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This past Sunday, like millions of other people, I watched the Superbowl. Ordinarily I am not inclined to watch sports, but we were visiting my in-laws and they wanted to watch the game and I certainly didn’t mind. It could not have been a more exciting game. I had a stake in it, considering that the Baltimore Ravens are practically on our doorstep.

I got to wondering….Did they play “football” (meaning soccer and rugby or any ball games played on a field) in the Regency? The only Regency competitive sports I’ve ever read about were boxing, horse racing or carriage racing, but not team sports. Still, it stood to reason that team sports were played, at least in schools and at village fairs. After all, there is a famous quote that Wellington never said: The battle of Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton.

Football_gravure_1750Games using a ball and involving kicking have been around since ancient times and have existed in diverse cultures. In Medieval times games were played on Shrovetide, Easter or Christmas and often consisted on one mob of fellows from one village playing against a mob from another. The ball might have been an inflated animal bladder and the point of a game to bring it to one end of the field.

Between 1300 and 1600 games of football were banned in several parts of the British Isles. In 1349 Edward III banned games of football because it distracted men from practicing archery (and being prepared for war). In 1608 football was banned in Manchester because it created “greate disorder in our towne of Manchester…and glasse windowes broken yearlye and spoyled by a companie of lewd and disordered persons….” Sounds like some things don’t change much!

Harrow_School_Footer_FieldExcept for holidays, the average man had no leisure time to play sports so the places where football flourished were the English public (meaning private) schools, like Eton, Winchester and Rugby. The English public schools were the first to codify football games, although the rules were often different with each school.

The first known sets of rules were those of Eton in 1815 (the year of the battle of Waterloo). And THAT did happen during the Regency!

Did you watch the game? What did you think of it?
Do you root for a favorite team?
Do you know anything more about team sports during the Regency?

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Hi–These are some additional images to go with the blog post to follow (Blanchard and Jeffries’ balloon flight across the English Channel). Blogger tends to start to refuse uploads of pictures once my post gains a certain size, it seems, so I couldn’t include these.

It’s interesting to note that two of the three pictures show the craft with some of the articles that were thrown overboard. They did not make it to Calais with the “wings” attached.

The take-off from Dover. Picture two shows them divesting themselves of excess weight.

Arrival in France….

Laurie

It is Saturday, and as usual, it is one of the two days I have to catch up on everything I couldn’t do during the week–and to make it even worse, the sun has come out and is shining on the nice, fluffy new snow. I am thinking about our Regency House Party next week and what I am going to present (it’s a secret!). As for today…

JANUARY 7, 1558. France regains Calais–the last English possession on the French mainland.

JANUARY 7, 1610. Galileo discovers the four satellites of the planet Jupiter.

JANUARY 7, 1785. Frenchman Jean-Pierre Blanchard and his patron Dr. John Jeffries crossed the
English Channel by hydrogen balloon. Hmm. This sounds interesting.

JANUARY 7, 1789. George Washington becomes president in the first US national election.

Let’s go back to the balloon. I’ve always wanted to ride in a balloon; besides that, this little
adventure happened just before the period we call the Regency.

Jean Pierre Francois Blanchard was a small Frenchman, born in Normandy of poor parents, who made his name in early ballooning history. Dr. John Jeffries was his patron from Boston, Massachusetts who accompanied him on their historic crossing of the English Channel from Dover to Calais, France. (Hm–an interesting connection. France regained Calais on Jan 7, 1558. Synchronicity!).

Blanchard built his first balloon (hydrogen) in 1784 and took it on its first flight on March 2nd from the Champ de Mars in Paris. In 1785 he moved to London in search of patrons and conducted further experiments there. I do take exception to Blanchard carrying out his first experiment with parachutes by dropping from his balloon a CAT attached to a silk parachute in 1785! Anyone who knows me knows my affinity for cats, even though I have just returned to my chair after my cat dipped his paw into my coffee cup. He has now claimed my chair, so I am sitting on the edge of it, typing.

In any event, Dr. Jeffries was an enthusiast, and he had a practice in London, so he became a partner with Blanchard on the historic Channel flight. There is now a cat on my keyboard…

Blanchard was an interesting character. He made up for his small frame with intelligence, a flambuoyant personality, and wiliness. He didn’t want to share the Channel passage with his patron and tried to show that the balloon would not lift both Jeffries and himself by attaching a belt of lead weights under his coat, but he was found out! Hence both he and Jeffries took off from the edge of the cliffs of Dover at 1 PM.

However, the balloon was truly overweighted, as they could not get enough height. They began throwing the ballast overboard–extravagant gondola decorations, Blanchard’s steering gear consisting of wings he had constructed, followed by the anchors, then the men’s coats, then their trousers. As they were skimming the waves the balloon began to climb, and they crossed the French coast and landed safely twelve miles inland–in their underwear.

