June 21
July 17
1545: Pernette Du Guillet, poetesse magnifique mais malheureusement morte trop jeune, née à Lyon en 1518, ou 1520, et morte au jour d'hui; you can find her with poems on the Ancien Régime page of "Woman-Blindness"
1975: Apollo and Soyuz spacecraft docked in space.
July 15
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Inigo Jones, English architect, born today in 1573
Rembrandt van Rijn, Dutch painter, born today in 1606
Iris Murdoch, born today in 1919
December 25
Why does Charlemagne matter? Because of this paragraph, in History magazine:
"Charlemagne served as a source of inspiration for such leaders as Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821) and Adolf Hitler (1889-1945), who had visions of ruling a unified Europe".
And just as true of Macron and Merkel and Juncker and the other European wannabe Charlemagne today, and key to the counter-argument of the Brexiteers.
But that page only tells you about Christian Christmas; what William would have encountered when he came to England would have been fascinatingly different, and yet remarkably the same. Let me, but keeping it very brief, explain (with multiple links to TheBibleNet, for those who want to learn more).
In the ancient world there was a sky god, the allfather, whom the Greeks called Zeus, the Jews Yahweh, the Hindus Brahma, the Celts Dagda, the Scandinavians Woden or Odin, the Saxons Wotan...
And a mother goddess, in three roles, because there are three phases of the moon: the maiden, the mother-wife, and the old crone.
At midwinter the sun reached its solstice, meaning the rebirth of the year. In mythological terms, the sky god and the earth goddess touched; she was impregnated, and spring was born some months later. Their union signifies the turning of the year. The midwinter solstice falls on December 21, and was known by the Romans as Sol Invictus (see Dec 29 for a little more on this additional factor in out December 25th saga).
According to the Venerable Bede, writing three hundred years before William the Conqueror, Christmas Eve (Early Yule 20th) was called Modraniht, Mother's Night. The mother was normally depicted, in statuettes and figurines, carrying fruit or horns of bounteous harvest. She symbolised fertility in all its aspects - hearth and home, progeny, agriculture, husbandry...These mothers (usually nine) were known as the Wyrds, the Nornir, the Parcae, the Fates etc; they sustained the life force, deciding human fate as well as those of the gods and goddesses, and indeed the universe itself.
Nerthus was later replaced by two goddesses, Freya and Frigg. Freya is the one whom Christianity transformed into mother Xmas; she too was toured around the villages, in her case in a wagon pulled by cats. Later, instead of her, wise women symbolised her - until Christianity reduced the wise women to witches (you guessed that, didn't you, from the presence of the cats?). She wore a black lambskin hood lined with white cat-skin, a long cloak and cat-skin gloves and carried a tall staff, symbolising the World Tree that joined heaven to Earth, plus the spirit world. The staff was decorated with brass (cf Moses' Nechushtan), depicting her journey to the spirit world, topped with a brass knob, adorned all round with magical stones representing knowledge. The staff, which was an Asherah in Mesopotamia, a totem-pole amongst the pre-American tribes, became the Christmas tree; the magical stones were the fairy balls that we now put on the tree. The seer (now masculinised into Santa Claus, which is really Saint Nicholas) was greeted with a feast, and slept in the chief's house for the night; in the morning she made her new year predictions (whence our resolutions). The next evening she sat on a high stool as incantations were sung to summon the midwinter spirits (whence carols). Some seers travelled with a choir of up to thirty trained singers, who also danced (her elves). Then her visions for the coming year, uttered oracularly.
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Isaac Newton, English mathematician and scientist, born today in 1642
Quaid-i-Azam Mohammed Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan, born today in 1876
The Argaman Press
December 4
Nov 28 of this Book of Days found me wandering into St James' Square in Westminster, in search of Nancy Astor, the first woman to take a seat in Parliament; myself taking the opportunity to pay tribute to PC Yvonne Fletcher, who was murdered by a gunman in the besieged Libyan Embassy. In truth, there is much more of interest in the square than just these two, and today is the perfect day on which to speak of them.
