Mistress Julianna, I did hear tell that our brave sailors had reached the New World where you are. It is the upside down colonials we haven't discovered yet. We even have potatoes from your part of the world. They aren't much use to us of course as one can't afford them. We do think they are a fruit, so the wealthy eat them when the skins are green, which may explain why there's not much demand! Mrs Pepys (Elizabeth to her friends) is being very persistent. I think she is on the look out for handsome prison guards or dragon slayers. I have lent her my third best bum roll to help her snare a man for the festivities - Mr P having remained in London, provisioning the ships for the navy (as he does), entertaining young ladies and keeping an eye out for Great Fires. Mrs P suggests Mr Markham's recipe for perfuming gloves. 'Take the oil of sweet almonds, oil of nutmeg, oil of benjamin, of each a dram. Of ambergris (that's sperm whale vomit in case you were in any doubt but maybe Wrym vomit would work) one grain, fat musk 2 grains, mix them together and grind them upon a painter's stone, anoint the gloves therewith. Before you anoint them let them be dampishly moistened with damask rose-water.' Members of Cornwall Family History Society can glimpse Master Christopher in all his gory - sorry that should be glory, in the December issue of the journal. There do be pictures of him on the internet (all witchcraft to me) but I suggest you Google under my good self (I generously allow Janet in Darkest Devon to share my website), rather than 'Master Christopher', which do turn up some rather strange results! Pictures of Master Christopher do come with a government health warning though. I am sure St. George and the prison guards would be more pleasing to the eye. Was wondering about Wyrm pottage for tea........ Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: Julia Mosman Sent: Friday, December 21, 2012 8:27 AM To: cornish@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! -Thank 'ee, Mistress Jan. We needed a bit o' sun and warmth! Yes, 'tis true. Flooding is FORECAST - but then, how often are the forecasts right? Hereabouts, that's less than 50%, since the forecasters base these learned pronouncements on the size and closeness of beaver houses, the furriness of caterpillars, and other modern, advanced methods - and the forecasts are based on such activity months in advance. While the girls do have rather extra-luxuriant coats this year, they're only medium sized, and can warm only one person at a time. (For a typical two-dog night.) So let's opt for Mistress Jan's gift; it might aid Joan in her gauzy chiffon dress, whilst waiting to be rescued. In the meantime, the pilot of our balloon has dropped his emergency boats to those below, and my ginger cookies as well. So if our powder stays dry, and the creeks don't rise, we'll be in fine fettle. Except for those poor unfortunates in the 2nd level of the dungeon of the Gaol. Let's hope Joan tisn't held there!! Do you think she might have been able to leave a crumb trail for us to follow?? Ah Mistress Agnes - how delightful that Master Christopher has a bit of glory reflected his way. Congratulations!! Is there a way one could catch a glimpse of this cheery cover? Are you not from the 17th century? My folk were first recorded in the new colony of Massachusetts in 1634, so we be as modern as thee! However, I did wonder how a boom-box, with fabulous Cds of the Cornish Miner's Choir singing, could work when electric fluid has not been harnessed - but then, how do we know what a boom-box might be? Because we're actually at a 'convergence point' of ley lines, and the ancient Longstones one finds in Cornwall have long been known to foster time/space anomalies. Rather marvelous, isn't it?? Where shall we meet to plan our approach to the Governor of the Gaol? we have to have our bribes - er, our gifts - in a row, and we want to put our best-feet forward. Did you bring any parafin with arsenic in it, to paint our faces? (We outlanders don't use such, but have heard tell of it. Do you have the receipt?) My toes are tapping in anticipation of the music, glorious decorations, and scrumptious food awaiting all of us! Should be THE party of the season, don't you know. We have such a wide variety of persons, of all ranks and stations, attending, that it should be absolutely fabulous. A little scandal, a little laughter, and a little merriment - just the things for a marvelous celebration! Cheers, Julianna and the Girls ---------------------------------------- > From: jandavis3@cox.net > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:07:18 -0800 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! > > Because this IS a virtual party, let's change the weather for the duration > of the party to sunny and warm. ZAP!!! I send you a typical San Diego > day!!! > Jan > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk> > To: <cornish@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 10:00 PM > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! > > > > > > It seems that many of our party goers are from the colonies. This is > > strange > > as, in my time, we haven't discovered half of you yet. Thought I'd > > better > > warn you all of the flood warnings for Cornwall over the next few days. > > Forget diamonds and feather boas - we need souwesters and umbrellas - > > awkward - they haven't been invented in my time either. > > Not only am I having trouble with Janet in Darkest Devon getting above > > herself but now I've got Master Christopher thinking he is a hit because > > his > > picture features in the latest Cornwall Family History Society Journal. > > Master Christopher is a barber surgeon. There he is, quietly (well the > > patient wasn't quiet) administering a clyster (Google it party goers but > > not > > after a big meal) and someone starts painting his portrait! > > Is anyone chronicling our party this year? My good friend Mrs Pepys may > > volunteer her husband to keep the party diary though I hear he is busy > > with > > young ladies of his acquaintance. Poor Mrs P does her best to keep Mr > > P's > > attention - bathes her face regularly in the best moisturiser (puppies > > urine) but he doesn't kiss her on the cheek often. She was of course > > born > > in > > Darkest Devon - perhaps I'll cheer her up by bringing her along. > > This pike is getting a tad tricky I am busy trying to rescue everyone > > but > > carrying a pillory, a set of stocks, a mease of Clovelly herring, > > lobster, > > crab and (whisper) mince pies is rather cumbersome even though I am > > carrying > > it virtually. I have my wicker pannier to my back but it doesn't really > > fit > > over the armour. The helmet I shall hang on to, just in case I can't > > find > > a > > privy when I need one. > > I hope the Wyrm and dragon don't mistake me for King George in all this > > armour and get defensive. > > Mistress Agnes > > > > > > -----Original Message----- > > From: Julia Mosman > > Sent: Friday, December 21, 2012 5:16 AM > > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! > > > > > > Oh Dear! I've konked the Pilot over the head for insulting my delectable > > cookies, so don't have a big, burly man at hand just now!! However, > > we're > > zipping along rather quickly, and should be over your location quite > > soon. > > Perhaps with the help of a few friends, and a slightly dazed pilot, we > > might > > save you from your dire fate!! > > > > In the meantime, the marvelous red parrots can fly in your sustenance; > > the > > Wyrm has been coaxed to char you a bit of seafood, a la carte, and I've > > dropped more ginger cookies. Watch out for them, they're potent. > > > > On which level might you be incarcerated? Level one (morbid, morose, & > > chilly) or two (dankest, darkest, and despairing) of the dungeons, or > > are > > you being held in the "upstairs" cells, reserved for those not yet > > convicted > > for the crimes of which they're accused? The ones which allow a tiny > > sliver > > of hope to creep into your ravished heart. From the tapping, it sounds > > like > > the former - unless you're next to the kitchens, and are hearing the > > "tapping" of the butchers. Did you see a bit of demolished trifle along > > the > > way, as you were dragged into the cell? > > > > Didn't we get a PERMIT to hold this grand and glorious gala at the Gaol? > > YIKES! Tis but a minor matter, however. Once the Governor learns that > > his > > wife and he are attending - have heard she went to Truro to purchase a > > new > > striped silk gown from the very best dressmaker, so they're Definitely > > coming (she wouldn't miss her chance to show off that dress!!) - I'm > > sure > > he'll realize that an unfortunate gaff was made. No offense, and none > > taken, > > et cetera, et cetera. > > > > Perhaps Mistress Agnes and I should pay a call on our dear Governor, and > > present the case to him, along with a case of Woolly cider. I'm sure > > he'll > > soon see it our way, given our powers of persuasion.(And she can konk > > him > > over the head, should they fail!) (a man should never make a pass, at a > > lass > > with a pike....) > > > > As a last resort, I've gotten in touch with Mr. SHILSON - he of the > > silver-tongued tribe of lawyers - and he's assured me he will look into > > your > > case. The next Assizes aren't for 3 months, so there's plenty of time > > for > > him to develop your defence! In that case, I'm sure another set of gay > > curtains will spruce up the place. Perhaps a pillow or two?? > > > > So don't despair, help is on the way! Tempis is futgiting... or however > > that's spelled.... > > > > Julianna, and the Girls > > > > ---------------------------------------- > >> Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:20:13 -0500 > >> From: epistles@q.com > >> To: cornish@rootsweb.com > >> Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > >> > >> Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my > >> fortune > >> by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. > >> Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was > >> wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer > >> seized > >> me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a > >> dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock > >> and > >> hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had > >> come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with > >> breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when > >> you > >> arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been > >> tapping > >> back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, > >> help, > >> help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be > >> sniffed at ... > >> > >> Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado! > >> > >> > >> ------------------------------- > >> Subscribe to digest by sending an email to > >> CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > >> with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, > >> MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > >> > >> Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to > >> CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > >> ------------------------------- > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > >> CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ------------------------------- > > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to > > CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. 