDEROT ( translated from the French by Lady Candace)" If I read the SIDE STORIES? Yessum, Ma'am! Now, this de Verne...he's my boy! "LOUIS XV ( from a private conversation with La Du Barry).All I can say is: Thanks for the encouragements, guys, you have such a good taste.If the book is published on paper, all this will look great on the back cover, won't it?]]></description>
                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2010 05:48:38 -0700</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Footnote to the Story of Latude: the "Lettres de Cachet" or Sovereign's Sealed Letters - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/192/footnote-to-the-story-of-latude-the-lettres-de-cachet-or-sovereigns-sealed-letters</link>
                <guid>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/192</guid>
                <description><![CDATA[<br>      France was ruled in 18 th  century by an  absolute  Monarchy: it means all powers ( including the judicial power) were united in the hands of the King, who held them by a decree of the Divine Providence: it therefore could not be discussed, disputed or contested.          Of course, the king could not rule alone a country of 30 million inhabitants: so, for instance in the judicial field, he delegated his power to Parliaments ( which were not Parliaments according to our present day meaning, but Courts of Justice), the big one in Paris, and several others in different regions).          So there were, in French law, two kinds of Justice, the Justice Dlgue( Justice delegated to the Parliaments), and the Justice Retenue ( Withheld Justice) : the latter term meaning the King could in many circumstances decide not to delegate his judicial power to the Parliament, but to exercise it himself directly.          The usual legal tool for this Withheld Justice was the Lettre de Cachet. It was a sealed letter, signed by the King, giving an order, mainly to jail someone. The letter was the sentence and its order of execution, and the royal sentence, being final, needed no motives nor explanation.       They were of two sorts : les Lettres de Grand Cachet, and les Lettres de Petit Cachet.       -Les lettres de Grand Cachet : These were decisions of the King himself, by his own will. It concerned mostly political issues, as in the case of Voltaire and Diderot, who were jailed in La Bastille. It could also concern some lesser characters, when the king thought a public trial by the Parliament could be a nuisance to himself or his relatives, or favorites, or cause a scandal in the Court. They were also a mean of avoiding to have a case judged by the Parliaments, which were often in conflict with the King, and could sentence differently than the King would have wanted them to. (Latude was a typical example of this use of the Sovereign's Sealed Letters).          -les Lettres de Petit Cachet: By far, the most frequent use of the Lettres de Cachet, they were signed by the King at the request of individuals: they could not concern crimes, but only lesser offences.          They were most of the time requested for private affairs, by Nobles or Rich plaintiffs, who intended to protect their family name from a public scandal.          5 categories of offences could lead to a Lettre de Petit Cachet:          -Madness or Irresponsible behavior          -Excess of Youth          -Libertinism          -Unbalanced Marriage( mostly between nobles and the people)          -more serious offences.          The consequences were:          -Unlimited detention in case of madness or insanity          -One or two years in jail in case of libertinism or debauchery,etc          - More important sentences for violent offences, or offences who would have dishonored the Families if a Court had judged them.          To ask for a Lettre de petit Cachet, the process was as followed: A family or individual would file a request at the Bureau des Placets, opened daily in Paris. In case of a public scandal, the request may be filed by the local priest , or bishop, or Landlord. Then an investigation is led by the Police, checking two main points: are the facts mentioned in the request real and true? Can the applicant, family or individual, pay for the expenses of the jail?( when one asked for a Lettre de petit cachet, one had to pay for the prison expenses for all the duration of detention). In case of a Lettre de Grand Cachet, the Royal Treasure paid for the State Prisoners expenses.          ( for instance, Latude had the status of a prisoner of State, having been jailed by a Lettre de Grand Cachet, and all expenses were paid by the Royal Treasure. On the other hand, examples of prisoners by Lettres de Petit Cachet were the Comte de Mirabeau, jailed in Jura because he was about to ruin himself and his family with debts and libertinism, and Marquis de Sade well, in this case, you know whytheir families paid for the prison costs).          Even if it was statistically marginal, this practice of Lettres de Cachet was immensely unpopular by the end of 18 th  century:  The Philosophers had compared the Law in England and France on this matter, and claimed for the adoption of the British HABEAS CORPUS in French Law ; the King never accepted to abdicate this power of his. This showed two conceptions of Sovereignty and Law ,too far apart to compromise, and announced the revolutionary clash.        ( the illustration on top of this footnote is a "Lettre de cachet" signed by Louis XV)           ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[LATUDE, or 35 Years in Jail without a Trial, and Seven Escapes - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