Like all of London's squares (Savannah, Georgia borrowed the model), the centre is a shared garden, the statue in the centre of that centre being William of Orange (William III), who became king just after Henry Jermyn had finished establishing the "West End" of London, between his brand-new Regent Street and St James' Palace in Piccadilly, where royalty lived in those days - the Duke of Buckingham had the big house at the other end of the red road. Jermyn had been given the land as a gift by George IV, and built so well that, at one point of the 1720s, no less than seven Earls were living there, five minutes from the king in one direction, ten minutes brisk walk if you didn't want to take a carriage from Parliament in the other.
The Astor house, at Number 4, is in the north-east corner, and is now "The In & Out Club" (there is apparently a brothel in Las Vegas, Nevada, that has the same name), one of several military gentlemen's clubs in the vicinity - several, like most of the embassies, on the south side, or on St James' Street beyond, the south side being the back of Pall Mall, or Pell Mell, as it was, back then.
Everything else of significance is in the north-west corner, on the far side of Duke of York Street, with the plaque to Henry Jermyn on the first building. Next to it is Chatham House, then the home of Byron's brilliant daughter Ada Lovelace, with the London Library in the north-west corner; I have skipped a couple of unplaqued houses between these, and some modernisations on the east that seem to be trying, but fortunately are failing, to spoil the overall.
The first is Robert Walpole in the 1730s, who was given what was then Number 5 Downing Street by George II to be the official residence, but he never actually moved in, because the street that George Downing had put up was, well... Samuel Pepys is a good source on this. According to Pepys, Downing was "a perfidious rogue", who built as cheaply as any building contractor could get away with, and only got permission to build in the first place by trading official secrets he had learned as a diplomat overseas for the dropping of the arrest warrant that had greeted him when he came home. Walpole had been offered the house as a gift of gratitude by the king; his insistence that he accept it only as an official residence may have had less to do with morals than with damp and absent plumbing.
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Thomas Carlyle, Scottish historian, born today in 1795
René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke (“Rainer” was Lou Andreas-Salomé’s suggestion), born today in 1875; and no less than four entries in my "Private Collection", though only one specifically a poem, "Der Panther"; the other three are "A Pilgrimage to Beethoven", a comparison of Rilke with Ruskin in "Advice to the Writer and the Reader", and a piece addressed "To Lou Andreas-Salomé, on her birthday"
One of the great tragedies, one of the great stupidities, of modern political diplomacy, and ironically Gandhi warned that it would happen when the two-state solution was first proposed for Moslem-Hindu India. But it didn't happen there; it happened to the even more ludicrous two-state solution called Pakistan. And turned into catastrophe today, in 1971, when East Pakistan became the Republic of Bangladesh, and then all of Jahannam broke loose.
But tell that to those who still go on proposing two-state solutions elsewhere in the world.
1963: Malcolm X suspended by Black Muslim leader Elijah Muhammad.
1978: Pioneer Venus 1 (US) became the first craft to orbit Venus.
July 29
1805
Alexis de Tocqueville, French historian and advocate for some of the
worst stupidities ever adopted by the human race, born today in Paris. What were those stupidities, I mean idealisms:
Egalitarianism
Populism
Liberty
Individualism
Laissez-Faire
Gathered together under the umbrella known as Democracy, that battle of vested-interest groups for short-term power so
that they can place the executive inside the legislature
and determine its agenda, rather than keeping it separate, and as the
afterwards of the legislature, and then use that short-term power to serve the
best interests of their vested interest groups, even if that is damaging to the
nation as a whole ... surely it is time that we woke up to
its stupidity and replaced it with something more intelligent.
