A Huguenot, on St. Bartholomew's Day, Refusing to Shield Himself from Danger by Wearing the Roman Catholic Badge (1851–52) is the full, exhibited title of a painting by John Everett Millais, and was produced at the height of his Pre-Raphaelite period. It was accompanied, at the Royal Academy of Arts in London in 1852, with a long quote reading: "When the clock of the Palais de Justice shall sound upon the great bell, at daybreak, then each good Catholic must bind a strip of white linen round his arm, and place a fair white cross in his cap. —The order of the Duke of Guise."
It depicts a pair of young lovers and is given a dramatic twist because the woman, who is Catholic, is attempting to get her beloved, who is Protestant, to wear the white armband declaring allegiance to Catholicism. The young man firmly pulls off the armband at the same time that he gently embraces his lover, and stares into her pleading eyes. The incident refers to the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre on August 24, 1572, when around 3,000 French Protestants (Huguenots) were murdered in Paris, with around 20,000 massacred across the rest of France. A small number of Protestants escaped from the city through subterfuge by wearing white armbands.
Millais had initially planned simply to depict lovers in a less dire predicament, but supposedly had been persuaded by his Pre-Raphaelite colleague William Holman Hunt that the subject was too trite. After seeing Giacomo Meyerbeer's opera Les Huguenots of 1836 at Covent Garden, which tells the story of the massacre, Millais adapted the painting to refer to the event. In the opera, Valentine attempts unsuccessfully to get her lover Raoul to wear the armband. The choice of a pro-Protestant subject was also significant because the Pre-Raphaelites had previously been attacked for their alleged sympathies to the Oxford Movement and to Catholicism.
Millais painted the majority of the background near Ewell in Surrey in the late summer and autumn of 1851, while he and Hunt were living at Worcester Park Farm. It was from a brick wall adjoining an orchard. Some of the flowers depicted in the scene may have been chosen because of the contemporary interest in the so-called language of flowers. The blue Canterbury Bells at the left, for example, can stand for faith and constancy. Returning to London after the weather turned too cold to work out-of-doors in November, he painted in the figures: the face of the man was from that of Millais's family friend Arthur Lemprière, and the woman was posed for by Anne Ryan.
The painting was exhibited with Ophelia and his portrait of Mrs. Coventry Patmore (Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge) at the Royal Academy of Arts in 1852, and helped to change attitudes towards the Pre-Raphaelites. Tom Taylor wrote an extremely positive review in Punch. It was produced as a reproductive print by the dealer D. White and engraved in mezzotint by Thomas Oldham Barlow in 1856. This became Millais's first major popular success in this medium, and the artist went on to produce a number of other paintings on similar subjects to serve a growing middle class market for engravings. These include The Order of Release, 1746 (Tate, London), The Proscribed Royalist, 1651 (Lord Lloyd-Webber Collection), and The Black Brunswicker (Lady Lever Art Gallery, Port Sunlight). All were successfully engraved.
There are smaller watercolor versions of the picture in The Higgins Art Gallery, Bedford, the Fogg Art Museum, Harvard University, and a reduced oil replica in the Lord Lloyd-Webber Collection, all by Millais.
Round 1; A bouquet of gladiolus, snapdragon, canterbury bells, glorioslame lily) and white chrysanthemum Vs A bouquet of fern, rex begonia leaves, black rose, lily, odessa calla lily and green hydrangea
If you know who they are, or are pretty sure of it, please don't tell until this poll has ended!
First, let's talk about the bouquet of gladiolus, snapdragon, canterbury bells, gloriosa (flame lily) and white chrysanthemum
Meaning:
gladiolus for loyalty
snapdragon for deception/secrecy
canterbury bells for truth and justice
gloriosa (flame lily) for passion
white chrysanthemum for death
Description:
This character is a detective who has to pretend to be someone else, hence the secrecy. There are a lot of deaths around him, but he keeps his chin up and cares deeply about what he does and the people around him.
He acts like a little kid a lot, but is a bit of a genius and loves a good mystery. Half of his friends are small children, and the other half are detectives and cops because he’s a LOSER (jk I think he has friends from school but they’re like not important). He is at times painfully straight. He’s so autistic. He plays soccer to stim/think. His best friend regularly picks him up and carries him around. He’s so silly and rude and he puts his all into everything he does.
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Now, let's talk about the bouquet of fern, rex begonia leaves, black rose, lily, odessa calla lily and green hydrangea
Meaning and why they were chosen:
Fern- New beginnings, magic, fascination ( going on a journey with a guy you liked the look of, whoops that's a whole ass god. neato)
Rex begonia leaves- Warning ( Really just a whole lot of danger throughout. they're chased by assassins like a week into the journey)
Black rose- Death (for near-death experiences and full-death experiences!)
Lily- Love and rebirth (Imagine loving a dude so much you come back to life. It's totally not because you literally ate the power of the god you formerly worshiped and fused with them)
Odessa Calla Lily- Strength and resilience (Goes through a lot and isn't affected by it nearly as much as you'd expect)
Green Hydrangea- Growth (for becoming a slightly less terrible person)
Description:
This character escapes home and goes on a globetrotting journey with someone he doesn't know. They grow together and become friends. Fortunately? His new friend is a newly formed god who's trying to not be a terrible person, and failing. They make many enemies through the power of being unbearable and death chases them at all turns, he can't keep escaping forever. Or can he?
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Canterbury bells at dewy morning
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Today the Church remembers St. Hilda of Whitby, Abbess.
Ora pro nobis.
St. Hilda (c. AD 614–680) is a Christian saint and the founding abbess of the monastery at Whitby, which was chosen as the venue for the Synod of Whitby. An important figure in the Christianisation of Anglo-Saxon England, she was abbess at several monasteries and recognised for the wisdom that drew kings to her for advice.
