A narration on Henry the eighth

This is JennyanyDots posting on Pipsqueaks thing:)

Pipsqueak will be posting on Mary Tudor and Good Queen Bess so I will
post on Henry the eighth and the things he did.
The book we are reading for history is Winston Churchill’s THE NEW WORLD.

As a young man he was very handsome, he had auburn hair, he was tall, he had a pretty face and long neck. Henry liked to hunt, sing, and do archery, he spoke several languages and played tennis “uncomenly well”.

People who knew Henry very well knew he had terrible rages, but people who had just met him would never have believed he could. He was jovial, happy and very friendly, but in the later years as he matured he become more willful and wanted his way more often.

Henry took care of the papers, and all that a king has to take of, practically by himself. He rarely spoke his mind to any one, people said he was two persons in one,
he could be very patient and considerate, and then, he could turn into a cold, secretive, and unfriendly man. When he got an idea he could hardly be changed and the more people tried to make him do something else the more he stuck to it.
Henry once said that he would never be ruled by anyone else then himself.

When Henry was made king he was married to Catherine of Aragon. They were married for at least 22 years and had 5 babies but, sadly, they all died.

Henry was gradually getting worse, he was becoming unsatisfied with his wife, Catherine of Aragon, he wanted a divorce. Some people , like Sir Thomas More, would not agree to the divorce, so they were beheaded.
Henry divorced Catherine and married Anne Boleyn.

He loved Anne, but, she never had a son, he had her executed.
He married Jane Seymour. Henry loved her very much but she died when she had her first child. He married again, and executed again. He was married 6 times to different ladies.
His last wife was Catherine Parr. She was best wife for him in his later years.
She helped to comfort him when his leg bothered him and helped to bring the royal family back together.

Henry did some nasty things but he also did some good, he gave the Bible to the English people, he kept England away from religious wars for a long time, he helped to establish sea-power , and he kept order in a wild Europe, but, I have not forgiven him for executing Sir Thomas More.

Well, that is all I have to say about Henry the VIII, I hope it was interesting.

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A history narration

So, for history today we were supposed to write a narration of the last chapter and a half that we read. And so I am posting mine on the blog.

Mary Tudor, daughter of Catherine of Aragon became queen. She was catholic, and joined England with Rome once more. IN matters other than religion she was said to be merciful, and accepted those who came meekly to her.
Princess Elizabeth avoided communication with people under suspicion and ordered mass to be said in her house.
The Commons wanted Mary to marry Edward Courtenay, Earl of Devons, and an Englishman. Mary, however, decided to wed the emperor’s son, the future Philip II of Spain.
Thomas Wyatt formed a plot to stop her by violence, and Courteny gathered a conspiracy.
There was a rebellion, and though Mary was disappointed that she had not got the hearts of the people, she showed she was not afraid. She made a speech and there was division in the rebels. Some wanted to just to force terms on her, others wanted to dispose of her. Fighting broke out between them, and the Queen’s men came and killed them.
The Spaniards wanted Mary to kill Elizabeth, and Elizabeth was ready to ask for them to use a sword like her mother. However, she told Mary she was innocent, and had never had contact with anyone under suspicion. Mary believed her and did not have her killed.
Mary married Philip, and he dragged her into a war with France, and they lost Calais.
Philip went back to Spain, and Mary died November of 1558.
Elizabeth was made queen on November 17th. She was 25 years of age.
Elizabeth had been raised a Protestant, and she gathered Protestant men for her advisors. William Cecil was the greatest among them. England became a Protestant country.
Elizabeth became queen at a time when connections with France, Spain, and Scotland were not very good.

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Morning Hymn

Jesus, Thou Joy of Loving Hearts
by Bernard Clairvaux, 1150; translated by Ray Palmer, 1858
Tune: Maryton, or the same tune as Oh Master, Let Me Walk With Thee

Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts,
Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men,
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to Thee again.

Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee Thou art good,
To them that find Thee all in all.

We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still;
We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.

Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,
Wherever our changeful lot is cast;
Glad when Thy gracious smile we see,
Blessed when our faith can hold Thee fast.

O Jesus, ever with us stay,
Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away,
Shed over the world Thy holy light.

To hear the tunes see these pages (you’ll have to scroll down to find the right midi file link):

Service Music, UK Site

Revival Hymns and Choruses
(it’s number 52)

For a really slow, long drawn out, meditative version, see here.

