Birds ~

Flame-templed Babbler (Dasycrotapha speciosa) endemic to the Philippines by Indigo Stain.

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COUNTY GALWAY, IRELAND 1915🍀🍀

COUNTY GALWAY, IRELAND 1915

▪️A life of hardship shows on the faces and in the clothes of this Galway couple, photographed in 1915 on their way to the local market. They are probably not as old as their appearance suggests, given the average life expectancy in Ireland at this time was 53 years.
▪️He seems to be reasonably well shod, but she appears to have rags tied around her feet, as she sucks on her clay pipe. But… they still walk arm in arm.

(Picture: National Geographic)

Jane Austen ~ Diary exerts🌹🌹🌹

When Winchester races first took their beginning
It is said the good people forgot their old Saint
Not applying at all for the leave of Saint Swithin
And that William of Wykeham’s approval was faint.

The races however were fixed and determined
The company came and the Weather was charming
The Lords and the Ladies were satine’d and ermined
And nobody saw any future alarming.–

But when the old Saint was informed of these doings
He made but one Spring from his Shrine to the Roof
Of the Palace which now lies so sadly in ruins
And then he addressed them all standing aloof.

‘Oh! subjects rebellious! Oh Venta depraved
When once we are buried you think we are gone
But behold me immortal! By vice you’re enslaved
You have sinned and must suffer, ten farther he said

These races and revels and dissolute measures
With which you’re debasing a neighboring Plain
Let them stand–You shall meet with your curse in your pleasures
Set off for your course, I’ll pursue with my rain.

Ye cannot but know my command o’er July
Henceforward I’ll triumph in shewing my powers
Shift your race as you will it shall never be dry
The curse upon Venta is July in showers–‘.

~ – Jane Austen

Jane Austen ~When Stretch’d on One’s Bed

When stretch’d on one’s bed
With a fierce-throbbing head,
Which preculdes alike thought or repose,
How little one cares
For the grandest affairs
That may busy the world as it goes!

How little one feels
For the waltzes and reels
Of our Dance-loving friends at a Ball!
How slight one’s concern
To conjecture or learn
What their flounces or hearts may befall.

How little one minds
If a company dines
On the best that the Season affords!
How short is one’s muse
O’er the Sauces and Stews,
Or the Guests, be they Beggars or Lords.

How little the Bells,
Ring they Peels, toll they Knells,
Can attract our attention or Ears!
The Bride may be married,
The Corse may be carried
And touch nor our hopes nor our fears.

Our own bodily pains
Ev’ry faculty chains;
We can feel on no subject besides.
Tis in health and in ease
We the power must seize
For our friends and our souls to provide.

~ When Stretch’d on One’s Bed – Jane Austen

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