There is more to Blanchard’s story, but I am stopping here on his achievement of January 7. Still, there is one more bit worth mentioning–Blanchard made another ascention in Philadelphia at dawn on January 9, 1793, and George Washington was a witness to his ascent.

More synchronicity!
Laurie

Laurie Bishop
LORD RYBURN’S APPRENTICE
SIGNET, January, 2006.


Since my confession last week that I’m a commuter reader, I wanted to tell you about my current sensational read on the train, The Courtesan’s Revenge by Frances Wilson, subtitled Harriette Wilson, the Woman who Blackmailed the King. And what a wild ride it is!

“Revenge writing is a female genre,” comments Wilson. “Men who have been left by women or made cuckolds by rivals either lick their wounds in humiliated silence or start the Trojan Wars.” Harriette Wilson had a grand time gleefully mocking her aristocratic lovers in her infamous Memoirs, published in installments to an enthralled public. Full of inaccuracies, but equally full of life, the Memoirs are the best in creative non-fiction. But her voice is true, impudent, and devastating. Here’s an encounter with the Duke of Wellington (in whom she later inspired the comment “Publish and be damned”):

Wellington called on me, the next morning before I had finished breakfast. I tried him on every subject I could muster. On all, he was inpenetrably taciturn. At last he started an original idea of his own…
“I wonder you do not get married, Harriette.”
(Bye-the-bye, ignorant people are always wondering.)
“Why so?”
Wellington, however, gives no reason for anything unconnected with fighting, at least since the convention of Cintra; and he therefore again became silent. Another burst of attic sentiment burst forth.
“I was thinking of you last night, after I got into bed.”
“How very polite to the Duchess,” I observed.

On another gentleman …[he] had long been our family’s friend, equally at hand to congratulate us on our marriages, our simple fornications, our birthdays, or our unexpected deaths…

As a courtesan she occupied a unique position in society–because she was fashionable, both the respectable and the dissolute were drawn to her. One of my favorite excerpts in the book is an account of a journey she took (to chase down her current protector and the money he owed her) in the company of a friend’s maiden aunt with the family’s full blessing and some emergency updating of the lady’s twenty-five year old wardrobe.

“I am old enough and thank God I am no beauty,” Aunt Martha declared, “and I may do what I please with my little fortune. I have never been ten miles from my native place and I want to see the world!”

Now that’s a mind-boggling thought–Mary Crawford on a road trip with Miss Bates. One of those things you’d never get away with in fiction…


But what Mrs. Bennett didn’t say is sometimes it feels like you could.

I’m so annoyed. The kids have just gone back to school and this was supposed to be my chance to reconnect with my writing. Instead, I’m battling a stuffy nose, the plugged ears, chest congestion, cough and interrupted sleep. Despite the vaporizer fogging our upstairs with eucalyptus steam and a full complement of medicines, traditional and herbal, I am just barely functional when I wanted to be blazing into the new story. It’s so not fair!

Anyway, I thought I’d check out one of my period sources on medicine. It’s DOMESTIC MEDICINE, by William Buchan, first published in 1769 with 18 subsequent editions. (Click here to access the etext for the 1785 edition.) Buchan was pretty forward-thinking about general health and prevention and many of his suggestions are far less kooky than those of his counterparts (though that’s not saying much!) I think of it as the sort of book my heroines might have owned and used to help keep their families healthy during the happily-ever-after.

Anyway, here are some suggestions:

“THE patient ought to lie longer than usual a-bed…”

Please, Dr. Buchan, tell that to my kids!

“A SYRUP made of equal parts of lemon-juice, honey, and sugar-candy, is likewise very proper in this kind of cough. A table-spoonful of it may be taken at pleasure.”

This sounds very nice.

“If the pulse therefore be hard and frequent, the skin hot and dry, and the patient complains of his head or breast, it will be necessary to bleed, and to give the cooling powders recommended in the scarlet fever, every three or four hours, till they give a stool.”

I checked some of the recommended medications, and they include “Peruvian bark” and “snake root”. Googling these exotic terms, I learned that Peruvian Bark is also called cinchona bark, and can still be used to treat fevers. Seneca Snake Root has expectorant properties. OK, so far, Dr. Buchan is not so dumb.

However, I don’t think my medicine cabinet contains any Peruvian Bark or Snake Root…

And the bleeding I could definitely do without!

Here’s another tidbit.

“MANY attempt to cure a cold by getting drunk. But this, to say no worse of it, is a very hazardous experiment.”

Aw, I’m willing to try it at this point. It couldn’t make me feel any worse, could it????

Elena
LADY DEARING’S MASQUERADE, nominee, RT Best Regency of 2005
www.elenagreene.com

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