Oswald Birley, David Cecil, 6th Marquess of Exeter, 1936
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Oswald Birley, David Cecil, 6th Marquess of Exeter, 1936
But, once youth is past, such a heart can only find complete and continuing fulfilment in family life, in the close stable relationship that a man has with wife and children. Here Melbourne had been cruelly treated by fate. Born to be a husband and father, he found himself, through no fault of his own, when near on seventy, a childless widower; well liked by many, but needed by none.
David Cecil.
And this is how I met my desperate death too.
Melbourne at this stage of his history has been aptly and beautifully described as an “Autumn rose”. But he is an autumn rose blooming miraculously in spring-time, the green, budding springtime of the new Victorian epoch . . .
William Lamb 2nd Viscount Melbourne by David Cecil’s quotes.
One of the most notable of the Welsh émigrés [to London] was David Seisyllt of Alltyrynys, reported as ‘having fled out of England with Henry of Richmond’. He became a sergeant of the guard, a landowner in Northamptonshire, and founder of the Cecils, the most brilliant administrative dynasty of Tudor England. This kind of migration had often happened before – Henry [VII]’s own grandfather, Owain Tudor, was a noteworthy example of it. What was new about the process in Henry’s reign was the much greater scale on which Welshmen were encouraged to go. So many Welshmen appeared at court and in London and were so eager in their pursuit of honour and profit that the poet [John] Skelton, reflecting the prejudice they aroused, suggested that St Peter’s precedent of shouting ‘caws pôb’ [toasted cheese] — of which Welshmen were inordinatley fond — and locking the gates of heaven as soon as all the Welshmen ran out, should be followed in London!
Glanmor Williams, Renewal and Reformation: Wales c. 1415-1642 (1993)
Found written among old jests how God made St Peter porter of heaven. And that God of his goodness suffered many men to come to the kingdom with small deserving. At which time, there was in heaven a great company of Welshmen which with their rankling and babbling troubled all the others. Wherefore God says to St Peter that he was weary of them and he would feign have them out of heaven. To whom St Peter said, ‘Good Lord, I warrant you that shall be shortly done’. Wherefore St Peter went outside of heaven gates and cried with a loud voice, ‘Cause Babe! Cause Baby!’, that is as much as to say ‘Roasted cheese!’. Which thing the Welshmen hearing ran out of heaven a great pace… And when St Peter saw them all out he suddenly went into Heaven and locked the door! and so appeared all the Welshmen out!
– Andrew Boorde (1490-1549), The Breviary and Dyetary
Lord David Cecil
British biographer and historian
Judging by Appearances
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Snapshots of Lord David Cecil; Edward ('Eddy') Sackville-West; Virginia Woolf and Lytton Strachey in the garden