                <link>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/191/latude-or-35-years-in-jail-without-a-trial-and-seven-escapes</link>
                <guid>https://livinghistoryvw.com/lord-myron-de-verne/blog/191</guid>
                <description><![CDATA[<br>      He is known ( a little) in History as LATUDE, but was born Jean HENRY ( such a common name !) in 1725, in the small village of Montagnac in Languedoc, from an unknown father.          His mother belonged to the small provincial Bourgoisie, and raised him alone, trying to provide this young, ardent, imaginative, presumptuous and undisciplined child with the best possible education, but her best was not enough.          At age 17, he enrolls as a  Garon Chirurgien ( Surgeon Assistant) in the French Army, when the War of Austrian Succession storms all over Europe. He shaves beards and pulls teeth between the battles, and after victories or defeats, holds the wounded during amputations, or carries the dead to the common grave. He dreamt of a glorious or at least enviable destiny, and this one is certainly not compliant with his chimera.          When the war is over, he resigns, and his relentless ambition calls him to Paris , the center of the world, and the City of all opportunities: he changes his name for the first time, in Jean Danry, and is flabbergasted by the hectic life of the French Capital, and by the Parisiennes. His hopes for opportunities to earn a fortune without working are disappointed though, and the spare money he kept from his Army years soon runs short. He has to find an idea soon.          At the same time, the rumor spreads through Versailles and Paris of a great conflict between Madame de Pompadour, Louis XV  s favorite, and the Comte de Maurepas, Minister of State, and Chancellor of the Royal Treasure. Madame de Pompadour convinces the king to dismiss Monsieur de Maurepas, and it causes an uproar at the Royal Court.          Jean Henry or Danrys time has come: he gets the idea of having a parcel delivered to la Marquise de Pompadour, and this gift contains a bomb of his own making. A miserable, inefficient bomb, but actually his idea is to warn the Versailles Security before the parcel reaches the Marquise, and therefore to attract attention on himself, and appear as the savior of the Favorite. He hopes a reward, and who knows? a pension, or a place in Versailles.          But things turn otherwise: he is suspected ( the Security had him writing down his testimony of the facts , and his handwriting is very much the same as the one on the parcel), the Pompadour harasses the King to discover who plotted against her behind the scenes, the opposing party rages against the PompadourThe King senses that if he lets the Parliament ( name of the Court of Justice) deal with this affair, as ordinarily he should, the scandal will go on and on, and grow up and up: he decides to sign a lettre de cachet, which is an order to lock Danry in the State Prison of La Bastille, at the eastern border of Paris,  without any trial . This is much more discreet! We are in 1749, Danry is 24 years old.          He is set on the grill ( metaphorically) there, by investigators, to reveal who are his sponsors and accomplices in this plot: of course, he says nothing, since theres nothing to say! Time passes, other plots or intrigues happen in Versailles, the interest in his case fades awayHe is transferred to another jail, the Dungeon of Vincennes: this prison is looser than la Bastille: he can walk in the yards, meet the other prisonersHe soon begins to court his jailers daughter, who brings back , every Sunday, the laundry of prisoners who can afford to have their linens washed and ironed.          They chat and flirt in the main courtyard of Vincennes, and the girls dog barks and plays around them.          Danry-Latude throws a twig to the dog, the dog brings it back; he throws it again further, and it hits a small door in the Prison wall: the dog rushes to this place, and catching the twigswings the door opened! It wasnt locked!          So Danry, quietly, without running, escapes and disappears in the streets.          A few days later, wandering at loss in the streets of Paris, he comes back in the Vincennes vicinity, and is caught. Back to Bastille!          This time he is more severely locked in, with another prisoner: soon, the two jailpartners manufacture a rope ladder, out of logs for their fireplace, and threads from sheets and clothes. After six years , it is ready, and they escape again! A sensation! it never had happen before in La Bastille!                  ( engraving of La Bastille Prison during the 18th century)           Danry-Latude crosses the border and takes refuge in the Netherlands: after six months, he is captured again, and sent back to La Bastille: this second escape aggravates his case, so he is thrown alone in an isolated jail, deeper, damper, and filthier than the former ones.        He lives there in the sole company of rats, and, sharing his daily food with them, tries to tame them, giving them first names, and pretending he is their new kingHe also begins to write letters to all the influent and mighty people of Versailles, Paris, Nobles, members of the Parliament, writers, religious dignitaries, intending to attract their attention on the unfair and desperate situation he has been unjustly thrown in. He flatters them most of the times, and sometimes, as no answer is coming, he threats. Irritated by the lack of reactions to his pleas, he writes more and more letters, giving advices on how the kingdom should be governed. He signs these letters  Masers de Latude: its more chic! He will now be known as Latude.      