Capt. Sterling

Penning a letter to my sister...

Oh not a stir, tis a good question actually...

Try over at myspace... his son was shot a month or so ago, so he has his hands full, perhaps that is why he hasn't been about...

Yes please and will contact Fayma pronto. And aye, fwiw, they did allow them for sleeping last year but they had to come down during the day...with the new park staff, we do need a "ruling" on this for this year... will let you all know as soon as I hear.

Thanks Bo. See pm... as always much obliged for all your help.

Now, now gents, one must make note that he is trying to get rid of them...

Ebay bucket boots - cheap I can't believe I'm doing this... sniggering...

Welcome to the pub!

bump still looking for one more spare

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Thank ye Sgt. Yer information has been forwarded along..

Hmm no reason why you couldn't write to more than one persons...the Verneys wrote hundreds of letters with the head of the family feeling it was his duty to write just about everyone in his area whether blood relative or no... the question then becomes why are you writing them? Business? Personal? Which could help with your character development even to the point where you start questioning yourself as to would you really be discussing such things with person X.. ? Really helps with the mindset of the period... I guess if you get folks who are interested to jot down their character you could start pairing them off after wards... For instance for Sterling to write his wife, sister and even his estranged father makes sense. For Sterling to write the laundress of an opposing ship...? why would he? unless... hmmm there were perhaps some alternative motive .... Oi Silkie... if you bribe the captain enough he could write for Finn ... just think, because Finn can't read, all the extra news that could be put into the body of the letter regarding what Finn has really been up to....

Oi I thought ye were working here?

Lack there of perhaps, but never?

http://www.virtualjamestown.org/fhaccounts_date.html

Never???

MMMmmmm partridge... oi Pew shove over and save some for the rest of us.

Hmmm good luck with this as it can be a lot of fun... only tricky part being, who writes to whom and why, especially if you want to develop your personal character.

Stress? Hand sewing??? Just ONE set of clothing?? snigger... ye bet I'm gonna flog ye on this one Patrick... stop with the porn and break out the needle and thread...

OMG, my head hurts....

Well isn't this just the worst news! Sorry I am to hear this and hoping things will change for the better quickly.

Aye tis all the rage... .ahem.. so I have been told...**cough** and actually they are from newspaper accounts