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Mistress Agnes, The Wyrm is very nervous around plate armour so be kind to him - and the green dragon always remembers that the best knights served Pendragon and so is polite to them until the need arises. They are also well briefed on accpetable behaviour towards maidens ie don't devour them! They might however put a torch to any obstreperous prison guards! Anyhow we will be arriving shortly! Catherine -----Original Message----- From: janet <janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk> To: cornish <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Fri, 21 Dec 2012 6:00 Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! It seems that many of our party goers are from the colonies. This is strange as, in my time, we haven't discovered half of you yet. Thought I'd better warn you all of the flood warnings for Cornwall over the next few days. Forget diamonds and feather boas - we need souwesters and umbrellas - awkward - they haven't been invented in my time either. Not only am I having trouble with Janet in Darkest Devon getting above herself but now I've got Master Christopher thinking he is a hit because his picture features in the latest Cornwall Family History Society Journal. Master Christopher is a barber surgeon. There he is, quietly (well the patient wasn't quiet) administering a clyster (Google it party goers but not after a big meal) and someone starts painting his portrait! Is anyone chronicling our party this year? My good friend Mrs Pepys may volunteer her husband to keep the party diary though I hear he is busy with young ladies of his acquaintance. Poor Mrs P does her best to keep Mr P's attention - bathes her face regularly in the best moisturiser (puppies urine) but he doesn't kiss her on the cheek often. She was of course born in Darkest Devon - perhaps I'll cheer her up by bringing her along. This pike is getting a tad tricky I am busy trying to rescue everyone but carrying a pillory, a set of stocks, a mease of Clovelly herring, lobster, crab and (whisper) mince pies is rather cumbersome even though I am carrying it virtually. I have my wicker pannier to my back but it doesn't really fit over the armour. The helmet I shall hang on to, just in case I can't find a privy when I need one. I hope the Wyrm and dragon don't mistake me for King George in all this armour and get defensive. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: Julia Mosman Sent: Friday, December 21, 2012 5:16 AM To: cornish@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! Oh Dear! I've konked the Pilot over the head for insulting my delectable cookies, so don't have a big, burly man at hand just now!! However, we're zipping along rather quickly, and should be over your location quite soon. Perhaps with the help of a few friends, and a slightly dazed pilot, we might save you from your dire fate!! In the meantime, the marvelous red parrots can fly in your sustenance; the Wyrm has been coaxed to char you a bit of seafood, a la carte, and I've dropped more ginger cookies. Watch out for them, they're potent. On which level might you be incarcerated? Level one (morbid, morose, & chilly) or two (dankest, darkest, and despairing) of the dungeons, or are you being held in the "upstairs" cells, reserved for those not yet convicted for the crimes of which they're accused? The ones which allow a tiny sliver of hope to creep into your ravished heart. From the tapping, it sounds like the former - unless you're next to the kitchens, and are hearing the "tapping" of the butchers. Did you see a bit of demolished trifle along the way, as you were dragged into the cell? Didn't we get a PERMIT to hold this grand and glorious gala at the Gaol? YIKES! Tis but a minor matter, however. Once the Governor learns that his wife and he are attending - have heard she went to Truro to purchase a new striped silk gown from the very best dressmaker, so they're Definitely coming (she wouldn't miss her chance to show off that dress!!) - I'm sure he'll realize that an unfortunate gaff was made. No offense, and none taken, et cetera, et cetera. Perhaps Mistress Agnes and I should pay a call on our dear Governor, and present the case to him, along with a case of Woolly cider. I'm sure he'll soon see it our way, given our powers of persuasion.(And she can konk him over the head, should they fail!) (a man should never make a pass, at a lass with a pike....) As a last resort, I've gotten in touch with Mr. SHILSON - he of the silver-tongued tribe of lawyers - and he's assured me he will look into your case. The next Assizes aren't for 3 months, so there's plenty of time for him to develop your defence! In that case, I'm sure another set of gay curtains will spruce up the place. Perhaps a pillow or two?? So don't despair, help is on the way! Tempis is futgiting... or however that's spelled.... Julianna, and the Girls ---------------------------------------- > Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:20:13 -0500 > From: epistles@q.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my fortune > by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. > Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was > wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer seized > me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a > dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock and > hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had > come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with > breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when you > arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been tapping > back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, help, > help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be > sniffed at ... > > Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado! > > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, > MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. 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It seems that many of our party goers are from the colonies. This is strange as, in my time, we haven't discovered half of you yet. Thought I'd better warn you all of the flood warnings for Cornwall over the next few days. Forget diamonds and feather boas - we need souwesters and umbrellas - awkward - they haven't been invented in my time either. Not only am I having trouble with Janet in Darkest Devon getting above herself but now I've got Master Christopher thinking he is a hit because his picture features in the latest Cornwall Family History Society Journal. Master Christopher is a barber surgeon. There he is, quietly (well the patient wasn't quiet) administering a clyster (Google it party goers but not after a big meal) and someone starts painting his portrait! Is anyone chronicling our party this year? My good friend Mrs Pepys may volunteer her husband to keep the party diary though I hear he is busy with young ladies of his acquaintance. Poor Mrs P does her best to keep Mr P's attention - bathes her face regularly in the best moisturiser (puppies urine) but he doesn't kiss her on the cheek often. She was of course born in Darkest Devon - perhaps I'll cheer her up by bringing her along. This pike is getting a tad tricky I am busy trying to rescue everyone but carrying a pillory, a set of stocks, a mease of Clovelly herring, lobster, crab and (whisper) mince pies is rather cumbersome even though I am carrying it virtually. I have my wicker pannier to my back but it doesn't really fit over the armour. The helmet I shall hang on to, just in case I can't find a privy when I need one. I hope the Wyrm and dragon don't mistake me for King George in all this armour and get defensive. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: Julia Mosman Sent: Friday, December 21, 2012 5:16 AM To: cornish@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! Oh Dear! I've konked the Pilot over the head for insulting my delectable cookies, so don't have a big, burly man at hand just now!! However, we're zipping along rather quickly, and should be over your location quite soon. Perhaps with the help of a few friends, and a slightly dazed pilot, we might save you from your dire fate!! In the meantime, the marvelous red parrots can fly in your sustenance; the Wyrm has been coaxed to char you a bit of seafood, a la carte, and I've dropped more ginger cookies. Watch out for them, they're potent. On which level might you be incarcerated? Level one (morbid, morose, & chilly) or two (dankest, darkest, and despairing) of the dungeons, or are you being held in the "upstairs" cells, reserved for those not yet convicted for the crimes of which they're accused? The ones which allow a tiny sliver of hope to creep into your ravished heart. From the tapping, it sounds like the former - unless you're next to the kitchens, and are hearing the "tapping" of the butchers. Did you see a bit of demolished trifle along the way, as you were dragged into the cell? Didn't we get a PERMIT to hold this grand and glorious gala at the Gaol? YIKES! Tis but a minor matter, however. Once the Governor learns that his wife and he are attending - have heard she went to Truro to purchase a new striped silk gown from the very best dressmaker, so they're Definitely coming (she wouldn't miss her chance to show off that dress!!) - I'm sure he'll realize that an unfortunate gaff was made. No offense, and none taken, et cetera, et cetera. Perhaps Mistress Agnes and I should pay a call on our dear Governor, and present the case to him, along with a case of Woolly cider. I'm sure he'll soon see it our way, given our powers of persuasion.(And she can konk him over the head, should they fail!) (a man should never make a pass, at a lass with a pike....) As a last resort, I've gotten in touch with Mr. SHILSON - he of the silver-tongued tribe of lawyers - and he's assured me he will look into your case. The next Assizes aren't for 3 months, so there's plenty of time for him to develop your defence! In that case, I'm sure another set of gay curtains will spruce up the place. Perhaps a pillow or two?? So don't despair, help is on the way! Tempis is futgiting... or however that's spelled.... Julianna, and the Girls ---------------------------------------- > Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:20:13 -0500 > From: epistles@q.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my fortune > by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. > Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was > wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer seized > me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a > dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock and > hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had > come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with > breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when you > arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been tapping > back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, help, > help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be > sniffed at ... > > Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado! > > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, > MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