After the death of Madame de Pompadour in 1764, he is transferred again in Vincennes, to alleviate his pains. There again, he can walk outside, even out the prison itself, on the strict condition to be accompanied by a guard. One day, as he walks side by side with his warden in the streets of Vincennes, a thick fog suddenly wraps them.What do you think of the weather?asks Latude.      -Methinks its bad says the soldier      -Methinks its good, answers Latude, - for an escape, at least! By-ye!.      Once free, he naively, stupidly or madly goes on writing letters here and there, asking for protection, demanding indemnities for his unjust imprisonment, detailing wondrous fanciful political projectsand of course is trapped again. Back to Vincennes.          In 1775, the Minister Malesherbes, visiting the state jails, meets Latude, and convinced the latter is plain insane, has him sent him to Charenton, an asylum. Two years after, he is released, but obliged to stay out of Paris. He doesnt, and is soon accused of extorsion, and sent first to the Jail of Le Chatelet, and next to the asylum of Bicetre. Latude gets sick, catching scurvy, but goes on writing letters, and his biography.                                        (Latude's escape rope ladder)           Finally, he is freed in 1784, having spent 35 years in jail WITHOUT ANY TRIAL, and having escaped six (or seven?) times. He then has his book,  Despotism Unveiled, or the Memoirs of Henri Masers de Latude, jailed for 35 years in different State Prisons, published in 1787 in the Netherlands ( to avoid French censorship).          He suddenly becomes the talk of the town, the toast of the Enlightened, and the darling of Society Ladies: times have changed. The monarchy is exhausted , needs reforms which the undecided King is unable to promote against the opposing lobbies, the enlightened ideas are gaining the ground the absolute monarchy is yielding, and the word Revolution, blossoming on many lips, is not anymore taboo; besides, the overall mood of the day is clearly pre-romantic, and many Nobles and Bourgeois shed a tear on the ill fate of this poor victim of despotism. Some of them begin to sponsor Latude, for the first time in his life.          But the best , for him, is yet to come: on the 14 th  of July 1789, the Bastille is assaulted by the people of Paris, its the starting day of the French Revolution. Latude goes there immediately, and grabs, before the Bastille is demolished, his escape ladder that had been kept there for 28 years(this same ladder can still be seen nowadays in the Paris History Museum, Muse Carnavalet).          In his old days he becomes a hero of the people, a legend, a symbol of the victims of false arrests and Royal Arbitrary: he is awarded a life-time pension by the Convention( political Parliament of the Revolution), and every Lady with a Salon definitely wants him at her Dinner Parties! Day after day, year after year, he is asked again and again to tell about his escapes, and oh my, does he like it!         The Duchesse dAbrants invites him one evening and writes in her Memoires :  Lorsquil arriva, je fus au devant de lui avec un respect et un attendrissement vraiment difiants. Je le pris par la main, je le conduisis  un fauteuil, je lui mis un coussin sous les pieds ; enfin, il aurait t mon grand-pre que je ne laurais pas mieux trait. A table, je le mis  ma droite.  But the charm soon dissipates , and she adds :  Il ne parlait que de ses aventures, et avec une loquacit effrayante.   To sum it up, he is a self assured bore.          He has his final escape, without return, on January, the first 1805. I like to imagine him on the threshold of Heaven, anxiously looking at St Peters bunch of keys, and wondering if Hes not one more jailer          Thus ends the story of an otherwise unremarkable fellow whose remarkable destiny illustrated one of the aspects of Justice in 18 th  Century. If you are interested in more legal details , read the footnote to be published separately          .         (Donjeon de Vincennes, former Latude's prison) ]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[  For months , I nurtured the idea of telling stories of lesser known French 18th Century characters and facts: I thought it could be a lively way to shed some light on everyday life in those days.  Alas, I had not realised what a time-consuming task it was: documenting, building a synopsis, and writing it in English, which is not so natural to me, as you'll soon discover ( please purists, accept my apologies!).  So I had nearly abandoned this too heavy project( I'm busy most of the time, and lazy for the rest...). Then I read here the excellent portrayals of Royal Court Personalities by Melle de Milneaux, and she gave me the start and courage to go back to my desk.  So let me dedicate this first story of a series to Marie- Therese de Milneaux.    The first story you will be able to read here very soon, will be titled:  "LATUDE, or 35 years in jail without a trial, and seven escapes"  It will be followed next month by the story of an even more fascinating character! ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[First Tournament of The Royal Fencing Group: What a Day! - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ Thanks to the warm and caring welcome of His Majesty King William and Her Majesty Queen Wilhelmina of Orange Nassau, our first fencing tournament has been an enjoyable and exciting event!  