 Taken from The Book of English Trades, and the Library of Useful Arts. (I just ♥ that name!) "Bricklaying is the art of cementing bricks, by lime or some other cement, so as to form one body; hence its use and importance in building walls, houses, &c. In London this business includes tiling, walling, chimney work, and paving with bricks and tiles. Tilers and Bricklayers were incorporated, 10th of Elizabeth, under the name of master and wardens of the Society of Freemen of the mystery and art of Tilers and Bricklayers. In the country, plasterers' work is always joined to the business of a Bricklayer, and not unfrequently, stone-masons' work also."* It goes on to talk about how far back into antiquity the art of bricklaying goes and the tools commonly associated with the trade. I strongly urge you to grab this book for yourself. You can find the free Google e-book HERE. Thank you for stopping by and have a lovely week! ♥ *Taken verbatim from The Book of English Trades (1818), p. 54.
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 Taken from the beginning of chapter three... England beckoned. Gabriel sat up in bed, breathing hard. He stared into nothing, the darkness complete. Sensation in his arm ranged from minor tingles to stabbing pains. Reaching over he discovered it wasn’t there, thus couldn’t possibly feel what it was feeling. Wiping his hand over his face, the limb trembled. He thought he’d be sick. Hélène slept the sleep of the innocent beside him. Her mind did not roil with half-memories of war and lost family. She didn’t need to fear her own thoughts, fear the hazy recollections teasing the edges of her consciousness. Some nights he’d wake, like now, an overwhelming desire to see England singing through his veins. He knew France could not claim his heritage, even if his French was flawless. Hélène knew his roots screamed of the British Isles; she accepted him despite such a huge flaw in his character. He smiled at the memory of their wedding night, when she’d declared as much to him. But now, the urge to return overwhelmed him. There were things there, people there, who knew him, would know who he was and what happened to him. He would know the truth. Rising as carefully as possible to avoid disturbing his wife, he pulled on his breeches and moved across the small chamber. He stepped around the neglected wash basin, his feet taking him to the one window in the room. Light seeped through the crack in the shutters. He pushed them wide. Dawn bled pink across the horizon, spilling its light into the room. The English Channel glimmered blue and green in the dawn light. Gabriel saw but didn’t see. What he saw, deep in his mind’s eye, was the same water but from a different shore. If you enjoyed that, you can get the complete book everywhere e-books are sold. Links to more excerpts can be found on Forgotten's page, here on this site. Thanx for stopping by!
Below you'll find word for word the original post I did on my old blog. This was originally posted September 2, 2009.
I have decided I will do themed blog posts on Wednesdays and Fridays. Today is Regency Wednesday, in honor of the fact that Almack's assemblies were held on Wednesday nights during the British Regency.
 I am not going to do a long post full of details. More along the lines of a simple explanation for those who may not know very much about the time period.
I will start with the place that inspired me to use Wednesday as my "Regency" themed day.
Almack's Assembly Rooms
Almack's was a social club attended only by the crème de la crème of Regency Society. Located in King Street, St James, London, it was ruled by six or seven patronesses at any given time during the Regency. In 1814, they were Mrs Drummond Burrell, Lady Esterházy (who was Princess Esterházy after 1833), Lady Jersey, Lady Cowper, Lady Castlereagh, Lady Sefton, and Lady Lieven (who was Princess Lieven after 1826).
To attend, one had to apply for vouchers at a cost of ten guineas. Eager attendees were allowed in only if they had one of these coveted vouchers. Being denied vouchers for any reason could ruin the social aspirations of the seeker. If one received vouchers only to lose them later, one may as well pack one's bags and leave London.
The outer appearance of Almack's was nothing special but neither was the interior. The patronesses wanted the focus to be on the Society within, the people and manners, not the amenities. It was a social club to the core, a place to see and be seen.
Dancing was the premiere entertainment at Almack's with gossip running a close second. Reputations were made and broken with shocking regularity.
Almack's was an important part of Regency history. The famed novelist Georgette Heyer often mentioned it in her Regency romances. At times, she is even credited with having invented Almack's. It was a real place, however.
If anyone has something about Almack's they'd like to share, please leave a comment. Even if all you want to do is point out where I've erred.
I remember this article fondly, as it was my very first in honor of a time period I've grown to love. ☺
There is some confusion, at least on my part, when it comes to Princess Esterhazy. One source claims she was a countess until 1833, when she became a princess. Other sources claim she was a princess from the start. If anyone can clear this up, I'm all ears! And thank you, in advance. Next week I'll try to post new content, time permitting. Thanx for stopping by!
 From chapter three... Gertrude knew the duchess felt no love for her. A glass of wine and a loose floorboard at a well-known Society matron’s rout was all it took to alienate the grand dame. Why the hostess had chosen to go against tradition and serve wine at a rout was beyond Gertrude’s understanding. It was as if the woman wanted something outrageous like that to happen. Gertrude’s silly mistake had made all the scandal sheets, the cartoonists having a grand time lampooning her and the icy duchess in their drawings. The Duchess of Chatterton would surely never forgive her for such humiliation. Gertrude’s gaze slid to Chatterton. She’d managed to humiliate him in quite the worst way yet he’d not avoided her, even going so far as to offer to escort her mother and her to Almack’s. Why did he not run from her the way everyone else did? I hope you enjoyed this little teaser. Watch for this book to be released soon. Thank you so much for stopping by! ♥
While perusing the 1815 edition of Ackermann's, I stumbled across this delightful window. I just adore this color! So of course, I had to share.
"The manufacture of silks on which devices are interwoven in gradation of tints, and in the way which is termed shot, in harmony with the colour of the ground, afford a tasteful material for the furniture of the drawing-room and the boudoir. It is introduced in the plate for this month, which is intended to exhibit the furniture of a window, possessing the various parts to which the fashion of the day has given sanction, and forming a whole of peculiarly chaste and elegant character. The drapery is of azure blue, edged with the bullion fringe, or one of those excellent imitations of it which so readily deceive the eye even of the connoisseur. The metal pins are omitted, and the curtains are festooned by silken cords, embellished by tassels, which pass behind the cornice hangings: the rod and its ornaments are of metal, and the ground on which it stands is of matt gilding."*
*Taken verbatim from Ackermann's Repository, March 1815, p. 179. Get the Google e-book HERE.
 Hello again, my lovelies! Welcome back to my blog, my new blog, that is. I'm so glad you're here. ☺ It's Regency Wednesday, and just because my blog has moved and few things will be different, this will not. For this week's post, let's keep it simple. There's this book I have called 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue. That's right, let's have another lesson in Regency slang! As always, these are randomly selected. Some may be repeats of previous posts on my previous blog. I try not to do that, but it's inevitable. lol
That weirdly long word for some mysterious society stuck out to me. I, of course, looked it up. The only thing I could find was this reference in the 1811 Vulgar Dictionary. So... yeah. Still a mystery. If any of my lovely readers happens to know anything more, please let us all know in the comments! LOL
*Taken verbatim from 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue. Get the e-book free for your kindle HERE.  Hello, my faithful lovelies! ☺
I've decided to move my author blog here, to my website, in an effort to simplify my life just a bit. I thought it might be nice for all of you to be able to find everything in one convenient place, as well. I'll leave my other blog up so we can all find the articles I've posted there in the past, but from now on, this will be the home of Regency Wednesday, Snippet Saturday, and all my general updates. Thank you, all, so much for being there for me, and for being the lovely, loyal readers and fans that you are. ♥ ♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥ Now playing in Jaimey's mind... ♫♪ Queen ~ Bohemian Rhapsody |
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