By pictured parchment flies seasons joyess ambassador. Greetings tended unto me by sweet folk too long not under my gaze. Memories savoured once more returned upon the names therein. Much honoured and loved gentle master had I broken bread with and strode a parallel path in toil and industry. Thy sons strong and fair I hath seen rise in stature by fertile guidance and daughter by marriage virtuous and honest flower of life.
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Yet one be absent. Had I in haste to drink of these glad tidings thy name overlooked. Noble lady of the house generous of heart and mother of aforesaid flower whom God in his wisdom hath sought to test with grave.....affliction.
Oh, northern sun of my heart too briefly risen hath sunk once more into chill night. Had I one ounce of premonition all haste would I have made. Once prudent merchant of my time I have squandered such wealth in idle pursuits. Architect of many a great restoration had I drafted plans and works commenced with insufficient funds. Poor retch’d soul, have I constitution to labour once more for integrities credit.
To spoil not modest humours of holy celebration I bid them leave to thy own company and resolve of a pilgrimage at thou own convenience. Till then shall I ruminate belated conveyance of sympathy avoiding impotent salutation. Till then to acquire such courage to look thou straight on, not to approach eyes lowered as would a prisoner hoping of salvation chalk marked on the floor.
Presently did I pay homage in loving memory of thy gentle lady. Though I not of the faith hath devised some ceremony befitting thine nature and mine. Nay to confuse purse for heart as did foregone conqueror, patron of church yet despoiler of village shall I make sacrifice of some dear thing be it dear to me only. A picture I had of rain soaked shadowy forest grove and rarely trod trail fading into mist reminiscent of pathway to that otherworldly place inscribed with thy name and put to the torch.
Consideration I gave to commission reproduction before destruction, nay, to answer thyself, more make it the sacrifice more be it the dedication. Ashes upon fair lady’s much loved sea did I fleece at the turning of the tide, then to baptise thyself in sanctified waves as to wash away sin of neglect.
Coming from an Anglo-Celtic backgroud I have an interest in English history though being of a working class environment my interest is higher than general knowledge but not so accute as to be termed historian.
I can be somewhat political & playing the Devil's Advocate on occasions gives people a false perception of my ideals.