July 23
It was John Evelyn's grandson, also named John Evelyn, and his wife Mary Boscawen, who brought her up; Mary's brother Captain Edward Boscawen of HMS Dreadnought would become Fanny's husband in 1742, renting a London pad at 14 South Audley Street, and purchasing a rather grander mansion called Hatchland Park, near Guildford in Surrey; though not yet grand enough; when hubby was called back to naval duties - he eventually made it to Admiral and is remembered for his victories at the Siege of Louisburg in 1758 and the Battle of Lagos in 1759 - she brought in Robert Adam, first to set the house as a model of upper middle class chic, then to make a tomb for Edward when he was suddenly taken by typhoid fever in 1761.
Long was society o’er-run
By whist, that desolating Hun;
Long did quadrille despotic sit,
That Vandal of colloquial wit;
And conversation’s setting light
Lay half-obscured in Gothic night.
At length the mental shades decline,
Colloquial wit begins to shine;
Genius prevails, and conversation
Emerges into reformation.
The vanquish'd triple crown to you,
Boscawen sage, bright Montagu,
Divided, fell; - your cares in haste
Rescued the ravag'd realms of Taste
So we are talking about a group of society women who found whist boring and crochet tedious, preferring to engage their minds in literary and political discussions, though art, history, architecture and philosophy were not excluded on the grounds that they were principally male activities. The men, of course, had long been free to do this, while the women drank tea and discussed other people’s love affairs in another room. But these were not the sort of women to succumb to that sort of chauvinistic down-grading, and so they re-up-graded it. To day we would call it a “Meet-Up Group”; in the second half of the 18th century it was known by the name of the Salon in which they were separated from the men, and it didn’t take long for the mechitsah to be removed.
They met (notice that I have dumped the silky grey font in favour of the woolly blue; I shall explain why in a moment), starting in the the 1750s, in the London homes of three fashionable hostesses: Elizabeth Montagu, Elizabeth Vesey and Frances Boscawen. Guests included anyone who had something worthwhile to contribute, which meant, on the women’s side, such celebrated dames-de-cervaux as the scholar and classical translator Elizabeth Carter, the novelist Fanny Burney, the writer and dramatist Hannah More (a close personal friend of William Wilberforce so you can imagine the political agenda), and the artist Frances Reynolds; and on the men’s side the critic and writer Samuel Johnson, politician Horace Walpole (why didn’t he host them at Strawberry Hill?), philosopher Edmund Burke, and Frances Reynolds’ brother Sir Joshua. Inter alia (that’s Latin for entre autres).
And why Blue Stockings? Fashion at that time put men of the
gentry in grey silk stockings. But one afternoon, when the salon was being
hosted at Elizabeth Montagu's, the botanist Benjamin Stillingfleet was guest
speaker, but he arrived straight from the potting shed, where blue woollen
stockings, the denim jeans of his day, were expected of those not yet in senior
management. The ladies were delighted at the breaking of convention - it was,
after all, what their salons epitomised. Someone made a joke about it; someone
else reported the amusing incident to someone else afterwards; and soon enough
the name went viral, as a way of derogating pseudo-cultural and
psuedo-intellectual women who had failed to understand their proper place in
life.
The painting at the top of the page is Richard Samuel's 1779 masterpiece “The Nine Living Muses”; only one of these was also a
hostess, but all nine were clearly the sort to get 9 A* GCSEs today, and then take 5
A-levels: left-to-right Elizabeth Carter, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Angelika Kauffman, Elizabeth
Linley (Sheridan), Catharine Macaulay, Elizabeth Montagu, Elizabeth Griffith,
Hannah More, and Charlotte Lennox.
Nor did they restrict themselves to the idle chatter of
cultural and intellectual elitist snobbery; almost every one of them also
wrote, editing women’s journals, publishing advice books, poetry, literary and
historical criticism, and even that earn-quick of the materialist classes, novels. And yes, intellectual women at that time may have come from narrow social circles, but by
definition they do not have narrow minds, and it took little time before
discussion of Greek drama or Italian poetry metamorphosed into discussion of
the inferno that was the social environment of far too many of their fellow men
and women. By the 1770s what started in London had found venues throughout the
land, and by the 1780s the bluestockings were proselytising for the development
of both charitable and educational institutions.