The source of information about Hilda is the Ecclesiastical History of the English People by Bede in AD 731, who was born approximately eight years before her death. He documented much of the Christian conversion of the Anglo-Saxons.
According to Bede, Hilda was born in AD 614 into the Deiran royal household. She was the second daughter of Hereric, nephew of Edwin, King of Deira and his wife, Breguswīþ. When Hilda was still an infant, her father was poisoned while in exile at the court of the Brittonic king of Elmet in what is now West Yorkshire. In AD 616, Edwin killed Aethefrith, the son of Æthelric of Bernicia, in battle. He created the Kingdom of Northumbria and took its throne. Hilda was brought up at King Edwin's court.
In AD 625, the widowed Edwin married the Christian princess Æthelburh of Kent, daughter of King Æthelberht of Kent and the Merovingian princess Bertha of Kent. As part of the marriage contract, Aethelburh was allowed to continue her Roman Christian worship and was accompanied to Northumbria with her chaplain, Paulinus of York, a Roman monk sent to England in AD 601 to assist Augustine of Canterbury. Augustine's mission in England was based in Kent, and is referred to as the Gregorian mission after the pope who sent him. As queen, Æthelburh continued to practice her Christianity and no doubt influenced her husband's thinking as her mother Bertha had influenced her father.
In AD 627 King Edwin was baptised on Easter Day, 12 April, along with his entire court, which included the 13-year-old Hilda, in a small wooden church hastily constructed for the occasion near the site of the present York Minster.
In AD 633 Northumbria was overrun by the neighbouring pagan King of Mercia, at which time King Edwin fell in battle. Paulinus accompanied Hilda and Queen Æthelburh and her companions to the Queen's home in Kent. Queen Æthelburh founded a convent at Lyminge and it is assumed that Hilda remained with the Queen-Abbess.
Hilda's elder sister, Hereswith, married Ethelric, brother of King Anna of East Anglia, who with all of his daughters became renowned for their Christian virtues. Later, Hereswith became a nun at Chelles Abbey in Gaul (modern France). Bede resumes Hilda's story at a point when she was about to join her widowed sister at Chelles Abbey. At the age of 33, Hilda decided instead to answer the call of Bishop Aidan of Lindisfarne and returned to Northumbria to live as a nun.
Hilda's original convent is not known except that it was on the north bank of the River Wear. Here, with a few companions, she learned the traditions of Celtic monasticism, which Bishop Aidan brought from Iona. After a year Aidan appointed Hilda as the second Abbess of Hartlepool Abbey. No trace remains of this abbey, but its monastic cemetery has been found near the present St Hilda's Church, Hartlepool.
In AD 657 Hilda became the founding abbess of Whitby Abbey, then known as Streoneshalh; she remained there until her death. Archaeological evidence shows that her monastery was in the Celtic style, with its members living in small houses, each for two or three people. The tradition in double monasteries, such as Hartlepool and Whitby, was that men and women lived separately but worshipped together in church. The exact location and size of the church associated with this monastery is unknown.
Bede states that the original ideals of monasticism were maintained strictly in Hilda's abbey. All property and goods were held in common; Christian virtues were exercised, especially peace and charity. Everyone had to study the Bible and do good works.
Five men from this monastery later became bishops. Two, John of Beverley, Bishop of Hexham and Wilfrid, Bishop of York, were canonized for their service to the Christian church at a critical period in its fight against paganism.
Bede describes Hilda as a woman of great energy, who was a skilled administrator and teacher. As a landowner she had many in her employ to care for sheep and cattle, farming, and woodcutting. She gained such a reputation for wisdom that kings and princes sought her advice.[5] However, she also had a concern for ordinary folk such as Cædmon . He was a herder at the monastery, who was inspired in a dream to sing verses in praise of God. Hilda recognized his gift and encouraged him to develop it. Bede writes, "All who knew her called her mother because of her outstanding devotion and grace".
The prestige of Whitby is reflected in the fact that King Oswiu of Northumberland chose Hilda's monastery as the venue for the Synod of Whitby, the first synod of the Church in his kingdom. He invited churchmen from as far away as Wessex to attend the synod. Most of those present, including Hilda, accepted the King's decision to adopt the method of calculating Easter currently used in Rome, establishing Roman practice as the norm in Northumbria. The monks from Lindisfarne, who would not accept this, withdrew to Iona, and later to Ireland.
Hilda suffered from a fever for the last seven years of her life, but she continued to work until her death on 17 November 680 AD, at what was then the advanced age of sixty-six. In her last year she set up another monastery, fourteen miles from Whitby, at Hackness. She died after receiving viaticum, and her legend holds that at the moment of her death the bells of the monastery of Hackness tolled.
O God of peace, by whose grace the abbess Hilda was endowed with gifts of justice, prudence, and strength to rule as a wise mother over the nuns and monks of her household, and to become a trusted and reconciling friend to leaders of the Church: Give us the grace to recognize and accept the varied gifts you bestow on men and women, that our common life may be enriched and your gracious will be done; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.
I swooped up this huge bouquet of delphinium, foxglove, and Canterbury bells at the farmers market today. They smell so good! Sketched a stalk of the foxglove, but really can’t do justice to them, they are magnificent.
(A/N: I wanted to do this for a while, so here you go. A small dictionary on the meanings of flowers. Note, those are just the ones I found. Sadly, I don’t remember the sources, where I found the meanings. More are yet to come, but this one alone took me a while.)
Hiii nobody tagged me with this meme but I want to do it because who doesn’t love talking about themselves!
– one / NAME / ALIAS.
Sam if you’re an IRL acquaintance, Samantha if you’re my husband, Fal if you know me from FFXIV, Tris if you’ve known me since my RO/LJ days, Rosie if we share genetic material.