-Thank 'ee, Mistress Jan. We needed a bit o' sun and warmth! Yes, 'tis true. Flooding is FORECAST - but then, how often are the forecasts right? Hereabouts, that's less than 50%, since the forecasters base these learned pronouncements on the size and closeness of beaver houses, the furriness of caterpillars, and other modern, advanced methods - and the forecasts are based on such activity months in advance. While the girls do have rather extra-luxuriant coats this year, they're only medium sized, and can warm only one person at a time. (For a typical two-dog night.) So let's opt for Mistress Jan's gift; it might aid Joan in her gauzy chiffon dress, whilst waiting to be rescued. In the meantime, the pilot of our balloon has dropped his emergency boats to those below, and my ginger cookies as well. So if our powder stays dry, and the creeks don't rise, we'll be in fine fettle. Except for those poor unfortunates in the 2nd level of the dungeon of the Gaol. Let's hope Joan tisn't held there!! Do you think she might have been able to leave a crumb trail for us to follow?? Ah Mistress Agnes - how delightful that Master Christopher has a bit of glory reflected his way. Congratulations!! Is there a way one could catch a glimpse of this cheery cover? Are you not from the 17th century? My folk were first recorded in the new colony of Massachusetts in 1634, so we be as modern as thee! However, I did wonder how a boom-box, with fabulous Cds of the Cornish Miner's Choir singing, could work when electric fluid has not been harnessed - but then, how do we know what a boom-box might be? Because we're actually at a 'convergence point' of ley lines, and the ancient Longstones one finds in Cornwall have long been known to foster time/space anomalies. Rather marvelous, isn't it?? Where shall we meet to plan our approach to the Governor of the Gaol? we have to have our bribes - er, our gifts - in a row, and we want to put our best-feet forward. Did you bring any parafin with arsenic in it, to paint our faces? (We outlanders don't use such, but have heard tell of it. Do you have the receipt?) My toes are tapping in anticipation of the music, glorious decorations, and scrumptious food awaiting all of us! Should be THE party of the season, don't you know. We have such a wide variety of persons, of all ranks and stations, attending, that it should be absolutely fabulous. A little scandal, a little laughter, and a little merriment - just the things for a marvelous celebration! Cheers, Julianna and the Girls ---------------------------------------- > From: jandavis3@cox.net > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:07:18 -0800 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! > > Because this IS a virtual party, let's change the weather for the duration > of the party to sunny and warm. ZAP!!! I send you a typical San Diego day!!! > Jan > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk> > To: <cornish@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 10:00 PM > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! > > > > > > It seems that many of our party goers are from the colonies. This is > > strange > > as, in my time, we haven't discovered half of you yet. Thought I'd better > > warn you all of the flood warnings for Cornwall over the next few days. > > Forget diamonds and feather boas - we need souwesters and umbrellas - > > awkward - they haven't been invented in my time either. > > Not only am I having trouble with Janet in Darkest Devon getting above > > herself but now I've got Master Christopher thinking he is a hit because > > his > > picture features in the latest Cornwall Family History Society Journal. > > Master Christopher is a barber surgeon. There he is, quietly (well the > > patient wasn't quiet) administering a clyster (Google it party goers but > > not > > after a big meal) and someone starts painting his portrait! > > Is anyone chronicling our party this year? My good friend Mrs Pepys may > > volunteer her husband to keep the party diary though I hear he is busy > > with > > young ladies of his acquaintance. Poor Mrs P does her best to keep Mr P's > > attention - bathes her face regularly in the best moisturiser (puppies > > urine) but he doesn't kiss her on the cheek often. She was of course born > > in > > Darkest Devon - perhaps I'll cheer her up by bringing her along. > > This pike is getting a tad tricky I am busy trying to rescue everyone but > > carrying a pillory, a set of stocks, a mease of Clovelly herring, lobster, > > crab and (whisper) mince pies is rather cumbersome even though I am > > carrying > > it virtually. I have my wicker pannier to my back but it doesn't really > > fit > > over the armour. The helmet I shall hang on to, just in case I can't find > > a > > privy when I need one. > > I hope the Wyrm and dragon don't mistake me for King George in all this > > armour and get defensive. > > Mistress Agnes > > > > > > -----Original Message----- > > From: Julia Mosman > > Sent: Friday, December 21, 2012 5:16 AM > > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! > > > > > > Oh Dear! I've konked the Pilot over the head for insulting my delectable > > cookies, so don't have a big, burly man at hand just now!! However, we're > > zipping along rather quickly, and should be over your location quite soon. > > Perhaps with the help of a few friends, and a slightly dazed pilot, we > > might > > save you from your dire fate!! > > > > In the meantime, the marvelous red parrots can fly in your sustenance; the > > Wyrm has been coaxed to char you a bit of seafood, a la carte, and I've > > dropped more ginger cookies. Watch out for them, they're potent. > > > > On which level might you be incarcerated? Level one (morbid, morose, & > > chilly) or two (dankest, darkest, and despairing) of the dungeons, or are > > you being held in the "upstairs" cells, reserved for those not yet > > convicted > > for the crimes of which they're accused? The ones which allow a tiny > > sliver > > of hope to creep into your ravished heart. From the tapping, it sounds > > like > > the former - unless you're next to the kitchens, and are hearing the > > "tapping" of the butchers. Did you see a bit of demolished trifle along > > the > > way, as you were dragged into the cell? > > > > Didn't we get a PERMIT to hold this grand and glorious gala at the Gaol? > > YIKES! Tis but a minor matter, however. Once the Governor learns that his > > wife and he are attending - have heard she went to Truro to purchase a new > > striped silk gown from the very best dressmaker, so they're Definitely > > coming (she wouldn't miss her chance to show off that dress!!) - I'm sure > > he'll realize that an unfortunate gaff was made. No offense, and none > > taken, > > et cetera, et cetera. > > > > Perhaps Mistress Agnes and I should pay a call on our dear Governor, and > > present the case to him, along with a case of Woolly cider. I'm sure he'll > > soon see it our way, given our powers of persuasion.(And she can konk him > > over the head, should they fail!) (a man should never make a pass, at a > > lass > > with a pike....) > > > > As a last resort, I've gotten in touch with Mr. SHILSON - he of the > > silver-tongued tribe of lawyers - and he's assured me he will look into > > your > > case. The next Assizes aren't for 3 months, so there's plenty of time for > > him to develop your defence! In that case, I'm sure another set of gay > > curtains will spruce up the place. Perhaps a pillow or two?? > > > > So don't despair, help is on the way! Tempis is futgiting... or however > > that's spelled.... > > > > Julianna, and the Girls > > > > ---------------------------------------- > >> Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:20:13 -0500 > >> From: epistles@q.com > >> To: cornish@rootsweb.com > >> Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > >> > >> Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my fortune > >> by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. > >> Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was > >> wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer seized > >> me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a > >> dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock and > >> hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had > >> come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with > >> breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when you > >> arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been tapping > >> back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, help, > >> help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be > >> sniffed at ... > >> > >> Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado! > >> > >> > >> ------------------------------- > >> Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > >> with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. 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Oh Dear! I've konked the Pilot over the head for insulting my delectable cookies, so don't have a big, burly man at hand just now!! However, we're zipping along rather quickly, and should be over your location quite soon. Perhaps with the help of a few friends, and a slightly dazed pilot, we might save you from your dire fate!! In the meantime, the marvelous red parrots can fly in your sustenance; the Wyrm has been coaxed to char you a bit of seafood, a la carte, and I've dropped more ginger cookies. Watch out for them, they're potent. On which level might you be incarcerated? Level one (morbid, morose, & chilly) or two (dankest, darkest, and despairing) of the dungeons, or are you being held in the "upstairs" cells, reserved for those not yet convicted for the crimes of which they're accused? The ones which allow a tiny sliver of hope to creep into your ravished heart. From the tapping, it sounds like the former - unless you're next to the kitchens, and are hearing the "tapping" of the butchers. Did you see a bit of demolished trifle along the way, as you were dragged into the cell? Didn't we get a PERMIT to hold this grand and glorious gala at the Gaol? YIKES! Tis but a minor matter, however. Once the Governor learns that his wife and he are attending - have heard she went to Truro to purchase a new striped silk gown from the very best dressmaker, so they're Definitely coming (she wouldn't miss her chance to show off that dress!!) - I'm sure he'll realize that an unfortunate gaff was made. No offense, and none taken, et cetera, et cetera. Perhaps Mistress Agnes and I should pay a call on our dear Governor, and present the case to him, along with a case of Woolly cider. I'm sure he'll soon see it our way, given our powers of persuasion.(And she can konk him over the head, should they fail!) (a man should never make a pass, at a lass with a pike....) As a last resort, I've gotten in touch with Mr. SHILSON - he of the silver-tongued tribe of lawyers - and he's assured me he will look into your case. The next Assizes aren't for 3 months, so there's plenty of time for him to develop your defence! In that case, I'm sure another set of gay curtains will spruce up the place. Perhaps a pillow or two?? So don't despair, help is on the way! Tempis is futgiting... or however that's spelled.... Julianna, and the Girls ---------------------------------------- > Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:20:13 -0500 > From: epistles@q.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my fortune by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer seized me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock and hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when you arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been tapping back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, help, help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be sniffed at ... > > Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado! > > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my fortune by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer seized me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock and hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when you arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been tapping back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, help, help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be sniffed at ... Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado!

