MacDonald and Some Biographer
Greetings.
I have made a new-hour resolution: to write a blog post ten times a month, like I used to do! What a revolutionary idea!
So, here is one of the latest stats (to get off on a foot again):
~I'm reading two books: "Give Me Liberty" a biography of Patrick Henry, and "The Marquis of Lossie" by George MacDonald. (And yes, it is a romance novel. So far so good.) I love Patrick Henry! Here are some things I didn't know about him:
~He married at the age of 18; his wife, Sarah, was 16. When Sarah died of mental illness at the age of 37, he married Dorothea Dandridge, who (I'm guessing here) was probably some relation to Martha Dandridge, the wife of Daniel Parke Custis and later George Washington..
~He was a Calvinist Christian, belonged to the American Presbyterian church. (ok, maybe I knew this already)
~He went into law as a pauper, because he wasn't a good businessman, and passed his bar exam because, although his six weeks of cramming hadn't taught him all the laws he was supposed to know, one particular judge agreed to hear him out. By that man's good grace, his genius was realized.
~He kept no journal, wrote sparse letters.
~He played flute, violin, did not work to death, as Washington and Jefferson did, but actually took Sabbaths off. (staggering idea, that!)
...
"The Marquis of Lossie" is ok. The main character needs to learn some tact. The author seems to approve of the man's words, but I do not. He (character) does not remain respectful to authority. That aside, the story seems to revolve around one single motion the man needs to make (that is, reveal his identity as Marquis), and the horse that he takes with him everywhere. His sister is, thus far, intolerable.
And there isn't much else to say!
Behind me, a braces-bedecked Daisy scratches away on her poor fiddle, not sounding nearly so beautiful as she did a moment ago, probably trying to learn a harmonic. . .
and I have to dust the living room.
Farewell!
I have made a new-hour resolution: to write a blog post ten times a month, like I used to do! What a revolutionary idea!
So, here is one of the latest stats (to get off on a foot again):
~I'm reading two books: "Give Me Liberty" a biography of Patrick Henry, and "The Marquis of Lossie" by George MacDonald. (And yes, it is a romance novel. So far so good.) I love Patrick Henry! Here are some things I didn't know about him:
~He married at the age of 18; his wife, Sarah, was 16. When Sarah died of mental illness at the age of 37, he married Dorothea Dandridge, who (I'm guessing here) was probably some relation to Martha Dandridge, the wife of Daniel Parke Custis and later George Washington..
~He was a Calvinist Christian, belonged to the American Presbyterian church. (ok, maybe I knew this already)
~He went into law as a pauper, because he wasn't a good businessman, and passed his bar exam because, although his six weeks of cramming hadn't taught him all the laws he was supposed to know, one particular judge agreed to hear him out. By that man's good grace, his genius was realized.
~He kept no journal, wrote sparse letters.
~He played flute, violin, did not work to death, as Washington and Jefferson did, but actually took Sabbaths off. (staggering idea, that!)
...
"The Marquis of Lossie" is ok. The main character needs to learn some tact. The author seems to approve of the man's words, but I do not. He (character) does not remain respectful to authority. That aside, the story seems to revolve around one single motion the man needs to make (that is, reveal his identity as Marquis), and the horse that he takes with him everywhere. His sister is, thus far, intolerable.
And there isn't much else to say!
Behind me, a braces-bedecked Daisy scratches away on her poor fiddle, not sounding nearly so beautiful as she did a moment ago, probably trying to learn a harmonic. . .
and I have to dust the living room.
Farewell!
posted by Unknown at 1:02 PM
3 Comments:
Ah, yes. What DO we think of Daisy's braces. I still haven't seen them yet, and I'm supposed to be her sister. *growl*
Patrick Henry sounds like quite a decent person. Even took Sabbaths of! Really, if people actually took Sabbaths seriously today, I think there would be a lot fewer instances of college student suicide, and a lot fewer instances of employees blowing up at their employers (because they would've had a day to cool down).
I think I've read that George MacDonald book. Didn't like it much, I'm afraid--not too keen on that sort of romance. You know me.... :)
Oh, yes, and I can hardly wait to read your 10 blogposts. :) They always add such spice to the day. (Now, if only some of the rest of us (i.e., Daisy, Sam, Marigold, and Merry) would make such a resolution... and if only a magic time genie would pop out and freeze everything so that they could actually write some! :)
How uncanny, Daisy, that you and I are actually reading the same book at the same time. It must be on a reading list somewhere, considering that your older sister's read it too. Well-oh-well.
You actually look really sweet with braces. Please keep in mind I never use the word "Sweeeeet" as a careless, interjectory, "coool" sort of word.
Frodo, I'm not too keen on that sort of romance either. I don't know why I'm reading that book, besides the obvious fact, that I've read everything else on my shelf except "Les Miserables" which looks horrendously monstrously large, and therefore NOT a friendly little thing I'd start casually digesting in the middle of a school day.
I like Patrick Henry, too. He tops Jefferson and Adams and Washington by a mile!
I'd like to borrow YOUR magic time genie sometime, Frodo!
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