– two / BIRTHDAY.
El Dia De Los Muertos, aka November 2nd. Also in 1982. Honestly I would have been too ashamed to admit how old I am if not for my fellow 30somethings @aspected-benefic, @trc-xiv, @duskblackbird and @danaan13. You’re all my spiritual senpais and I really appreciate your representation of us older folks!
– three / ZODIAC SIGN.
Scorpio II for western, water dog for eastern… Which apparently means I stay loyal to my obsessions.
– four / HEIGHT.
5’5 is what I told the DMV, and they believed me.
– five / HOBBIES.
Video games, gardening, writing, cat bothering, reading, tabletop RPGs. I also used to really enjoy drawing and painting, but I just sort of… stopped?
– six / FAVOURITE COLOURS.
Mid-to-dark, cool shades of blue and green, gray, silver.
– seven / FAVOURITE BOOKS.
The Stranger - Albert Camus
Zen in the Art of Archery - Eugen Herrigal
Perdido Street Station - China Mieville
Of Wolves and Men - Farley Mowat
The Spell of the Sensuous - David Abram
The Canterbury Tales - Geoffrey Chaucer
Other Voices, Other Rooms - Truman Capote
Siddhartha - Herman Hesse
The Debacle - Emil Zola
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
– eight / LAST SONG LISTENED TO.
Supertheory of Supereverything - Gogol Bordello (I wish Fal could be in this band. He’d fit in perfectly.)
– nine / LAST FILM WATCHED.
Blade of the Immortal
– ten / INSPIRATION FOR MUSE.
My last RP character in an MMO had a lot of my personality traits and interests and I barely had to get into character to RP him, so I wanted to go off the rails for this one and create a character who was a polar opposite of me in hopes I’d explore some new themes and ideas.
So… Extroverted, optimistic, charming, musically talented, out and proud pansexual man who loves wearing outlandish clothing. Also with dark skin and brightly colored eyes, which is another set of opposites and was totally unintentional, but I still think its kind of hilarious.
Its been a huge challenge to do him justice - I’m still not doing justice to some of the things he loves or his personality traits, but he has taken me out of my comfort zone to great effect more than a few times. I’d (in theory) like to write a couple of the more sordid details of his past, but I’m just waaaaaay too self-conscious to write anything that goes beyond a very soft PG-13 for any reason other than bad language. Hell damn that shitty fuck fart Wal-Mart bastard.
I’ve always been more comfortable RPing male characters than female characters. Read into that however you want.
- eleven / GOD KNOWS WHERE IT WENT
Bummer.
– twelve / MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL.
Its the name of a hymn to Azeyma sung at dawn by members of Fal’s adopted mother’s tribe, which also calls Azeyma roses “warden’s torches.” Azeyma is also Fal’s patron deity, and she cares for him more than he knows.
*clears my throat in a way that means 'power move incoming* all of them. Literally all of the flower symbolism meme
Bay Wreath - What is your muse’s proudest moment/accomplishment?Getting his doctorate at age twenty.Begonia - Is your muse prone to ‘flights of fancy’, or are they more down-to-earth?Sober: down-to-earth. Drunk: flights of fancy.Bellflower - Who does your muse love?In the main ‘verse, @thenamesallison. All other ‘verses (except spin-offs of the main ‘verse) are up for grabs.Bells of Ireland - Is your muse lucky?He does’t believe in luck. He believes in the inherent chaos of the universe that just sometimes happens to spin out in his favor.Bird’s-foot Trefoil - How far would your muse go for revenge? What level of offense warrants retaliation, in your muse’s opinion?Absolutely not far at all. He’s not retaliatory, not a fighter. Except in prank wars. There are no friends in prank wars. Bird of Paradise Flower - Does your muse have a good grasp of the bigger picture, or do they have a more narrow perspective on things?He has trouble with the middle picture. As a scientist, he has to be able to focus on the little details, and he also has to be able to see the larger systems at play. It’s the stuff in between that tends to get lost. Box - How much has your muse changed throughout their life? What sort of inner demons have they overcome?Oh boy has he changed. While the core of who he is hasn’t—he is still soft and kind and emotional and funny and deeply committed to using his particular skill set to make the world a better place—he has lost some of his naivete and can be quicker to despair. Of course, he is now more conscientious about entering into relationships, after his first long-term relationship became horribly abusive, and now that he has learned about who and what Hydra is, he finds it far more difficult to trust. Borage - How courageous is your muse in general? What limits do they have to their courage? Are there any situations that will give them more courage than they normally would have?He is courageous in the small ways. He’s not going to be the first to launch himself at Thanos (why would he, he weighs like a buck fifty soaking wet), but he’s going to tell a douche to back off a clearly uninterested woman in a bar. He’s going to call out a coworker for a racist joke. He’s going to tell his truth even when it’s really fucking scary. He always finds it easier to defend other than to defend himself, but he also thinks that he’s not always worth defending, so there’s that. Broom - How well do they take compliments?He’s pretty good about it. He’s not an idiot; he knows he’s ridiculously smart, and that he’s often going to be the first person in the room to come up with the solution to the problem. However, he is aggressive about make sure credit is given where its due, and if someone has done work that he is being praised for, he’s going to set the record straight. Bulrush - Is your muse an aggressive person? What situations might bring out more aggression in them than normal?