Hi All = I've taken this from a Family Search blog, by Nathan W. Murphy December 14, 2012. "The Genealogist's Internet", which focuses on English family history, was written by Peter Christian, and is a best-selling reference book, in its 5th edition. The author has put ALL of the links included in his book on his website, for free! (He's a Fellow of the Society of Genealogists (FSC)) You can go to http://www.spub.co.uk/tgi5/index.php. Click on "Links", and another page will open. The categories of Links are shown in the left-hand column. The links enclosed in brackets [ ] are active, and will take you to various sites, including several "how-to" sites/articles. Some of the lists are quite extensive. This is a site that needs more than one visit. Thusfar, have found "Civil Registration", "Property, Taxation, and the Law", and "The Armed Forces" to be of great interest & value. Hope this helps someone, and that each and every one of you has the merriest of christmases, and joy which will carry you into the New Year. Julia

Because this IS a virtual party, let's change the weather for the duration of the party to sunny and warm. ZAP!!! I send you a typical San Diego day!!! Jan ----- Original Message ----- From: <janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk> To: <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 10:00 PM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! > > It seems that many of our party goers are from the colonies. This is > strange > as, in my time, we haven't discovered half of you yet. Thought I'd better > warn you all of the flood warnings for Cornwall over the next few days. > Forget diamonds and feather boas - we need souwesters and umbrellas - > awkward - they haven't been invented in my time either. > Not only am I having trouble with Janet in Darkest Devon getting above > herself but now I've got Master Christopher thinking he is a hit because > his > picture features in the latest Cornwall Family History Society Journal. > Master Christopher is a barber surgeon. There he is, quietly (well the > patient wasn't quiet) administering a clyster (Google it party goers but > not > after a big meal) and someone starts painting his portrait! > Is anyone chronicling our party this year? My good friend Mrs Pepys may > volunteer her husband to keep the party diary though I hear he is busy > with > young ladies of his acquaintance. Poor Mrs P does her best to keep Mr P's > attention - bathes her face regularly in the best moisturiser (puppies > urine) but he doesn't kiss her on the cheek often. She was of course born > in > Darkest Devon - perhaps I'll cheer her up by bringing her along. > This pike is getting a tad tricky I am busy trying to rescue everyone but > carrying a pillory, a set of stocks, a mease of Clovelly herring, lobster, > crab and (whisper) mince pies is rather cumbersome even though I am > carrying > it virtually. I have my wicker pannier to my back but it doesn't really > fit > over the armour. The helmet I shall hang on to, just in case I can't find > a > privy when I need one. > I hope the Wyrm and dragon don't mistake me for King George in all this > armour and get defensive. > Mistress Agnes > > > -----Original Message----- > From: Julia Mosman > Sent: Friday, December 21, 2012 5:16 AM > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! > > > Oh Dear! I've konked the Pilot over the head for insulting my delectable > cookies, so don't have a big, burly man at hand just now!! However, we're > zipping along rather quickly, and should be over your location quite soon. > Perhaps with the help of a few friends, and a slightly dazed pilot, we > might > save you from your dire fate!! > > In the meantime, the marvelous red parrots can fly in your sustenance; the > Wyrm has been coaxed to char you a bit of seafood, a la carte, and I've > dropped more ginger cookies. Watch out for them, they're potent. > > On which level might you be incarcerated? Level one (morbid, morose, & > chilly) or two (dankest, darkest, and despairing) of the dungeons, or are > you being held in the "upstairs" cells, reserved for those not yet > convicted > for the crimes of which they're accused? The ones which allow a tiny > sliver > of hope to creep into your ravished heart. From the tapping, it sounds > like > the former - unless you're next to the kitchens, and are hearing the > "tapping" of the butchers. Did you see a bit of demolished trifle along > the > way, as you were dragged into the cell? > > Didn't we get a PERMIT to hold this grand and glorious gala at the Gaol? > YIKES! Tis but a minor matter, however. Once the Governor learns that his > wife and he are attending - have heard she went to Truro to purchase a new > striped silk gown from the very best dressmaker, so they're Definitely > coming (she wouldn't miss her chance to show off that dress!!) - I'm sure > he'll realize that an unfortunate gaff was made. No offense, and none > taken, > et cetera, et cetera. > > Perhaps Mistress Agnes and I should pay a call on our dear Governor, and > present the case to him, along with a case of Woolly cider. I'm sure he'll > soon see it our way, given our powers of persuasion.(And she can konk him > over the head, should they fail!) (a man should never make a pass, at a > lass > with a pike....) > > As a last resort, I've gotten in touch with Mr. SHILSON - he of the > silver-tongued tribe of lawyers - and he's assured me he will look into > your > case. The next Assizes aren't for 3 months, so there's plenty of time for > him to develop your defence! In that case, I'm sure another set of gay > curtains will spruce up the place. Perhaps a pillow or two?? > > So don't despair, help is on the way! Tempis is futgiting... or however > that's spelled.... > > Julianna, and the Girls > > ---------------------------------------- >> Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:20:13 -0500 >> From: epistles@q.com >> To: cornish@rootsweb.com >> Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival >> >> Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my fortune >> by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. >> Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was >> wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer seized >> me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a >> dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock and >> hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had >> come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with >> breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when you >> arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been tapping >> back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, help, >> help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be >> sniffed at ... >> >> Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado! >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com >> with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. 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Maybe that tapping is a Tommyknocker............. Jan in San Diego ----- Original Message ----- From: "Joan in Colorado" <epistles@q.com> To: <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 7:20 PM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my fortune > by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. > Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was > wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer seized > me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a > dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock and > hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had > come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with > breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when you > arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been tapping > back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, help, > help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be > sniffed at ... > > Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado! > > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, > MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

WEST BRITON AND CORNWALL ADVERTISER - transcribed by Julia Symons Mosman 2 JANUARY 1857 - CORONERS' INQUESTS . The following inquests have been held by Mr. CARLYON county coroner: . On Friday, the 26th ult., at St. Mawes, on the body of Alexander LANGLAND, aged 30 years. The deceased was a gunner and driver in the Royal Artillery stationed at St. Mawes castle and from the evidence of John WOODWARD, a bombardier of the same service, who had charge of the men at the castle, it appeared that the deceased and another man called Richard CAIRNES were not present at the tattoo at half-past eight on Wednesday evening; but about half-past eleven he was sitting in his quarters and heard a noise outside; and on going out he saw gunner Cairnes on the drawbridge, looking over it. Witness asked what he was doing there; he replied that he came over the wall and he thought the deceased had fallen into the ditch. Witness looked into the ditch and saw something lying on the ground; deceased's jacket was open and he saw the breast of his shirt. Witness immediately unlocked the door leading to the ditch, and raised the deceased to a sitting posture, and left him with Cairn! es until he got further assistance; he was cold and speechless. . As soon as assistance arrived he was carried into the castle and laid on the first bed. Mr. HARDING, surgeon, was sent for from St. Mawes, and attended him; but he died from the injuries he had received between three and four o’clock on the following morning. . Richard CAIRNES, gunner R.A., deposed that he and the deceased left the castle on Wednesday evening between six and seven o'clock and remained at St. Mawes till eleven; they then returned to the castle; deceased was the worse for liquor but was able to walk without assistance, and they had both drank alike. . On arriving at the castle, witness got over the wall near the castle ditch, and deceased attempted to follow him; he saw him on the top of the wall and saw him fall from thence into the ditch, a depth of about twenty-seven feet. It appeared that the deceased before he died recovered sufficiently to be able to tell those who were near him that he had fallen in the way described, and he hoped it would be a warning to others. Verdict, accidental death. . The jury at the same time expressed a hope that some steps would be taken to confine the men to the castle after hours, so as to prevent the recurrence of such an accident. .............. . At Chacewater, on the 29th ult., on the body of William WHITFORD, an illegitimate child, aged about three months, who was carried by the grandmother to the sexton at Chacewater, to be buried on Saturday last. From the account she gave of the circumstances attending the death of the child, suspicions arose that everything was not right, and an inquiry before the coroner was deemed necessary. It was satisfactorily proved, however, at a post mortem examination, made by Mr. MOYLE, surgeon, of Chacewater, that the deceased had died from natural causes; and the jury returned a verdict to that effect. ............... . On Tuesday the 30th ult., at Redruth, on the body of James Edmund SNOW, aged six months, son of Mr. James SNOW, of the Dunstanville Arms, who, it was alleged, had died from not having been properly attended to by Mr. ROWE. . James SNOW, the father of the deceased, deposed that deceased had been a healthy child till about eight o'clock last Sunday morning, when he and his wife were awoke by his making an unusual noise as of violent gasping; he was then lying on his mother's arm, and the breast and sleeve of her night dress were wet from his perspiration. Witness thought she had covered him up too much with her clothes, and took the child from her and rested it on his own arm, and turned back the bed-clothes. Finding he