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Lew Ayres on a vintage postcard
The Wreck of the HMS Gloucester
The HMS Gloucester was wrecked in the North Sea, about 30 miles off the shore of Norfolk, England, shortly after dawn on 6 May 1682. It was a warship in the navy of Charles II of England (r. 1660-1685), and at the time of its loss, it was the flagship of a small fleet of ten ships on their way to Scotland to fetch Mary of Modena, the pregnant wife of James, Duke of York, the brother of Charles and the future James II of England (r. 1685-1688).
James Recalled from Exile
James and his wife had been in virtual exile for the best part of three years because they were Catholics, and a vitriolic anti-Catholic mood had spread through the nation in the late 1670s. But Charles, aware of his own failing health and his lack of a legitimate child, was becoming increasingly anxious to rehabilitate James, as his heir, at the center of government.
James, for his part, now that he was being allowed back into London was anxious to make a great show of his return to center stage. So, instead of a low-key voyage in a single royal yacht, which would have been his more usual style of transport, he decided to travel in a third-rate warship, accompanied by five other warships and four royal yachts. The third-rates were the favored ships for longer voyages, faster and more nimble than their larger consorts, and more comfortable and capacious than the smaller ones. The disaster, however, that ensued, and which resulted in the loss of over 150 lives, caused a great furore at the time, and has been a subject of much conjecture and controversy ever since.
On its final voyage, the Gloucester was carrying not just James, but a large coterie of his most loyal friends and supporters, aristocrats like the Earl of Roxburgh, merchants such as Sir James Dick who was Lord Provost of Edinburgh, the slave trader William Freeman, the famous scientist and physician Sir Charles Scarborough, and military men like John Churchill, who was later to become the Duke of Marlborough. As well as these notables, a large number of James' royal household were on board, together with a handpicked selection of royal musicians for entertainment on route, and his own huntsmen for his amusement when he arrived. In addition to all these passengers, there were nearly 200 seamen on the ship.
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Nicola Matteis (ca. 1670 - after 1713) - Ayres in C-Major for Recorder, Violin and Continuo, V. Fuga - Another Fuga: Presto (Book IV, page 28). Performed by Theatrum Affectuum on period instruments.
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FORGOT TO POST THIS MAN, HERE IS MY RITO OC AYRES
there is much to him but im also afraid of explaining, knowing if people see it theyre gonna think hes weird. welp, its gonna happen some day but anyways here he is. i drew him before this but i didnt like the design so i changed it up
hes based off of my favorite bird, the steller's sea eagle
My presentsss! #reyesmagos #nendoroid #haikyuu #toukenranbu #ayres #pusheen (en Bilbao, Spain)
Jerry Lofaro, A World the Color of Salt
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If Love it be not, what is this I feel? If it be Love, what Love is, fain I’d know? If good, why the effects severe and ill? If bad, why do its torments please me so? If willingly I burn, should I complain? If ‘gainst my will, what helps it to lament? Oh living Death! oh most delightful pain! How comes all this, if I do not consent? If I consent, 'tis madness then to grieve; Amidst these storms, in a weak boat I’m tost Upon a dangerous sea, without relief, No help from Reason, but in Error lost. Which way in this distraction shall I turn, That freeze in Summer, and in Winter burn?
Of Love by Philip Ayres