Don’t tell Spring a secret if you wish to keep it so.
Even her buried treasure cannot help but grow.
After winter’s hush and hiss, she’s destined to be
A little of a tattletale and share in what she please.
In true fashion of the era, Victorian scandals were as prim as they were preposterous.
The Queen was no exception.
Her reign nearly ended before it began thanks to an accusation. No doubt a ploy to discredit Sir John Conroy, Victoria made veiled accusations targeting a lady-in-waiting who’d recently presented a swollen abdomen. . . and had been most recently traveling alone with the manipulative comptroller.
Adamant of her purity, Lady Flora Hastings humbled herself to the court’s suspicions and, to her great humiliation, submitted to an examination by the royal doctor.
Her diagnosis of liver disease proved Lady Hastings was, in fact, not with child. Further, it confirmed to Queen Victoria’s adversaries that she still was one.
The “baby” scandal wasn’t the only plot that backfired. . .
To tell of Easter is to speak of hope.
As well it should be. For the holiday celebrates a promise of new life and the resurrection of one—that of Jesus Christ. His story unfolds from each pulpit on Easter Sunday, but also the days leading up.
The Thursday before hosts what’s known in England as the Royal Maundy. Each sovereign tailors the event in some way. During Queen Victoria’s reign, she determined the event be held at Westminster Abbey. It is there that she addressed the congregation and upheld the tradition of distributing something much more precious than candy. . .
The photographs were black and white. However, the subject was gray in its entirety.
How could two cousins of nine and sixteen procure evidence of pixies when no other had afore? With a borrowed camera, Frances Griffiths and Elsie Wright presented five most compelling pictures of fairies at Cottingley brook. Of course, their summer (1917) antics couldn’t stay merely between them.