was not as he had been, and that he did not take notice of things, and was breathing quick, witness jumped out of bed and sent a man to fetch Mr. Rowe, who came in about half-an-hour and saw the child. . Mr. Rowe also appeared to think that he had been covered too much with the clothes, but said he thought he would be better in a few hours; he then left and afterwards sent a bottle of medicine with directions that a tea-spoonful should be given every four hours; he also sent another bottle containing a liniment to be applied over the chest. Witness did not recollect receiving direction that it was to be applied to the spine as well. Mrs. Snow gave the child one tea-spoonful of the medicine about ten o’clock; she had previously taken the child into the kitchen, and Mr. Rowe had consented to his being taken there. . Witness remained in the kitchen about one hour and a quarter after the medicine was given, and then went out and remained about a quarter of an hour. On his return he observed a great alteration in the child's appearance, and that he was looking worse; and he then sent for Mr. HICHENS, surgeon, who attended and saw him about twenty minutes afterwards. Mr. Hichens said the child was then dying and he could do nothing for him; but that the parents might apply mustard poultices to the legs if they liked; Mr. Hichens then left, and the child died in about a quarter of an hour afterwards. Mr. Rowe did not come again to see the child. . In reply to a question by Mr. Rowe, witness said that he observed the child's eyes were much larger than usual; and in reply to the questions by the jury, witness said he had observed before last Sunday, that the child occasionally perspired very freely at night; but on those occasions, the perspiration soon passed off again. When he took the child from his wife, it was breathing very quick and with difficulty. Mrs. Snow called Mr. Rowe's attention as he was leaving the room, to the child's foaming at the mouth; he said it was phlegm coming from the stomach, and it would relieve him. . Mr. James HICHENS, surgeon, deposed that he was called to the deceased about noon on Sunday, and found him on his mother's lap, before the kitchen fire, in a dying state; the arms were extended, the thumb flexed on the palms, and the pupils of the eyes were very much contracted - all indications that the child had a convulsion. He told the mother it was too late for him to do anything, but she might apply mustard poultices to the legs if she liked. . >From the evidence given by the father of the child's symptoms when he sent for Rowe, witness should say the child had a convulsion at that time; and if so, the remedy given was a useless one. The child ought to have been immediately placed in a warm bath, ought to have had a dose of calomel, cold applications to the head, and an injection if necessary; also blisters to the spine; and if these remedies had not produced the desired result he should have tried the effect of the leech. . The child was a small child when born, and was weak perhaps for about the first three months of his life; but after that he gained strength, and witness vaccinated him. Witness saw him the eighth day after his vaccination; he was then doing well, and he perfectly recovered. Mr. Hichens was asked by the jury whether the child had died of apoplexy. (Mr. Rowe having given a certificate that that was the cause of death) and he answered that it was an almost unheard of thing for a child of that age to apoplexy, and he did not consider that this child had apoplexy at all; the pupils were contracted and there was a cerebral spinal irritation. . Sampson Taylor ROWE, assistant to Mr. BLEE, druggist, Redruth, deposed as follows: I was sent for about eight o'clock last Sunday morning to step over to Mr. Snow's, as soon as I could; I was told their child was ill; I was prevented going immediately, but I saw the child about half-past nine; he was then in bed; I found the breathing very short, the hands somewhat contracted, and a dark appearance round his eyelids - more particularly the right one; the pupil of the right eye was very much dilated; I was told he had been covered up very warm, and that he was found in the state I then saw him, when the parents awoke. . >From the dilated state of the eye and the other symptoms, I came to the conclusion that the child was suffering from apoplexy produced by want of oxygen. Not to alarm the parents, I promised to do the best I could for the child, and hoped there might be a chance for the better. I sent a liniment to be applied to the spine and to the chest, which I thought would be more speedy in its effects than blistering; also a bottle of medicine, composed of infusion of senns, very weak, and a little peppermint, and a small quantity of aromatic spirits of ammonia. . I also spoke to the father of a warm bath, and advised one for the child if he was not soon relieved. I forgot to mention that the child was foaming at the mouth when I first saw him. I did not think it necessary to order a purgative as I understood the bowels had been freely relieved in the course of the night. The child's thumb was slightly fixed on the palm, and it occurred to me that convulsions were approaching; my impression was that the child was suffering from apoplexy; there was a cold clammy moisture about the head. I was told that he had been sick, but I could not ascertain that he had been actually so. The pulse was quick but weak. I did not call to see the child again; I afterwards heard that Mr. Hichens had been called in, and that the child was dead. . At this stage of the proceedings, the jury suggested that Mr. BOASE, surgeon, should be called in, and that the evidence should be read over to him; and this having been done, Mr. Boase was asked whether, in his opinion, the remedy supplied by Mr. Rowe was a proper one under the circumstances. Mr. Boase said it was not what he should have done himself. but there did not appear to be anything in the medicine to occasion the death of the child. Assuming the case to be one of apoplexy, the treatment described was not such as ought to have been had recourse to; there ought to have been more active remedies; if witness had been called to a child of that age, he should have inquired whether there were any symptoms of teething, and should have examined the gums. Witness would not go so far as to say that the treatment betrayed such gross ignorance as to cause the child's death. . The jury, which was composed of Mr. John Charles LANYON, foreman, and fourteen other respectable inhabitants of Redruth, returned the following verdict: "That the deceased, James Edmund Snow, died of convulsions, and that his case did not receive that amount of attention which it required; we arrive at this conclusion after hearing the evidence of Mr. S.T. Rowe, druggist's assistant, and receiving the testimonies of Matthias John Boase and James S. Hichins, surgeons; and, although we do not think the evidence sufficiently strong to return a verdict of manslaughter against Mr. S.T. Rowe, we are unanimously of opinion that he betrayed great ignorance in the treatment of the case." . ............................ . The following inquests have been held by Mr. HICHENS, county coroner: On Friday last, at Redruth Union Workhouse, on the body of Elizabeth HOCKING, single woman, aged twenty-six years, who was suddenly taken by puerperal convulsions, whilst in bed in the hospital of the union workhouse. Mr. HARRIS, the medical officer, was sent for, and immediately attended on the patient; he remained all night in the hospital, and did not leave until about half-past eleven the next forenoon. Mr. ANDREW, surgeon, of Redruth, had previously seen this woman in the course of the day; and Mr. VINCENT, surgeon, of Camborne, also visited her about nine o'clock at night. . The patient had no knowledge whatever after the first attack of the fits, down to the period of her death, which took place about nine o'clock the next morning. She gave birth to a full grown dead child within an hour of her death, whilst perfectly unconscious of what had taken place. From her symptoms previously, it was believed the child had been dead some days. Five women who were in attendance on the patient were first examined, who all gave corroborative testimony that the patient had been well and properly attended to by everybody connected with the case. . The nurse was next called who refused to be sworn, and as this was the only legal admissible evidence at inquests, the coroner said he could not examine her. She was a very important witness however, and it is much to be regretted for the sake of fairness, that she would not be sworn as to the statements she might make. She was urged to do so, but still refused. . The three surgeons were afterwards examined on oath by the coroner, when it was stated by Messrs. ANDREW and VINCENT that nothing more could be done, and that the greatest amount of medical skill had been brought to bear on the case. Mr. Vincent stated that nine out of ten such patients die in these cases of first child birth. It is believed that disappointment in matrimony, alienation of family connexions, and absence from home have a decided influence on the unfortunate young women in this locality, coming as they do from all the parishes of a populous union. . The jury was a respectable and intelligent one, and all were perfectly satisfied that everything which attention or experience could suggest had been done. Verdict, "died from natural causes." The inquiry lasted several hours. . ...................... . On Monday last, in the parish of Phillack, on the body of George Whittaker, aged 27 years. The deceased had been drinking pretty much on the 25th, and being on the evening of that day at the White Hart Inn, at Hayle, went from the house into the Inn yard, and the Innkeeper's son having gone into the yard a few minutes after, found him there lying on his face in a state of insensibility and speechless. He was taken into the Inn at once, where means were used to endeavour to recover him to no purpose, and he was taken to his own lodgings, where he was attended to by Mr. MUDGE, a surgeon, by whom other means were resorted to, but without any good effect, the deceased having died shortly after. Verdict, "natural death." . ....................... The following inquest has been held before Mr. JAGOE, county coroner: On Wednesday last, at Callington, on the body of Mrs. FACEY, aged 65 years, wife of Mr. Arthur FACEY, of Dupath, farmer. Mrs. Facey, whilst engaged in her usual household occupations, fell down in front of her fireplace and suddenly expired. Verdict, "died by the visitation of God." . ....................... . The following inquest has been held before Mr. W.R. PENDER, coroner for Falmouth: On Tuesday last, at the King's Arms Hotel, Falmouth, on the illegitimate female child of Miss A.F. DASH, of that town. The evidence was rather of a lengthy character, from which it was evident that no surgeon, nurse, or necessary preparation had been made previous to the birth, and the child was left for a long time on the floor before the surgeon, Mr. DONNALL, arrived. He stated, however, that the child was weak and small, and he believed would not have lived long even if every necessary means had been provided in the usual way. . The child was born on Sunday morning last, about seven o'clock, and when he came the infant was wrapped up in a flannel and was crying, and he ordered it to be fed. He saw the child twice a day until she died on the Tuesday evening. There were no marks or evidence of violence of any kind, and he thought the child died from natural causes, as it was physically weak. After a long discussion between the jury before they could all agree, they returned the following verdict: "Died a natural death; and the jury cannot separate without expressing their great disapprobation that no sort of preparation was made for the birth of the child."