*Captain Holt voice* This bitch?Bumblebee Orchid - Is your muse good at figuring out the inner workings of a machine if they take it apart?Mechanics aren’t exactly his jam. Like, if he were to pop open the hood of a car, he’s as likely to fix the problem as he is to blow the entire vehicle up. He has gotten good at fixing the mass spectrometer at work, though, because it breaks like all the fucking time. Buttercup - Does your muse come from a wealthy family? How wealthy is your muse on their own?The Coopers are fairly wealthy. Not Tony Stark-level wealthy, but Daniel always went to private schools and received the best education. Once he struck out on his own, though, he never took his father’s money, and instead made a comfortable middle-class living on his own. Cabbage - Does your muse know how to turn a profit if given the opportunity?Probably not. He’s never really had a reason to, and as a scientist, he’s never been particularly entrepreneurial. Camellia Japonica - What does your muse excel at, and are they aware of/proud of these skills?He is good at a lot of things. Not only does he have an exceptional intellect, but he is also a talented musician and a fluent Italian speaker. He picks up skills fairly naturally. He’s aware of this, but doesn’t feel particularly proud or not-proud of it. It’s just a part of who he is, and he tries not to talk about it so as not to seem like a massive douche.Campanula - What is your muse grateful for in life?In all ‘verses, his grandmother, his dog, his father (some days), his best friends. In the main ‘verse, Ally. Canterbury Bells - Who is your muse grateful for being in their life?Oh well I answered the last one like this one so...ditto.Carnation - What sets your muse apart from their peers, in your opinion?The field of science is incredibly competitive. Competition for grants, positions, publication rights, discoveries—there’s always someone else looking to do what you’re doing, and to do it better than you. Daniel isn’t blind to this reality, and he plays the game as much as he has to, but he always, always prioritizes the work that is going to do the most good over the work that is going to make the best journal article or win the best grant. He wants to be able to see substantive changes being made in the world around him as a direct result of his work, even if he means he has to find funding from unusual sources to do it. Celandine - What is your muse looking forward to? Alternately, what are some examples of events in your muse’s future that will bring them joy?In the main ‘verse, the upcoming birth of his first child. (In the future, there will be more children.) In other ‘verses, he’s looking forward to the day when the stain of Hydra in his past won’t affect his present or future. Cherry Blossom - Does your muse do well in school?He graduated high school at 14 and had a Ph.D. at 20. So...yes.Chestnut - How important is the concept of virginity to your muse personally? Do they impose this on other people?Daniel thinks the entire concept of virginity is some patriarchal bullshit meant to oppress women. That being said, his own virginity was lost in a fairly traumatic way, and that’s something that is always in the back of his mind. Whenever he is in the position to take someone else’s virginity, he’s pretty paranoid about doing it right. China Aster - Would your muse be comfortable with a polyamorous relationship?No.Chrysanthemum - Who considers your muse precious to them? Are they aware of how they feel?Mostly his father and grandmother, as well as his best friends, Connor and Jonathan. He knows how much his grandmother loves him (he’s well aware that he’s her favorite of her three grandchildren, as he is the only child of the daughter she lost), but because of his contentious relationship with his father, he often doubts how much his father really loves him. He probably doesn’t think about the fact that C&J consider him precious, even though to both of him he’s like the stray puppy they’ve adopted and raised. Coreopsis - How good is your muse at keeping a cheery attitude, and how genuine is it?He’s pretty good at being positive. He’s had a lot of shitty things happen to him—his mother died when he was eleven, he was in an abusive relationship, he found out that he had devoted his career to a fascist shadow government—but he has never wavered in his convictions, in his belief that the arc of history bends toward justice, in his hope for the future. He’s not always “cheery,” but he is always optimistic. Cowslip - Does your muse usually exhibit ‘grace under pressure’?More or less. Sometimes he can get snippy when some trials aren’t going well, or when he’s on a journal deadline, but he’s so methodical a person that he’s usually got a plan for getting out of whatever sticky situation he’s in. Clove - Does your muse believe it’s possible for love to endure all hardships?Well, he loved his first boyfriend until he bashed his head in on a kitchen counter, so...no.Clover - Is your muse skillful in any sort of trade? Would they be interested in one?He’s a scientist? I guess? Does that count as a trade?Columbine - Has your muse ever been cheated on?No.Coriander - What are your muse’s views on one-night stands, for themselves or for others?When he first got out of his abusive relationship, he spiraled pretty well out of control and fell into what his best friend Connor calls a “Self-Destructive Slut Phase.” He had a lot of one-night stands, and they acted as a form of self-harm. In general, Daniel doesn’t see anything wrong with one-night stands, as long as everyone’s consenting to them, but for him, they’re an indication that things are not alright emotionally or mentally. Crocus - Did your muse ever experience puppy love as a child?Probably not.Cypress - What is the most impactful loss that your muse has experienced?Again, his mom was murdered when he was eleven.Daffodil - Has your muse ever gotten a chance at a fresh start at life? If not, would they make one if they had the chance?When he found out that Hydra, the organization that his father spent his entire career working for and that he had excitedly worked for himself, was, in fact, evil as fuck, he was heartbroken, and, more importantly, out of work. He had to reinvent himself, reassess what his priorities were, and figure out what to do next.
Bird’s-foot Trefoil - How far would your muse go for revenge?
She would literally kill for it. If someone, say, decapitated the Nightmare Knight for some reason, she’d be all about that eye for an eye justice. And she’d definitely hold a grudge.
Cypress - What is the most impactful loss your muse has experienced?
She hasn’t really experienced a “loss,” although she was pretty devastated the first time her siblings “died.” The first time the Nightmare Knight was sealed away was also a great loss for her in both senses of the word.
Canterbury Bells - Who is your muse grateful for being in their life?
The Nightmare Knight. She owes him everything, she feels like - he was the first person to show her love, to show her respect, to treat her as a woman, as his daughter. He may be cold and aloof but she knows he loves her.
Besides him, her favorite siblings are Noisemaster and Quakemaster. Quakemaster and her really get along, they’re like two peas in a pod. She also has a lot of love for Glitchmaster - really, all her siblings are people she’s grateful for having in her life.
