Life’s never perfect. I have been up North for a few days staying with friends and, can you believe it, the lanyard is broken on their flagpole.
It is inaccessible; even the youngest and most agile under-footman at Blandings would struggle to get up there and my host opined that he needs a cherry-picker. I don’t think he means a soldier in the 11th Hussars.
We attended the cathedral on Holy Wednesday and I noticed this memorial.
MILDRED a Daughter of
The Right Reverend SIR GEORGE FLEMING
of Rydall Hall Baronet
Lord Bishop of Carlisle
and Relict of
EDWARD STANLEY of Ponfonby Hall Efquire
died June 27th 1789
Aged 71
In grateful Remembrance of an affectionate Parent
whofe maternal Tendernefs exemplary Fortitude & Chriftian Refignation
in trying feenes of domeftic Affliction
were ever eminently confpicuous
and whofe terreftrial Remains
(Such alas! is the humbling Lot of Mortality)
are mingled here with Duft and Afhes
GEORGE EDWARD STANLEY of Ponfonby Hall Efquire
Her only son
and the only Survivor of her ifsue
caufed this monument to be erected
These days social services would be called in before the stone mason had finished to look into Mildred’s “trying feenes of domestic Affliction” but perhaps her son refers to the loss of her other children. You may, pedantically, be interested in the substitution of f for s in which case I cannot be of help.
Having a different “s” for the middle of the word than for the end is not uncommon: think of the German Fraktur printing, or of Greek, where the sigma changes at the end of the word.
But what I came here to say was that it was Mildred’s terrestrial remains, not her “territorial remains” that are mixed with dust and ashes. (And “duft” is a fine misreading, if one thinks of the German.)
I have corrected “terreftrial” – thank you.
Wishing you from Yorkshire a great Easter. Amicalement
Thierry