Hi to you, too - Oooh, I love roasted beast. And the Wyrm is so talented in his use of char grilling - should be quite delicious. But Chough? Perhaps a plump partridge or two instead? Or rabbits? (they are so good in a meat pie.) I suspect that as your merry band moves toward Bodmin, and the Beast, they'll drive the game in front of them. Is Beastie up to dispatching a few game animals? When you visit the caves, be on the lookout for the Hobbit habitats please - they're the lumpy bumps that look a bit like old china clay pits - the ones which are quite tidy but surrounded by lush vegetation. We have to extend an invitation in that direction; a party without a contingent of Cornish Hobbits just wouldn't be a party! and they're quite good foragers, as well - they can find all the fiddle-back ferns etc. to make our rabbit meat pies mouth-watering. (don't suggest them to the Wyrm - mustn't have his fire fizzled!!) Ed must be well-concealed under the greens, so the armoured-persons, including Mistress Agnes, might not have found him. He's the one with the light in his window - or has he tucked all the extra candles away for future use? Has anyone made any contact with him?? We're bringing poles to help hang the curtains - the ballroom should be just glorious with all our improvements!!! We've been blown a bit off-course - are floating over the Tamar, and looking down the valley. The water appears much higher - but the villages all look snug and warm. We might have to touch down, then resort to a dog-cart for the last little bit. Anyone know of a pony who might be willing to pull us? The Keeshonds are much too small (40 lbs, 18" high) to pull it, although they'd give it a great try. (Our little neighbour girl uses Koko to 'ski-jour', where Koko pulls her on skiis! But that's only one little girl being pulled, not a full cart!) Late News - Our hearty pilot has agreed that after he air-drops some rubber rafts and silicone water-proof sealing for stone structures to people suffering from the high water, we might, just might, be able to shift directions, and make for Bodmin. My own donation shall be small packets of ginger cookies; people need nourishment when fighting flooding. (the Pilot said he thought the ginger cookies remind him of survival rations given out in WW 2 - but he's not known as an arbitrator of taste!) For that comment, I bopped him on the bean with a rolling pin! Never knew it was so difficult to pilot one of these balloons- but we seem to be making a right-hand turn. We shall be there forthwith! The New, Improved Pilot, Julianna and the Girls > From: tabletweaver@aol.com > Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 18:20:27 -0500 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > Hi gang, > > We are out on the moor somewhere. The wyrm is trying to hunt out his > cousin the Green dragon who has taken up residence in Dozmary pool > while Dandy is shouting loudly to locate the Beast of Bodmin. > Meanwhilewhile Anakin and Mister are on the lookout for a Cornish > chough or two to grace the feast. Mercifully I don't think the choughs > have got this far from Lizard so I don't have to try and control the > cat's predatory instincts. When we have gathered our forces (and > possibly some young and tender venison as the dragons' contribution to > the party) we'll head downalong to Bodmin Gaol. > > As we rove through the valleys.. to those caves in the mountains where > the robbers retreat. > > cheers > > > Catherine > > > -----Original Message----- > From: janet <janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk> > To: cornish <cornish@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 18:42 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > > Never fear Lorna I am on my way. As I live the the seventeenth century, > I > have access to armour. I am equipped with a pikeman's breast plate and > an > English morion helmet. I have a pike (that would be the weapon not the > fish) > and a tuck (sword) and I am seeking you out. Is that your diamonds I > can see > or is it my herring scales? > I am bringing mince pies for your sustenance if you are incarcerated. > Don't > tell Oliver Cromwell though, he has banned them. Our mince pies are of > course meat based and oval. They were seen by the Puritans as > idolatrous > representations of Jesus' crib and therefore outlawed. If I am in > danger of > being caught I shall hurriedly feed them to the parrots. > I have had rather too much Lamb's Wool for my own good - much more I > shall > be whipping off my coif and letting my hair down. Got to make the most > of > partying tonight as I've been told that the world will end tomorrow. > Where is everyone? I am clattering up the stairs in my armour .... > Lorna? > ....Lorna? parrots? Ooops I've speared something with my pike - hope > it > isn't a parrot. > > Mistress Agnes > > -----Original Message----- > From: hlmw > Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 5:44 PM > To: Cornish > Subject: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > Using my red feather boa as a rocket ship is not always reliable, one > end > suddenly went out causing us into spiral in toward Bodmin Gaol (jail). > The > little red parrots, in great fear, jumped inside my white satin shirt > (where > it is always warm) as we hurtled down toward dark and dingy, long and > stony > walls bouncing this way and that causing the gigantic trifle to turn on > end > and roll down the circular staircase. What happened to it after that I > have > no idea. > My 7" diamond-covered high heels sprayed a blizzard of gems as we slid > into > a dead-end wall. There was no one about, not a soul, I expected some of > the > ladies and perhaps Arthur to appear, but nothing, only black silence. I > decided to shout: Halloooooooooooooo! Back came an echo: > Halloooooooooooooo! > Then another echo in a sepulchral voice: Halloooooooooooooooooo! That > wasn't > me. Who are youooooooooo, I shouted. Again the echo reverberated off the > dark and dingy walls. > Slowly, a large figure covered from head to toe in armour appeared > through > one of the cell walls, causing the parrots, who had been peeking out to > jump about in alarm. Who are you under that armour, I quavered. A deep > voice > rumbled around inside the armour: Joooooooooohn Oooooooooooooooh! I > fainted. > Will someone come and get me? > Lurking Lorna > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to > CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. 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Never fear Lorna I am on my way. As I live the the seventeenth century, I have access to armour. I am equipped with a pikeman's breast plate and an English morion helmet. I have a pike (that would be the weapon not the fish) and a tuck (sword) and I am seeking you out. Is that your diamonds I can see or is it my herring scales? I am bringing mince pies for your sustenance if you are incarcerated. Don't tell Oliver Cromwell though, he has banned them. Our mince pies are of course meat based and oval. They were seen by the Puritans as idolatrous representations of Jesus' crib and therefore outlawed. If I am in danger of being caught I shall hurriedly feed them to the parrots. I have had rather too much Lamb's Wool for my own good - much more I shall be whipping off my coif and letting my hair down. Got to make the most of partying tonight as I've been told that the world will end tomorrow. Where is everyone? I am clattering up the stairs in my armour .... Lorna? ....Lorna? parrots? Ooops I've speared something with my pike - hope it isn't a parrot. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: hlmw Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 5:44 PM To: Cornish Subject: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival Using my red feather boa as a rocket ship is not always reliable, one end suddenly went out causing us into spiral in toward Bodmin Gaol (jail). The little red parrots, in great fear, jumped inside my white satin shirt (where it is always warm) as we hurtled down toward dark and dingy, long and stony walls bouncing this way and that causing the gigantic trifle to turn on end and roll down the circular staircase. What happened to it after that I have no idea. My 7" diamond-covered high heels sprayed a blizzard of gems as we slid into a dead-end wall. There was no one about, not a soul, I expected some of the ladies and perhaps Arthur to appear, but nothing, only black silence. I decided to shout: Halloooooooooooooo! Back came an echo: Halloooooooooooooo! Then another echo in a sepulchral voice: Halloooooooooooooooooo! That wasn't me. Who are youooooooooo, I shouted. Again the echo reverberated off the dark and dingy walls. Slowly, a large figure covered from head to toe in armour appeared through one of the cell walls, causing the parrots, who had been peeking out to jump about in alarm. Who are you under that armour, I quavered. A deep voice rumbled around inside the armour: Joooooooooohn Oooooooooooooooh! I fainted. Will someone come and get me? Lurking Lorna ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hi gang, We are out on the moor somewhere. The wyrm is trying to hunt out his cousin the Green dragon who has taken up residence in Dozmary pool while Dandy is shouting loudly to locate the Beast of Bodmin. Meanwhilewhile Anakin and Mister are on the lookout for a Cornish chough or two to grace the feast. Mercifully I don't think the choughs have got this far from Lizard so I don't have to try and control the cat's predatory instincts. When we have gathered our forces (and possibly some young and tender venison as the dragons' contribution to the party) we'll head downalong to Bodmin Gaol. As we rove through the valleys.. to those caves in the mountains where the robbers retreat. cheers Catherine -----Original Message----- From: janet <janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk> To: cornish <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 18:42 Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival Never fear Lorna I am on my way. As I live the the seventeenth century, I have access to armour. I am equipped with a pikeman's breast plate and an English morion helmet. I have a pike (that would be the weapon not the fish) and a tuck (sword) and I am seeking you out. Is that your diamonds I can see or is it my herring scales? I am bringing mince pies for your sustenance if you are incarcerated. Don't tell Oliver Cromwell though, he has banned them. Our mince pies are of course meat based and oval. They were seen by the Puritans as idolatrous representations of Jesus' crib and therefore outlawed. If I am in danger of being caught I shall hurriedly feed them to the parrots. I have had rather too much Lamb's Wool for my own good - much more I shall be whipping off my coif and letting my hair down. Got to make the most of partying tonight as I've been told that the world will end tomorrow. Where is everyone? I am clattering up the stairs in my armour .... Lorna? ....Lorna? parrots? Ooops I've speared something with my pike - hope it isn't a parrot. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: hlmw Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 5:44 PM To: Cornish Subject: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival Using my red feather boa as a rocket ship is not always reliable, one end suddenly went out causing us into spiral in toward Bodmin Gaol (jail). The little red parrots, in great fear, jumped inside my white satin shirt (where it is always warm) as we hurtled down toward dark and dingy, long and stony walls bouncing this way and that causing the gigantic trifle to turn on end and roll down the circular staircase. What happened to it after that I have no idea. My 7" diamond-covered high heels sprayed a blizzard of gems as we slid into a dead-end wall. There was no one about, not a soul, I expected some of the ladies and perhaps Arthur to appear, but nothing, only black silence. I decided to shout: Halloooooooooooooo! Back came an echo: Halloooooooooooooo! Then another echo in a sepulchral voice: Halloooooooooooooooooo! That wasn't me. Who are youooooooooo, I shouted. Again the echo reverberated off the dark and dingy walls. Slowly, a large figure covered from head to toe in armour appeared through one of the cell walls, causing the parrots, who had been peeking out to jump about in alarm. Who are you under that armour, I quavered. A deep voice rumbled around inside the armour: Joooooooooohn Oooooooooooooooh! I fainted. Will someone come and get me? Lurking Lorna ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Oh my, we can't have the parrots and skinny mice be cold! I am knitting some gansey sweaters (jumpers) for them and hope they will fit OK. Just be sure they don't get in the water or they will be drowned rats. The winds have died down here in Southern California so I will be able to get to Cornwall the usual way, surfing across the Pacific, making a stop in Hawaii to put some poi on my board so the sharks will leave me alone, then keep on going to Oz. Anybody there need a ride? We can figure out the route for the rest of the way when I get there. It will be a challenge getting past that big debris field floating across the Pacific after the Japanese quake and tsunami last year. Hey! Maybe we can use it for a big group of us getting to the party every year. We can transport it the 3000 miles across the US by next December and leave it in a harbor there. I am SURE some small New England town will welcome it, right? Jan in San Diego ----- Original Message ----- From: "Connie Saunders" <dccows@comcast.net> To: <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 10:59 AM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > What is all the noise about? Come on Dick lets go see what is going on. I > thought I saw a shooting star but I guess it was Lorna shooting out of the > sky. O dear, what a mess truffle everywhere and I see an armour moving > down > the stairs, I think I'd better follow to see what has happened. Now I see > two sets of armour!! Who could be in them and there is Lorna looks like > she > will be alright but I wonder if she broke something as her shirt looks all > lumpy. O I see now it's the parrots. Now come on Lorna let's get you up in > the light and see what we can do to repair the damage. This party is > starting out with a BANG. > Connie in cold Utah > > > Never fear Lorna I am on my way. As I live the the seventeenth century, I > have access to armour. I am equipped with a pikeman's breast plate and an > English morion helmet. I have a pike (that would be the weapon not the > fish) > > and a tuck (sword) and I am seeking you out. Is that your diamonds I can > see > > or is it my herring scales? > I am bringing mince pies for your sustenance if you are incarcerated. > Don't > tell Oliver Cromwell though, he has banned them. Our mince pies are of > course meat based and oval. They were seen by the Puritans as idolatrous > representations of Jesus' crib and therefore outlawed. If I am in danger > of > being caught I shall hurriedly feed them to the parrots. > I have had rather too much Lamb's Wool for my own good - much more I > shall > be whipping off my coif and letting my hair down. Got to make the most of > partying tonight as I've been told that the world will end tomorrow. > Where is everyone? I am clattering up the stairs in my armour .... Lorna? > ....Lorna? parrots? Ooops I've speared something with my pike - hope it > isn't a parrot. > > Mistress Agnes > > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, > MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

What is all the noise about? Come on Dick lets go see what is going on. I thought I saw a shooting star but I guess it was Lorna shooting out of the sky. O dear, what a mess truffle everywhere and I see an armour moving down the stairs, I think I'd better follow to see what has happened. Now I see two sets of armour!! Who could be in them and there is Lorna looks like she will be alright but I wonder if she broke something as her shirt looks all lumpy. O I see now it's the parrots. Now come on Lorna let's get you up in the light and see what we can do to repair the damage. This party is starting out with a BANG. Connie in cold Utah Never fear Lorna I am on my way. As I live the the seventeenth century, I have access to armour. I am equipped with a pikeman's breast plate and an English morion helmet. I have a pike (that would be the weapon not the fish) and a tuck (sword) and I am seeking you out. Is that your diamonds I can see or is it my herring scales? I am bringing mince pies for your sustenance if you are incarcerated. Don't tell Oliver Cromwell though, he has banned them. Our mince pies are of course meat based and oval. They were seen by the Puritans as idolatrous representations of Jesus' crib and therefore outlawed. If I am in danger of being caught I shall hurriedly feed them to the parrots. I have had rather too much Lamb's Wool for my own good - much more I shall be whipping off my coif and letting my hair down. Got to make the most of partying tonight as I've been told that the world will end tomorrow. Where is everyone? I am clattering up the stairs in my armour .... Lorna? ....Lorna? parrots? Ooops I've speared something with my pike - hope it isn't a parrot. Mistress Agnes

Using my red feather boa as a rocket ship is not always reliable, one end suddenly went out causing us into spiral in toward Bodmin Gaol (jail). The little red parrots, in great fear, jumped inside my white satin shirt (where it is always warm) as we hurtled down toward dark and dingy, long and stony walls bouncing this way and that causing the gigantic trifle to turn on end and roll down the circular staircase. What happened to it after that I have no idea. My 7" diamond-covered high heels sprayed a blizzard of gems as we slid into a dead-end wall. There was no one about, not a soul, I expected some of the ladies and perhaps Arthur to appear, but nothing, only black silence. I decided to shout: Halloooooooooooooo! Back came an echo: Halloooooooooooooo! Then another echo in a sepulchral voice: Halloooooooooooooooooo! That wasn't me. Who are youooooooooo, I shouted. Again the echo reverberated off the dark and dingy walls. Slowly, a large figure covered from head to toe in armour appeared through one of the cell walls, causing the parrots, who had been peeking out to jump about in alarm. Who are you under that armour, I quavered. A deep voice rumbled around inside the armour: Joooooooooohn Oooooooooooooooh! I fainted. Will someone come and get me? Lurking Lorna

Oh Janet in Darkest Devon is far too bossy. Though the thought of incarcerating her in Bodmin jail is quite appealing. It was kind of you to mention my stardom in Janet's book, though I am a trifle peeved that the cover depicts Master Christopher and Mistress Martha and not myself - what an oversight. I think mentioning its title here might be deemed advertising - I'll have to wait for another list member to refer to it. How thoughtful of Jan to think of gingham curtains. I know at past parties folk have knitted various garments. I am sticking to my drop spindle and my lucette this time but I am sure folk can create things from my spun Jacob's Fleeces. I've seen the request for lobster and crab and will be bringing some of Clovelly's finest. They will be virtual though as it is herring season rather than crab and lobster season. I could bring some 'silver darlings' as well - in fact I think herring scales could make a suitably glittery adornment for the costumes of some folk. Not yet decided on my mode of transport - waiting for some handsome cavalier to ride by and offer me a lift. Mistress Agnes --Original Message----- From: Julia Mosman Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 5:56 AM To: cornish@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 - take off & questions, please Hidey ho, Mistress Agnes - I do hope you're bringing a few kegs of mulled cider - er, Lamb's Wool - as those recalcitrant prisoners (and or parrots) might need it, after seeing your pillory and stocks! Now you know Mistress, Janet is certainly an interesting person, if a little bossy - you should drag her along! Remember, the more the merrier! Perhaps we can pair her off with a cheerful prisoner - have heard the person in cell 273 is quite charming; he's there, accused but not found guilty [yet] of bamboozling several inhabitants of their hard-earned cash. Perhaps she can entice him into giving his rather amusing version of the incident, as she's interested in