A bouquet of gladiolus, snapdragon, canterbury bells, gloriosa (flame lily) and white chrysanthemum
Meaning:
gladiolus for loyalty
snapdragon for deception/secrecy
canterbury bells for truth and justice
gloriosa (flame lily) for passion
white chrysanthemum for death
Description:
This character is a detective who has to pretend to be someone else, hence the secrecy. There are a lot of deaths around him, but he keeps his chin up and cares deeply about what he does and the people around him.
He acts like a little kid a lot, but is a bit of a genius and loves a good mystery. Half of his friends are small children, and the other half are detectives and cops because he’s a LOSER (jk I think he has friends from school but they’re like not important). He is at times painfully straight. He’s so autistic. He plays soccer to stim/think. His best friend regularly picks him up and carries him around. He’s so silly and rude and he puts his all into everything he does.
(The pictures were taken from these sites: gladiolus, snapdragon, canterbury bells, gloriosa (flame lily) and white chrysanthemum!)
At court, the twelve days of Christmas were a time for politics, intrigue and manoeuvre as well as for merry-making. Here I explore the mixed feelings induced in a courtier embroiled in the great affairs of the day, by two very different Christmases, just twelve months apart, in 1602 and 1603: the last Tudor and the first Stuart Christmas.
Queen Elizabeth’s godson, the writer and courtier Sir John Harington (1560-1612), arrived at Whitehall in time for the Christmas celebrations of 1602/3. The twelve-day celebrations were expected to be dull, but the new Comptroller, Sir Edward Wotton, who was responsible for the day-to-day running of the palace, had tried to inject fresh life into them. Dressed entirely in white, he had organized dances, bear-baiting and gambling. Courtiers were playing for the highest stakes. As Harington reflected, Elizabeth was sixty-nine: she could not live forever. The country was on the eve of change, and Harington found the prospect as exciting as it was terrifying. For all Sir Edward’s best efforts, this would not be a carefree season, but a time of jockeying for position in preparation for the regime to come, and overshadowed by the declining health of the Queen
Harington was called for an audience with the Queen soon after his arrival, and escorted along a dark passage to the Privy Chamber. Elizabeth sat on a raised platform with the Archbishop of Canterbury, John Whitgift, beside her. His plain clerical garb contrasted starkly with her bejewelled gowns and spangled wigs. People believed that Elizabeth used her glittering costumes to dazzle people so they, ‘ would not so easily discern the marks of age..’. But if so, she no longer considered them enough.
In February 1601 Elizabeth’s last great favourite, the Earl of Essex, had led a palace revolt. The childless Queen had always refused to name an heir, believing that to do so would maker her expendable. Essex hoped to force her to name James VI of Scots and to overthrow her corrupt Secretary of State, Sir Robert Cecil. The revolt had failed, Essex had been executed and his noble followers, the young Earls of Southampton and Rutland, remained in the Tower. But the episode had left Elizabeth depressed and fearful. Anxious that any intimation of mortality would attract speculation on her successor she filled out her cheeks with fine cloths and wore make up down to her breast, ‘in some places near half an inch thick.’ There were some things, however, that she could not hide.
Elizabeth’s throat was so sore, and her state of mind so troubled, that she could barely speak during Harington’s audience. When she did, it was of Essex, at which she wept and struck her breast. ‘She held in her hand a golden cup, which she often put to her lips; but in soothe’ Harington told his wife, ‘ her heart seemed too full to lack [need] more filling.’ He saw the Queen again later that night and the following day, only to discover she was not eating and had grown forgetful: he believed she had months to live. No one dared to openly voice the seriousness of her condition, but he did find, ‘some less mindful of what they are soon to lose, than of what they may perchance hereafter get’.
A new monarch would need to acquire widespread support to secure their position against rivals. That meant an opening up of the royal purse: there would be gifts of land and office and title. Harington was too discreet to name names but he told his wife he had attended a dinner with the Archbishop and that many of Elizabeth own clerics appeared to be, ‘well anointed with the oil of gladness’. The spectacle of Elizabeth misery amidst this feasting saddened Harington, but he too was full of hopes for the future - not all of them selfish.
Harington was a Protestant, but like many at court he had Catholic friends and relations. He hated their persecution by Elizabeth’s government and was aware that although King James – the great-grandson of Henry VIII’s sister, Margaret - was a Protestant his mother, Mary Queen of Scots, was regarded as akin a Catholic martyr. Harington believed James could heal the bitter divisions in England and suggested that he introduce toleration of religion in a Tract arguing James’s right of succession.
As Harington predicted Elizabeth’s health deteriorated that winter and she died in March, the last of the Tudors. Cecil immediately proclaimed James King in London. The nation held its breath for several days. But there were no uprisings in favour of other candidates for the crown, only celebrations. James promised to be all things to all men: courtiers hoped for wealth denied them by the parsimonious Elizabeth, Puritans for reform of the English Church and many Catholics, thinking their sufferings were now over, showed themselves anxious to prove their loyalty.
On April 5th James began his journey from Edinburgh to London. He was to crowned at Westminster Abbey in July, along with his wife Anna. But the celebrations at the time of his accession were now well and truly over. London’s bells tolled for thousands dying from plague, and there were courtiers and priests in the Tower on charges of treason. The optimism of the early days had dissipated and Harington was amongst the disappointed – but he was back at court for the first Christmas celebrations of James’s reign. This time they were at Hampton Court, with its forest of turrets and gilded weathervanes.