But no thanks to the Highwaymen and Pirates who blocked some roads and harbours, preventing many to log in on time, or to log at all! What was the Linden Police doing? )     The tournament took place in the elegant gardens of The Isle of Roy, with the background cries of seagulls and the majestuous flight of a falcon over us. Refreshements were available for fencers and spectators.  What a graceful setting! Everything was ready for the competition, on the three pistes!  In the first duel, Sir Trasgo Beaumont, the famous painter, took the lead; but her Majesty the Queen Wilhelmina(Susanah Tigerpaw), with her unremittable perseverance and consistent fencing,finally won the last points.  Captain Paco Gothly, a brilliant swordsman from the Court of Spain, defeated Dr Pekel Panacek, one of the champions of Le Duch de Coeur( no doubt Pekel missed the relentless encouragements of his Fiance... )  At the same time, Mademoiselle Hera Poliatevska was so upset and blushing: she never had met a King before! and we saw her so confused and sorry when she defeated His Majesty The King of the Netherlands ( Roy100 Allen), an excellent fencer himself! No, Hera, it was not a crime of lese-majesty:)   Finally, Tatiana, Duchesse de Provence, arrived later:She had been delayed by the unfortunate encounter of this gang of highwaymen, who prevented her to join us in time: she disbanded this mob, by herself alone, with the sole help of her sword ! (Well, so she said..). Was she tired and short of breath after these efforts? I eliminated her from the competition( though with difficulty): this Myron has no mercy !  The next round opposed Queen Wilhelmina-Susanah Tigerpaw, to Hera Poliatevska, and Captain Paco Gothly, supported by charming ladies from Spain, to myself: Both duels were long, fierce and so close...: in the end, Hera and Myron were qualified for the final duel, which was won rather easily by Mademoiselle Poliatevska, undoubtedly the best fencer of the day.     .  Hera was a young girl in the vicinity, who was always around and willing to attend our fencing trainings...I asked her one day, as a joke, if she would like to fence with us? She did, and it was not a joke anymore! I am so proud I recognized very early her gifts at fencing, helped her developping them, and became her Fencing Master. She may not be " une Noble Dame de Qualit" but she certainly is a woman of many noble qualities, including her skill with a sword. I take it as my duty to encourage talent wherever it comes from, Nobility or Tiers-Etat,, men or women...I lost the tournament yesterday, but nothing could have made me happier than to see my " disciple" surpassing her Master, as Hera did, and I was more proud than if I had won myself !  She received the prize of 1500 L$, so generously awarded by the Court of Orange Nassau to the winner, from the hands of the King himself, and under the kindly eyes of the Queen. Her heart must have been beating so fast then!     But this tournament would not have been half as enjoyable, if we had not been graced by a numerous and cheerful attendance:Her Excellency La Contessa Rezzonico, who speaks so many languages so well, Her Grace the Duchesse de Rochefort, who came all the way from Versailles and is a keen observer of this fencing game she masters perfectly,the newly-wed Baronesse de Coeur Maria Louisa and her husband Captain Fletch Kidd ( next time you HAVE to fence , dears),Madame de Tancarville, Ladies Oona Riaxik ( a future fencer?) and Summer Serendipity ( a fencing beginner) from Coeur,Senoras Sevilla Abbot and Marliz Lenroy from Spain, not to forget my sweet and beloved Lady Candace, who was so helpful with organisation and welcomed our friends...A jolly and refined company , Indeed !  After the tournament, some of the guests and the Royal Couple danced the evening away in the huge and prestigious Ballroom of The Court: a peaceful and charming ending for a perfect day !  We will have more fencing events in other Courts in the future, and we will come back to the Netherlands some day. Do not be impatient In the meantime,please join the Royal courts Fencing Group, and attend its meetings: it's a good way to entertain oneself, to practice adequate baroque roleplay,to meet old friends and make new acquaintance !  In the hereunder painting,Hera Poliatevska,on the left, receives her prize from the hands of The King and Queen       :   ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Une belle journée d'escrime - @lord-myron-de-verne]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ Saturday March the 20th was held the second meeting of the Fencing Group in Languedoc. Theoretically dedicated to beginners or unexperienced players,we had the unexpected -but most welcomed- pleasure to enjoy the company of full-fledged fencers of Royal Courts: Her Imperial Highness , Kaiserin der Romer, Lady Maria Selina Vayandar, Lady Valeria Ruby of Este, ArchDuchess of Austria, Lord Drake Geraln and Lord Myron Byron...It was not a tournament, only a training, though the competition among fencers was as intense as friendly. At the same time, we were honored by the more peaceful attendance of Her Grace the Duchesse de Rochefort, Baronesse de Coeur Maria Louisa Muircastle, Lady Sophia Trefusis, Miss Brimm, and Lady Candace Ducatillon d'Acadie ( among others whom I may not have seen , being busy at fencing, and avoiding my brand new outfit to be torn by my opponents' blades).Another competition took place in the attendance, about gowns, mainly, and it was as much fun as the fencing part!  Two hours of fencing in open air, and chatting thusly, was as pleasant as good for our health !    ]]></description>
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