Archive for March, 2006

Half a League

Friday, March 31st, 2006

Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

After watching the (historically incorrect) movie starring Errol Flynn about the charge of the light brigade, one of my little brothers constructed his headgear out of a ski cap and rope stuffed under it in an attempt to imitate that of those English officers in Crimea. I should have chastised him with, “Joseph! Those are English soldiers, why do you want to be like them?“.

The Charge of The Light Brigade
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

1.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
“Charge for the guns!” he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

2.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

4.
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

5.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

Coram Deo! Graciebird

Wiser Than You

Wednesday, March 29th, 2006

This is the conversation that I woke up to this morning. It is still being continued by those two little brothers. Interesting theology. It’s always fun to listen in when they talk about theology.

“I am wiser than You! 20 divided by 4 is, is…”

“No you aren’t! Being wiser, means being wiser in God. You aren’t wiser than me.”

“Look, I am older and that means wiser than you. 20 divided by 4 is…”

“5!”

“20 divided by 4 is… 5!”

Coram Deo~ Gracie

Huguenot and Catholic

Tuesday, March 28th, 2006

I am pursuing reading Queen Margot written by one of my favorite authors, Alexandre Dumas.

I remember filling every spare moment I could reading his book The Count Of Monte Cristo a couple of years ago. I am glad my Mom taught me not to be intimidated by the sheer size of books, or else I would not have bothered to pick it up. The story fascinated me though. Alexander Dumas is a master at creating complex but coherent stories that touch the imagination with every paragraph.

Back to Queen Margot. My ancestors were the founders of the town of Nevers, France. I sometimes wonder if they boldy proclaimed the Huguenot faith, or hid behind the Catholic faith to avoid persecution.

I don’t know much about the St. Bartholomew Day Massacre of August 24, 1572, but Queen Margot is acclaimed to be historically accurate. I also remember listening to my Mom read St. Bartholomew Eve by G.A. Henty aloud.

Does anyone have any recommendations for finding more information on this subject?

Coram Deo! Grace

Dumb

Tuesday, March 28th, 2006

Volley’d and thunder’d and poured buckets of rain, reminding me of how much Augustine’s mother wept on his behalf. I have great respect for that woman, but I believe so many tears might annoy even me.

Do not be angry with me. The writing on this blog is dribble at the moment, but I am seeking to correct that. It is a slip that anyone can make. There is a delicate balance in blogging that is hard to keep, as anyone who has been blogging for a while can aver.

I’m rusty at the moment, but if I just post frequently I will get back on track.

Coram Deo! Graciebird

Anniversary

Saturday, March 25th, 2006

I forgot to mention the other day, March 23, the anniversary of Patrick Henry’s speech in Richmond, Virignia, that it was the anniversary of a providential encounter.

This has lead me to think of how fragile human life really is. I mean physically too. There are so many simple ways a man can die, they seem too simple when we hear about them. God really did create us to be weak human beings, the reality is that we are only strong when we are in Christ.

Coram Deo! Gracie

Hard Earned

Thursday, March 23rd, 2006

Funny, but when one wants something one tends to have more motivation in making money.

Though, sometimes, it doesn’t seem that one earned enough for the effort, or sometimes it seems ridiculously easy to earn what one wanted.

In this case I am wanting a pair of wedges. Of course, I’ll opt for the pair that isn’t over a hundred dollars. Twenty, is more like it.

Cute styles though…

Coram Deo! Graciebird

Ribbon-O

Tuesday, March 21st, 2006

I go to Costco, O
Therwithin I find a rack of ribbon.
Choose carefully,
Color conscious of my beautiful bonnet
Made with lilac silk.

White brings out the bride in me *hmmm*,
That green is perhaps too bright?

ALAS! Poor choice of green leads to near disaster!
Diverted.
I realize that this green will not work.
Then in a near swoon I discover that ribbon three inches wide
So beaming white turns out to have of all things, rubber!
An imprint to see and touch.

Did they have rubber in the 1850’s?

*They did…* On bonnets? *They didn’t…

Coram Deo! Grace

A Roof Over My Head

Monday, March 20th, 2006

I greatly enjoyed this poem by Robert Herrick that Mom just posted. I am myself tempted to underlook the values of my house and home, especially when I am grumpy, instead of counting all the things that I have. My riches are much greater than I often think them to be.

A Thanksgiving to God for His House

Lord, thou has given me a cell
Wherein to dwell.
And little house, whose humble roof
Is weatherproof.
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry.
Where thou my chamber for to ward
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts to watch and keep
Me while I sleep.
Low is my porch as is my fate,
Both void of state;
And yet the threshold of my door
Is worn by the poor,
Who thither come and freely get
Good words, or meat.
Like as my parlour, so my hall
And kitchen’s small:
A little buttery, and therein
A little bin,
Which keeps my little loaf of bread
Unchipped, unflayed.
Some little sticks of thorn or briar
Make me a fire,
Close by whose living coal I sit,
And glow like it.
Lord, I confess, too, when I dine
The pulse is thine,
And all those other bits that be
There placed by thee:
The worts, the purslane, and the mess
Of water-cress,
Which of thy kindness thou hast sent;
And my content
Makes those, and my beloved beet,
To be more sweet.
‘Tis thou that crownest my glittering hearth
With guiltless mirth,
And givest me wassail bowls to drink,
Spiced to the brink.
Lord, ’tis thy plenty-dropping hand
That soils my land,
And givest me, for my bushel sown,
Twice ten for one;
Thou makest my teeming hen to lay
Her egg each day,
Besides my healthful ewes to bear
Me twins each year;
The while the conduits of my kine
Run cream for wine.
All these and better thou dost send
Me, to this end:
That I should render, for my part,
A thankful heart,
Which, fired with incense, I resign
As wholly thine;
But the acceptance—that must be,
My Christ, by thee.

Coram Deo! Grace

Blogathon Begins

Monday, March 20th, 2006

The great day has started and I’m afraid that I am in it.

Please go on over to my Mother’s site and continue reading as she embarks on a “blogathon”, a fundraising event (for Persecution Project) which will last for 24 hours, in which she has to post every half hour.

I’ve been with her for her other two blogathons so I know that she will make it! She’s tough, but don’t forget to check regularly and even donate. All donations will go to help Persecution Project and those who are suffering in Africa.

Coram Deo! Gracie

Soprano

Sunday, March 19th, 2006

I joined a choir *grin* as a soprano, which I most definitely am. The only problem is, the other girl who is singing soprano right next to me (namely Brooke) is a hoot, she cracks me up. I cannot sing after laughing.

My accomplished sister, “Jo”, and my wonderful piano teacher are both playing the piano for it.

I don’t really have anything profound to say, so…

Coram Deo! Gracie