The Earl of Essex, who had rebelled against Elizabeth, was now referred to as James’s ‘martyr’, and the Earls of Southampton and Rutland were free men. But their old enemy, Cecil, remained Secretary of State. He was busy promoting the King’s unpopular plan for union between his kingdoms. And everywhere, it seemed, there were Scots, enriched by English wealth and, rumour had it, seeking the confiscated lands of the courtiers found guilty of treason against the new King.
Amongst the condemned was Elizabeth’s Captain of the Guard, Sir Walter Ralegh. He had lost his post to a Scot, Sir Thomas Erskine, in May and was convicted of subsequently trying to overthrow James in favour of his English born cousin, Arbella Stuart. Harington’s Catholic cousin, Sir Griffin Markham, was another convicted traitor, condemned for a separate plot to force James to introduce toleration of religion.
Catholic hopes had shattered as James had journeyed south, ordering general pardons for prisoners, from which Papists were excluded, along with murderers. Markham’s co-conspirators had included two priests who had been amongst James’s most vociferous supporters before his accession. The priests were hung, drawn and quartered in early December. Markham life was spared, at the cost of exile and the promise to act as a spy on his co-religionists. Harington’s hopes of royal favour had come to centre on being granted his cousin’s attainted property. But although he now mourned the Queen he had lost, all around him her memory was treated with contempt.
Harington learnt, to his disgust, that Anna had ordered Elizabeth’s best costumes be taken from the Tower to be cut up and re-arranged as costumes for her forthcoming masque, The Vision of the Twelve Goddesses. Anna herself was to perform as Pallas Athene, in a dress cut to the knee. Some thirty plays were also planned. William’s Shakespeare’s company performed several, including A Midsummer’s Night Dream and Ben Jonson’ s Sejenus, His Fall. There was a new hedonism abroad. Even the court Ladies now played drunken games, and the young heir, Prince Henry found himself being thrown around like a tennis ball by dancing courtiers after his mother’s masque.
James was chiefly occupied with entertaining visiting ambassadors, but he found time to see Harington, who had had the sense to befriend his Scots favourites. After a formal audience in the Presence Chamber, Harington was escorted to a small room furnished with a table covered in James’s paper, ink and pens. James came in shortly afterwards.
At thirty-even, James was a man of restless energy, of good height and build, but with weak legs. He usually leaned on a courtier as he walked. James was in a jovial mood, and said that he had heard a great deal about Harington’s learning. He showed off his own, quoting, ‘Aristotle, and such like writers’ and asked Harington, ‘Whether a King should not be the best clerk in his own country; and if this land did not entertain good opinion of his learning and wisdom?’ Harington reassured James everyone in England admired him. But James had other concerns. Smoking was very fashionable and James told Harington that he believed tobacco, ‘ would, by its use, infuse ill qualities on the brain.. and (he) wished it forbidden’. He was already planning a treatise, ‘A Counter-Blast to Tobacco’ and may have been writing it at the table in the room in which they stood.
A further cause for alarm, in James’s eyes, was the slack attitude to witchcraft. James asked Harington, gravely, if he knew why it was that the devil so often worked in old women? Harington couldn’t resist ‘a scurvy jest’ and replied that ‘we were taught hereof in scripture where it is told, that the devil walketh in dry places’. James enjoyed the joke, but he was in deadly earnest about the danger from witches and saw to it that witchcraft was made a capital offence in England that spring.
The conversation now led to James’s favourite subject: religion. Toleration for Catholics was a dead letter and the topic of the moment was the Conference on the English Church, shortly to be held at Hampton Court palace. James intended to thrash out a middle ground between those wished to keep the Church as it was and the more radical reforms of Puritans, who had believed James sympathised with their cause. Harington intended to witness the Conference and James closed the audience praying that Harington do him justice in his reports.
Elizabeth’s godson, ‘..made courtesy here at, and withdrew down the passage, and out at the gate, amidst the many varlets and lordly servants who stood around’. Christmas was over and the new age had dawned, but there would be no more seasons at court in which James’s popularity would outshine that of the dead Queen.
Here is a non-exhaustive list of various flowers and their meanings from the Victorian era. Taken from A Victorian Flower Dictionary. Please use in all your fiction and art for symbolism purposes.
Abutilon - meditation
Acacia - secret love
Acanthus - artifice
Agapanthus - love letter
Agrimony - gratitude
Allium - prosperity
Almond blossom - indiscretion
Aloe - grief
Astroemeria - devotion
Alyseum - worth beyond beauty
Amaranth - immortality
Amaryllis - pride
Anemone - forsaken
Angelica - inspiration
Apple - temptation
Apple blossom - preference
Aster - patience
Azalea - fragile and ephemeral passion
Baby's breath - everlasting love
Bachelor's button - single blessedness
Basil - hate
Bay leaf - I change but in death
Begonia - caution
Bellflower - gratitude
Bells of Ireland - good luck
Birds of paradise - magnificence
Blackberry - envy
Black-eyed Susan - justice
Bluebell - constancy
Bougainvillea - passion
Bouvardia - enthusiasm
Broom - humility
Buttercup - ingratitude
Cabbage - profit
Cactus - ardent love
Calla lily - modesty
Camellia - my destiny is in your hands
Candytuft - indifference
Canterbury bells - constancy
Carnation, pink - I will never forget you
Carnation, red - my heart breaks