For a brief biographical sketch of the author of the lyrics, see Cyberhymnal.

For an overview of the Author of all life, see the gospels. The shortest of these is the book of Mark.

The GAteway Bible project gave me a link to this study of Mark that includes photographs and commentary.

Please note that we cannot vouch for the thelogical soundness of any content outside of scripture itself.

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To be or not to be… art?

Yes, today I am here to talk about the Importance of Being Earnest Art. Not “Art” as in short-for-Arthur, but art as in painting-a-picture art.
Apparently, what is now considered art is what is drawn by 4 year olds. Or at least, the viewers, and even artists themselves cannot tell the difference between “art” (a.k.a. the stuff in the museums), and what a four year olds have been drawing for fun.
Go here to see what I am rambling on about. And you should click on the related link: “Is it Art or Not?”
It makes one think, it really does (well, about more things than the money you could get selling what your four year old draws). The reason it is in the museums is because the people “in charge” see life in it… I wonder whether they have ever looked at a painting by a child? Hmmmm.
I think, though, that what a young child paints or draws is so much more beautiful than what is in the museums. A child tries so hard to get a perfect piece of art… you can see the work and effort they put into it, and how pleased they are with the results. Sure, it may not be Da Vinci, but it’s their masterpiece, their work of art.

And now I have to leave thee. Sorry for all the mistakes that I am sure I made. I’m really tired. (I almost spelled tries trys.)


[The Deputy Headmistress adds: by ‘art in museums’ The Pipsqueak means modern, abstract art. This will be obvious to those who click on the links, which we highly suggest you do. Great fun]

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Kilkenny Cat’s Victim: Her Story

I’m typing without pain. We shall call it “minimal discomfort.” No, but really, I’m doing much better.

So yes. The Headmistress has told most of you that I had both my hands bitten and scratched by a feral cat at work. We have christened the cat Edwina Scissorhands, as that is what my boss was reminded of when she saw my hands a few moments after the fight.

(I was still finding my blood all over the shelter when I went back to work two or three days later.) It was my fault for being stupid. As recompense for my sins, I have to wear gloves all the time at work for a few weeks to prevent infection, I am on antibiotics, I’m supposed to treat my hands with betadine and hydrogen peroxide three times a day, Epsom salts twice a day, and a saline solution three times daily.

I’ve also been sentenced to the series of rabies vaccines, which FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME is not the same shot you get when you know you’ve been exposed by a rabid animal. It is a different immunization that is preventative.

The board was considering making me get it even before Edwina Scissorhands. I actually had to be taken to the ER by a board member, and I’m relatively certain I
will have no more say in the matter. So I’m just Doing It. =P

Oh yes, the ER. I was taken immediately the hospital in town. If you ever find yourself in this particular facility, the surest solution is to shoot yourself and
save the doctors their trouble. I’m sitting on my gurney eating an Arby’s sandwich as best I can with hands that look they’ve been through a shredder, my mom is eating her sandwich a few feet away, and she glances at the floor and inquires casually “So, um, is that your blood on the floor?” “I wasn’t ever in that
end of the room. It isn’t my blood.” O_o

EEEW!

Clearly, the standard of care is not the best at our local clinic. Later, therefore, I went to our regular doctor half an hour away and had them look. The finger that was bitten the most is infected, hence the Treatment Plan given above. I got my tetanus shot yesterday and my first of the three rabies shots today. Very soon, I shall resemble a pincushion. It is the tetanus shot, in the thigh, that is causing me
most discomfort at the moment. There is, of course, also the matter of my new corrective retainer to be considered. It’s like having braces all over again.

You should be aware that by 9:30 am I & my mom had dropped my sister off at her college, been to a Pharmacy in an unsuccessful attempt to get my saline, been to my
orthodontist appointment, and were on our way to a bookstore? I got up at 5:30 am. On my day off. *collapses*

I feel as if I did nothing over a 48 hour period except sit in waiting rooms in hospitals or pharmacies. I now have an account with three pharmacies. I have a Workmen’s Comp papertrail a mile long to keep track of.

I am exhausted. There are many other things I’d planned to say, but they will remain unsaid.

[Deputy Headmistress notes: this is from a few days ago. Equuschick is doing great; her hands are healing well, and Edwina Scissorspaws shows no sign of rabies.]

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