Oi Cuz... thought ye might find these a bit up yer alley... 24 January 1719 Bedlam, Jan. 18. IT is not long since one of the female inhabitants of these frantick territories, gave the following occasion for a very pleasing entertainment. Some bricklayers happen’d to be a work here, to repair and clear the passage leading to Common-Shore; who going to dinner, and leaving the ladder which descended to the Common-Shore, standing, the said inhabitant had a sort of an odd notion, that the workmen had been prying into the Secrets of the Lower World, and therefore (no body seeing her) she went down the ladder, which led into the Common-Shore, and in that subterraneous cavern, finding none to controul or stop her passage, she travell’d with great pleasure and curiosity, till she came to Tokenhouse Yard, which is near half a mile: There it happen’d, that a couple of young female coming to the vault [i.e. outside toilet], head a voice below, crying, Who the plague are ye? What d’ye make that noise for? What, is the Devil in ye? Upon which, away flew the women, not staying to look behind ’em. And coming half frighten’d into the house, said the Devil was in the vault. Accordingly more company going, they still heard the same noise: Upon which, they call’d out, and ask’d, Who’s there? What are ye? The Devil, replied the traveller below. How came you there? said they. Nay, How the Devil know I, answer’d the madwoman; why don’t ye bring me a candle, that I may find my way. Finding it certainly to be a humane voice, they fear’d somebody might accidentqally have fallen in, and therefore they immediately went to work to deliver the poor wretch from her stinking thraldom, and found of her a lamentable spectacle: So that they began to question how she came there, and where she liv’d. She answer’d, That she was going to Hell, but had lost her way; that there were several in her company who had got thither, and the gate was shut upon them, but she had lost her way; but she said, She would overtake them by and by. These wild expressions made some of them fancy she was a mad woman, and after some consideration, they resolv’d to bring her hither, where she was presently own’d, and the people that brought her let us into the story; but her head still runs on her Journey, and she talks of little else. (Weekly Journal, or, British Gazetteer) ADVERTISEMENT 16 October 1725 Concerning Lunatick or Melancholy Persons. Any person that has friend or relation (of the female sex) afflicted with l may have them treated with the greatest care and lenity, where there is a large garden, good air, and a very pleasant situation, not far from London. They are attended by nurses or servants of their own sex; no man-servant being allow’d of. There is likewise good accommodation, at an easy rate, for women-lunaticks, or melancholy persons, who are deem’d or thought incurable. Enquire at the Golden Key near the Penny Post Office in St. Christopher’s Church-Yard, Threadneedle-Street, near the Royal-Exchange, and know farther. N.B. No men lunaticks are entertain’d at the same House. [Weekly Journal, or The British Gazetteer] 13 January 1726 There is a subscription going on towards the building for incurable lunaticks adjoining to Bethlem-Hospital in Moorfields, at the book for that purpose is left with John Taylor, Esq. Treasurer of the said Hospital, at his house in New-Street in Shoe-Lane, near Fleet-Street. The Preamble whereof is as follows, viz. Whereas the Hospital of Bethlem, London, was erected by charitable contributions, and intended for the harbouring poor lunaticks whose distraction might probably be cured, and the revenues thereof are appropriated for the providing diet and physick for such patients, and servants proper to attend them during such time as there appears any hopes of recovering them to their former senses: But when after tryal made with the greatest application and diligence, a cure is not found practicable, then such are, by the rules of the Hospital, discharged from thence, to make room for the admision of others whose cure may probably be effected. And whereas these incurable lunaticks, when discharged, are destitute of relief, and no provision has hitherto been made for their support by the publick, notwithstanding they are in themselves the most helpless and deplorable objects of charity, and to their neighbours most expensive and dangerous: Upon these considerations, the Governours of Bethlem Hospital, ever ready to promote acts of charity, made application to the Mayor, commonalty, and citizens of the City of London, for a grant of a piece of ground in Moorfields, part whereof was a common foot way, in order to build apartments for habouring one hundred incurable lunaticks, half men and half women, which grant they have lately obtained; and they have also obtained His Majesty's Royal Licence for inclosing the said foot way, for the purposes aforesaid, and have begun to build thereon out of some benefactions already given for that use; but the said Governours cannot perfect the same, and raise a fund for the maintenance of such incurable lunaticks and necessary attendants, without the assistance of well-disposed persons. Now therefore, we whose names are hereunto subscribed, have voluntarily contracted and paid the several sums of money by us respectively underwritten, for and towards the advancing and carrying on of a charity so great and well designed, hoping that they who enjoy the blessing of a right mind, will lend their assistance to them who are ever like to want it. [Daily Courant] 16 April 1726 By the Report of the Governors of the several hospitals under the care of the Lord Mayor and the citizens of London, it appears, that for the year last past there have been put forth apprentices out of Christ’s Hospital 116 children to several trades and callings, 10 whereof being instructed in the mathematicks, were put forth to the Commanders of ships. Children now remaining under the care and charge of the said Hospital, Buried the last year, There have been cured and discharged from St. Bartholomew’s Hospital the same year, of wounded, maimed, sick, and diseased persons, Buried the same year, Remaining there under cure, Cured and discharged from St. Thomas’s Hospital for the year last past, Buried from thence this year, Remaining under cure, Received this year into the Hospital of Bridewell, vagrants, &c. Apprentices brought up in diverse arts and trades in the said Hospital, Admitted into the Hospital of Bethlem, distracted men and women, Cured there of their lunacy, Distracted persons bured the last year, Remaining there under cure, 997 3 3564 245 563 4873 392 652 289 87 93 65 9 148 [Weekly Journal, or The British Gazetteer] 28 June 1729 Some days ago a woman, one of the poor distracted patients in Bedlam, by some means made her escape out of that hospital, being stark naked, and ran about Moor-fields in that condition, to the great terror of the people before she could be secured; which was done at last by throwing her down, and entangling her with cords. (London Journal)