I shall write about all of the named Blue-Stockings... eventually... though you can find Fanny Burney already live on June 13, and Elizabeth Montagu on Oct 2
The third of the hostesses - and some would make the claim that she not Fanny Boscawen was the one who started it, was Elizabeth Vezey. Irish by birth, dad a bishop, first husband William Handcock MP, divorced; 2nd husband her cousin Agmondesham Vesey (or possibly Vessey in both cases), likewise an MP and later accountant-general of Ireland, so she moved between the two worlds constantly. Known known to her friends as the 'Sylph', because of her girlish figure, flirtatious wit and elusive spirit; she was the dedicatee of Hannah More's "Bas Bleu" poem
Frances Reynolds first, born June 6 1729, 6 years younger than painter-brother Joshua, and herself a painter - she specialised in miniatures, genre pieces, portraits, and history paintings. She also wrote, leaving behind a treatise on aesthetics, numerous essays, a substantial diary, and a memoir of Samuel Johnson which only found its way into print some years after her death, in November 1807. She was also a poet, though only one is known to have been published. At least six portraits of her can be seen at the National Portrait Gallery website (here), four of them by Samuel William Reynolds who, despite having the same name, and basing his style on that of Joshua, was not in fact a relative. A number of her paintings, including a splendid one of Hannah More that now hangs in the Bristol museum, can be found here.
Elizabeth (Eliza) Carter (born December 16 1717; died February 19 1806): poetry and prose, contemporary and classical; translations from multiple languages (she knew Latin, Greek and Hebrew about equally, and studied French, German, Portuguese and Arabic as well); easier just to describe her as a polymath. Mostly she is remembered for her rather lively poetry, published in two books: “Poems upon Particular Occasions” in 1738, and “Poems on Several Occasions” in 1762; and for her much more stoical translation of the 2nd-century "Discourses of Epictetus", published in 1758. Well women have to do something to fill up the empty time between art meet-up groups and musical recitals.
Read her translation of Epictetus here; or a minorly emended version here; or Higginson’s version “based on” her translation here; or Percy Ewing Matheson’s 1916 translation here; but all admitted that hers was still the closest to definitive).
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And just to prove (see the "Dialogue" poem) that she had a mind that travelled, her translation of an Italian explanation of Isaac Newton's theory of light and colours here.
Next, Catharine Sawbridge, later Graham,
but she is remembered by her first married-name, as Macaulay,
and as the author of one of the finest works of English history... but wait a
moment, wasn't that Thomas Macaulay?
Well, yes, he wrote one too, Thomas Babington Macaulay
in full; he published his in 1848 (click here to read it), a full eighty years after her "History of
England from the Accession of James I to That of the Brunswick Line" came out, in eight volumes between 1763 and 1783 - was his title a steal from hers, or simply a homage to her?
Probably both. And yes, he was a descendant of the same family.
“Of all the various models of republics, which have been exhibited for the instruction of mankind, it is only the democratical system, rightly balanced, which can secure the virtue, liberty, and happiness of society”
No surprise then that she was a supporter of both the American and French revolutions, and wrote a vitriolic response to fellow salonista Edmund Burke when he attacked the latter: you can read her “Observations on the Reflections of the Right Hon. Edmund Burke, on the Revolution in France, in a Letter to the Right Hon. the Earl of Stanhope (London: C. Dilly, 1790)” here.
Alas I am unable to find a free online copy of her "History" - but you can buy the complete 8-volumes here for a mere US$2,396.80 (plus US$4.11 for shipping to the UK)
1892: Lij Tafari Makonnen, the future Haile Selassie, Emperor of Ethiopia and Messiah of Ras Tafari, born today.