encouraging people to give talks about their lives, and he certainly has a silver tongue. What, pray tell, is the title of her book, with pictures of you within? Isn't it marvelous to be so enshrined?? And you, certainly, deserve every bit of it. Can't wait to try those jumbles... do they have lobster as a primary ing! redient?? Have heard that the gaol has a huge, cavernous 'center/primary' room, with smaller rooms round about - with a circular stair leading downwards, toward the depths of the dreaded dungeons. Just the sort of place our lovely Dragon will love, as he can perch on the ramparts, while we can make jolly in the primary room. Julianna, and the girls > From: janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk > To: Cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2012 17:26:32 +0000 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 - take off > > Sorry, been a bit delayed by over indulgence in Lamb's Wool (mulled > cider). > Also having trouble trying to ditch that Janet in darkest Devon - she > wanted > me to give a talk on my life in the C17th for her this evening - the cheek > of it. Just because she's written a book with pictures of me in it she > thinks she can boss me about. > I have looked out my best bum roll and coif and will set to baking some > jumbles. > Will bring my pillory and stocks for any recalcitrant prisoners or > parrots. > > Mistress Agnes > ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hidey ho, Mistress Agnes - I do hope you're bringing a few kegs of mulled cider - er, Lamb's Wool - as those recalcitrant prisoners (and or parrots) might need it, after seeing your pillory and stocks! Now you know Mistress, Janet is certainly an interesting person, if a little bossy - you should drag her along! Remember, the more the merrier! Perhaps we can pair her off with a cheerful prisoner - have heard the person in cell 273 is quite charming; he's there, accused but not found guilty [yet] of bamboozling several inhabitants of their hard-earned cash. Perhaps she can entice him into giving his rather amusing version of the incident, as she's interested in encouraging people to give talks about their lives, and he certainly has a silver tongue. What, pray tell, is the title of her book, with pictures of you within? Isn't it marvelous to be so enshrined?? And you, certainly, deserve every bit of it. Can't wait to try those jumbles... do they have lobster as a primary ingredient?? Have heard that the gaol has a huge, cavernous 'center/primary' room, with smaller rooms round about - with a circular stair leading downwards, toward the depths of the dreaded dungeons. Just the sort of place our lovely Dragon will love, as he can perch on the ramparts, while we can make jolly in the primary room. Julianna, and the girls > From: janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk > To: Cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2012 17:26:32 +0000 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 - take off > > Sorry, been a bit delayed by over indulgence in Lamb's Wool (mulled cider). > Also having trouble trying to ditch that Janet in darkest Devon - she wanted > me to give a talk on my life in the C17th for her this evening - the cheek > of it. Just because she's written a book with pictures of me in it she > thinks she can boss me about. > I have looked out my best bum roll and coif and will set to baking some > jumbles. > Will bring my pillory and stocks for any recalcitrant prisoners or parrots. > > Mistress Agnes >

Here we are - up, up, and away - in our beautiful balloon. . 'Tis been a lovely, lovely trip. After gliding o're the foaming waves - which were actually rather smooth, glistening lines shimmering into the far horizon - and in which, when we were studying the sealife, we spotted a shiny little boat (well, relatively small, compared to the humongous 6,000-passenger ships which ply the Mediterranean now) which we were thrilled to see was Albert, and his lively crew. As we were floating at the whim of the breeze, couldn't circle him, but we did wave coloured scarves and called Whoo Hoooo. Hopefully, he noticed, and didn't mistake our friendly banners for warnings! (Shall HAVE to learn flag-signaling; know a very nice midshipman who might oblige in lessons. Note to the diary!).Have heard from Emidy's band - you know, the one so often mentioned in the West Briton, who play for all the prominent events in Cornwall. They'll attend in full regalia, and play their best. However, they're very, very grateful a boom box will be provided with wonderful music by the Cornish Choir. It will be a delovely alternative - and they can then have a sip or two of mulled cider, with perhaps a cucumber sandwich or two. Or whatever bandsmen eat at the side of the building on their breaks..The greens for the gaol should be delivered quite soon. I've directed the very kind gentleman to deliver the goods to Ed, Bodmin Gaol, Bodmin, lower level dungeon one, cell number 278. So Ed, please keep an eye out. And please, tuck whatever extra candles he provides somewhere or other - perhaps in crevasses about your cell? Don't want you in the dark ever! By now, your very skinny rats have been warned off, or perhaps dyed in an interesting pattern and colour? If so, they'll fit right in with all the other animals, and perhaps might find some enjoyment in joining the others in a conga line. Have taught the girls to whine/yelp a quite musical version of "Always Look On the Bright Side of Life..." by Monty Python. (Perfect rhythm for a kick-line, too.) That will distract Kira, the Keeshond, from her predatory predilections..Just in case, we've tucked away a smidge of cheese for your companion's delectation..Have taken the liberty of inviting the cream of local respectable families - the local gentry, should we say; most especially, that local family - you know, the one whose youngest son is rather known to have fathered many of the children born in the past few years round-abouts. Quite lively, one should guess - and would certainly add some spark to the party. I believe he's tall enough to dance with a lady in 7 inch diamond-studded high heels!! (Although one has to admit, a Cornish Hobbit would be a wonderful partner in a dance or two. They love to frolic, and bounce about, and would be absolutely stunning in a jig, large feet and all.).Now to remember that surname!! was it Arundell? Rashleigh? Carlyon? Oh well, he must be among some of the crowd who've accepted our invitation. It sounds like we're going to have a marvelous, wonderful time, with all that scrumptious food. I'm dreaming that some kind someone will bring fresh seafood... lobster....crab......oh, yes. Has been a long, long time I've been without it!! Has anyone tucked such into their tucker?? Think we could invite Escoffier as official chef, and master of the fest?? he'd be absolutely fabulous, darlings.....Ta for now - see you in the forenoon!!.Julianna."Always look on the bright side of Life. Oh Always Look on the Bright Side of Life. Hum dum, hum dum de de dum...." > From: dccows@comcast.net > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2012 16:22:36 -0700 > Subject: [CORNISH] 2012 party > > This year I rounded up Chitty Chitty Bang Bang with driver Dick VanDyke. He > made a detour to Germany for old time sake so I'm running late. Now we are > on our way and will be there soon. Bodmin Goal is one place in Cornwall I > have not visited so not sure of what I'll find good thing there will be all > of you Cornish list friends there. I'm bringing my Christmas candy I make > every year and Applesauce cake with caramel icing. I have my beautiful > white gown with sparkling sequins all over it and Satin dark blue cloak. > Sapphire jewels set in silver to accent the outfit. I need to find out where > Lady Lorna got her alarm system so I can protect my jewels. I can hardly > wait to see everyone. I do hope the weather is better than when I was in > Cornwall the end of June all I saw was rain and fog. But then we can have > whatever kind of weather we want at this party I wish it had been that way > when I was there! Dick said he would be one of our entertainers at the > ball. He should add a little excitement to the evening. It's getting bumpy > up here so will sign off. > > Connie in snow covered ground (5 inches) and cold Utah > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Sorry, been a bit delayed by over indulgence in Lamb's Wool (mulled cider). Also having trouble trying to ditch that Janet in darkest Devon - she wanted me to give a talk on my life in the C17th for her this evening - the cheek of it. Just because she's written a book with pictures of me in it she thinks she can boss me about. I have looked out my best bum roll and coif and will set to baking some jumbles. Will bring my pillory and stocks for any recalcitrant prisoners or parrots. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: hlmw Sent: Wednesday, December 19, 2012 5:05 PM To: Cornish Subject: [CORNISH] Party 2012 - take off Having fished my two red, featherless parrots out from under the bed and reassured them that Keeshonds and Smoky cats do not eat parrots they are agreeing to hang onto the red feather boa for the mini-seconds flight to Bodmin Gaol (Jail). I will be wearing my purple sequinned jeans with a white satin shirt, new white cowgirl boots with diamond studded 7" heels (new this season), a purple Stetson Cowgirl hat with a huge ruby on the front of the hat band and strings of emeralds, sapphires and pearls hanging down the back - a bit different from last year. Hobbits beware, burglar alarms will go off if anything with long fingers approaches and the large ruby will flash whenever dogs and cats come near. Cousin Geoff, get out that old Siwash Sweater, hitch up your Kookaburras and get going. Where is the banquet room in the gaol (jail)? I am bringing a monster trifle made with lots of sherry by the Cornish Chef at the Calgary Tower who speaks with a Swedish accent... we are ready for take-off..... Light the ends of the ref feather boa and wheeeeeeee! We are space-bound! Lady Lorna of the Virtuous something-or-other ... and a tip of the hat to JohnO. Maybe he will turn up at the gaol (jail) as a ghostly Henry VIII . ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message