Carnation, white - sweet and lovely
Carnation, yellow - disdain
Carnation, striped - I cannot be with you
Celandine - joys to come
Chamomile - energy in adversity
Cherry blossom - impermanence
Cherry, winter - deception
Chervil - sincerity
Chestnut - do me justice
Chicory - frugality
Chrysanthemum - truth
Cinquefoil - beloved daughter
Clematis - poverty
Clove - I have loved you have you have not known it
Clover, white - think of me
Cockscomb - affectation
Columbine - desertion
Coneflower, purple - strength and health
Coreopsis - always cheerful
Coriander - hidden worth
Corn - riches
Cosmos - joy in love and life
Cowslip - pensiveness
Crab-apple blossom - ill-tempered
Cranberry - cure for heartache
Crocus - youthful gladness
Currant - thy frown will kill me
Cyclamen - timid hope
Cypress - mourning
Daffodil - new beginnings
Dahlia - dignity
Daisy - innocence
Dandelion - rustic oracle
Daphne - I would not have you otherwise
Day lily - coquetry
Delphinium - levity
Dianthus - make haste
Dittany - childbirth
Dogwood - love undiminished by adversity
Dragon plant - you are near a snare
Edelweiss - noble courage
Eglantine - I wound to heal
Elder - compassion
Eucalyptus - protection
Euphorbia - persistence
Evening primrose - inconstancy
Everlasting pea - lasting pleasure
Fennel - strength
Fern - sincerity
Fern, maidenhair - secrecy
Feverfew - warmth
Fig - argument
Flax - I feel your kindness
Forget-me-not - forget me not
Forsythia - anticipation
Foxglove - insincerity
Freesia - lasting friendship
Fuchsia - humble love
Gardenia - refinement
Gentian - intrinsic worth
Geranium, oak-leaf - true friendship
Geranium, pencil-leaf - ingenuity
Geranium, scarlet - stupidity
Geranium, wild - steadfast piety
Gerber daisy - cheerfulness
Ginger - strength
Gladiolus - you pierce my heart
Goldenrod - careful encouragement
Grapevine - abundance
Grass - submission
Hawthorn - hope
Hazel - reconciliation
Heath - solitude
Heather - protection
Helenium - tears
Heliotrope - devoted affection
Hibiscus - delicate beauty
Holly - foresight
Hollyhock - ambition
Honesty - honesty
Honeysuckle - devotion
Hyacinth, blue - constancy
Hyacinth, purple - please forgive me
Hyacinth, white - beauty
Hydrangea - dispassion
Ice plant - your looks freeze me
Impatiens - impatience
Iris - message
Ivy - fidelity
Jacob's ladder - come down
Jasmine, carolina - separation
Jasmine, indian - attachment
Jasmine, white - amiability
Jonquil - desire
Laburnum - pensive beauty
Lady's slipper - capricious beauty
Lantana - rigour
Larch - audacity
Larkspur - joy to know you, lightness
Laurel - glory and success
Lavender - mistrust
Lemon - zest
Lemon blossom - discretion
Lettuce - cold-heartedness
Liatris - I will try again
Lichen - dejection
Lilac - first emotions of love
Lily - majesty
Lily of the valley - return of happiness
Linden tree - conjugal love
Lisianthus - appreciation
Lobelia - malevolence
Lotus - purity
Love-in-a-mist - perplexity
Love-lies-bleeding - hopeless not helpless
Lungwort - you are my life
Lupin - imagination
Magnolia - dignity
Marigold - grief
Marjoram - blushes
Marsh marigold - desire for riches
Meadow saffron - my best days are past
Meadowsweet - uselessness
Mignonette - qualities surpass charms
Michaelmas daisy - farewell
Mimosa - sensitivity
Mistletoe - I surmount all obstacles
Mock orange - counterfeit
Monkshood - chivalry
Morning glory - coquetry
Moss - maternal love
Moss rose - confessions of love
Mullein - take courage
Mustard - I am hurt
Myrtle - love
Narcissus - self-love
Nasturtium - impetuous love
Nettle - cruelty
Oats - witching soul of music
Oleander - beware
Olive - peace
Orange - generosity
Orange blossom - your purity equals your loveliness
Orchid - refined beauty
Oregano - joy
Pansy - think of me
Parsley - festivity
Passionflower - faith
Peach - you charms are unequalled
Peach blossom - I am your captive
Pear - affection
Pear blossom - comfort
Peony - anger
Peppermint - warmth of feeling
Periwinkle - tender recollections
Persimmon - bury me amid nature's beauty
Petunia - your presence soothes me
Phlox - our souls are united
Pineapple - you are perfect
Pink - pure love
Plum - keep your promises
Poinsettia - be of good cheer
Polyanthus - confidence
Pomegranate - foolishness
Pomegranate blossom - mature elegance
Poplar, black - courage
Poplar, white - time
Poppy - fantastic extravagance
Potato - benevolence
Potato vine - you are delicious
Primrose - childhood
Protea - courage
Queen Anne's lace - fantast
Quince - temptation
Ranunculus - you are radiant with charms
Raspberry - remorse
Redbud - betrayal
Rhododendron - beware
Rhubarb - advice
Rose, burgundy - unconscious beauty
Rose, orange - fascination
Rose, pale peach - modesty
Rose, pink - grace
Rose, purple - enchantment
Rose, red - love
Rose, white - heart unacquainted with love
Rose, yellow - infidelity
Rosemary - remembrance
Saffron - beware of excess
Sage - good health and long life
Saxifrage - affection
Scabious - unfortunate love
Scarlet pimpernel - change
Snapdragon - presumption
Snowdrop - consolation, hope
Sorrel - parental affection
Spiraea - victory
Speedwell - fidelity
St. John's wort - superstition
Star of Bethleham - purity
Starwart - welcome
Stephanotis - happiness in marriage
Stock - you will always be beautiful to me
Stonecrop - tranquility
Strawberry - perfection
Sunflower - false riches
Sweet pea - delicate pleasures
Sweet William - gallantry
Tansy - I declare war against you
Thistle - misanthropy
Thrift - sympathy
Thyme - activity
Trachelium - neglected beauty
Trillium - modest beauty
Trumpet vine - fame
Tuberose - dangerous pleasures
Tulip - declaration of love
Turnip - charity
Verbena - pray for me
Vetch - I cling to thee
Violet - modest worth
Wallflower - fidelity in adversity
Water lily - purity of heart
Waxflower - susceptibility
Weeping willow - melancholy
Wheat - prosperity
Willowherb - pretension
Wisteria - welcome
Witch hazel - spell
Yarrow - cure for a broken heart
Zinnea - I mourn your absence
Today the Church remembers St. Hilda of Whitby, Abbess.
Ora pro nobis.
St. Hilda (c. AD 614–680) is a Christian saint and the founding abbess of the monastery at Whitby, which was chosen as the venue for the Synod of Whitby. An important figure in the Christianisation of Anglo-Saxon England, she was abbess at several monasteries and recognised for the wisdom that drew kings to her for advice.
The source of information about Hilda is the Ecclesiastical History of the English People by Bede in AD 731, who was born approximately eight years before her death. He documented much of the Christian conversion of the Anglo-Saxons.
According to Bede, Hilda was born in AD 614 into the Deiran royal household. She was the second daughter of Hereric, nephew of Edwin, King of Deira and his wife, Breguswīþ. When Hilda was still an infant, her father was poisoned while in exile at the court of the Brittonic king of Elmet in what is now West Yorkshire. In AD 616, Edwin killed Aethefrith, the son of Æthelric of Bernicia, in battle. He created the Kingdom of Northumbria and took its throne. Hilda was brought up at King Edwin's court.
In AD 625, the widowed Edwin married the Christian princess Æthelburh of Kent, daughter of King Æthelberht of Kent and the Merovingian princess Bertha of Kent. As part of the marriage contract, Aethelburh was allowed to continue her Roman Christian worship and was accompanied to Northumbria with her chaplain, Paulinus of York, a Roman monk sent to England in AD 601 to assist Augustine of Canterbury. Augustine's mission in England was based in Kent, and is referred to as the Gregorian mission after the pope who sent him. As queen, Æthelburh continued to practice her Christianity and no doubt influenced her husband's thinking as her mother Bertha had influenced her father.
In AD 627 King Edwin was baptised on Easter Day, 12 April, along with his entire court, which included the 13-year-old Hilda, in a small wooden church hastily constructed for the occasion near the site of the present York Minster.
In AD 633 Northumbria was overrun by the neighbouring pagan King of Mercia, at which time King Edwin fell in battle. Paulinus accompanied Hilda and Queen Æthelburh and her companions to the Queen's home in Kent. Queen Æthelburh founded a convent at Lyminge and it is assumed that Hilda remained with the Queen-Abbess.
Hilda's elder sister, Hereswith, married Ethelric, brother of King Anna of East Anglia, who with all of his daughters became renowned for their Christian virtues. Later, Hereswith became a nun at Chelles Abbey in Gaul (modern France). Bede resumes Hilda's story at a point when she was about to join her widowed sister at Chelles Abbey. At the age of 33, Hilda decided instead to answer the call of Bishop Aidan of Lindisfarne and returned to Northumbria to live as a nun.
Hilda's original convent is not known except that it was on the north bank of the River Wear. Here, with a few companions, she learned the traditions of Celtic monasticism, which Bishop Aidan brought from Iona. After a year Aidan appointed Hilda as the second Abbess of Hartlepool Abbey. No trace remains of this abbey, but its monastic cemetery has been found near the present St Hilda's Church, Hartlepool.
In AD 657 Hilda became the founding abbess of Whitby Abbey, then known as Streoneshalh; she remained there until her death. Archaeological evidence shows that her monastery was in the Celtic style, with its members living in small houses, each for two or three people. The tradition in double monasteries, such as Hartlepool and Whitby, was that men and women lived separately but worshipped together in church. The exact location and size of the church associated with this monastery is unknown.
Bede states that the original ideals of monasticism were maintained strictly in Hilda's abbey. All property and goods were held in common; Christian virtues were exercised, especially peace and charity. Everyone had to study the Bible and do good works.
Five men from this monastery later became bishops. Two, John of Beverley, Bishop of Hexham and Wilfrid, Bishop of York, were canonized for their service to the Christian church at a critical period in its fight against paganism.
Bede describes Hilda as a woman of great energy, who was a skilled administrator and teacher. As a landowner she had many in her employ to care for sheep and cattle, farming, and woodcutting. She gained such a reputation for wisdom that kings and princes sought her advice.[5] However, she also had a concern for ordinary folk such as Cædmon . He was a herder at the monastery, who was inspired in a dream to sing verses in praise of God. Hilda recognized his gift and encouraged him to develop it. Bede writes, "All who knew her called her mother because of her outstanding devotion and grace".
The prestige of Whitby is reflected in the fact that King Oswiu of Northumberland chose Hilda's monastery as the venue for the Synod of Whitby, the first synod of the Church in his kingdom. He invited churchmen from as far away as Wessex to attend the synod. Most of those present, including Hilda, accepted the King's decision to adopt the method of calculating Easter currently used in Rome, establishing Roman practice as the norm in Northumbria. The monks from Lindisfarne, who would not accept this, withdrew to Iona, and later to Ireland.
Hilda suffered from a fever for the last seven years of her life, but she continued to work until her death on 17 November 680 AD, at what was then the advanced age of sixty-six. In her last year she set up another monastery, fourteen miles from Whitby, at Hackness. She died after receiving viaticum, and her legend holds that at the moment of her death the bells of the monastery of Hackness tolled.
O God of peace, by whose grace the abbess Hilda was endowed with gifts of justice, prudence, and strength to rule as a wise mother over the nuns and monks of her household, and to become a trusted and reconciling friend to leaders of the Church: Give us the grace to recognize and accept the varied gifts you bestow on men and women, that our common life may be enriched and your gracious will be done; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.