#Lord Ormskirk

[lothiriel84]

Cards on the Table (pt. 1)

A series of post-canon vignettes, each from a different character's point of view. [Part 1/2]

A Faro’s Daughter one-shot collection. Deborah Grantham/Max Ravenscar, with a side of Phoebe Laxton/Adrian Mablethorpe.

1. Lord Mablethorpe

When informed of his cousin’s engagement to Miss Grantham, Lord Mablethorpe immediately betook himself to St James’ Square, where he spent the better part of an hour questioning Deb as to what manner of horrible things Max could have done to thus prevail upon her. In the end, it was Deborah’s extravagant blush as she declared herself very much in love with the gentleman in question that eventually set his doubts to rest. As utterly baffled at this unforeseen turn of events as he still was, at least he had the presence of mind to wish her every happiness before taking his leave, and setting out for Grosvenor Square.

To Ravenscar’s credit, he met his cousin’s stern words on the subject of Miss Grantham’s wellbeing with a good deal of amusement, and promptly assured him that nothing could be farther from his intentions than to cause any further inconvenience to his betrothed; Lord Mablethorpe privately wondered at whatever past inconveniences Max might be referring to, but in the end he was too much in awe of his cousin to probe any deeper into the subject.

He didn’t get to see much of either Max or his intended bride after that, as he was planning to fetch Phoebe from Wales and properly introduce her into society as the new Lady Mablethorpe; he was therefore quite bemused upon received a letter from Arabella, in which she informed him she had taken it upon herself to act as chaperone to the loving couple, much to her elder brother’s chagrin. Being as much acquainted with Max’s habitual aloofness as he was with the matter-of-fact way Deb dealt with her suitors, he could hardly imagine the pair engaging in anything that might be deemed even remotely inappropriate; but then again, he couldn’t have imagined anything less likely than his headstrong cousin offering for the likes of Deborah Grantham, never mind her consenting to it, so perhaps he was the one in the wrong after all.

When informed of Miss Grantham’s impending marriage, young Lady Mablethorpe declared herself utterly delighted, and expressed a wish to call on Lady Bellingham’s as soon as they were back in London; she went as far as to timidly suggest she would like nothing better than to be introduced to Lord Mablethorpe’s cousin, as he was to be married to someone she owed so much of her happiness to – along with her dearest husband, of course.

Adrian made a mental note to write to Max, detailing how he desired for his new wife to be received, and assured Phoebe that he would grant her heart’s wish, in this as in all other matters.

2. Mr Ravenscar

With considerable effort, Max Ravenscar tore himself from his betrothed’s embrace, turning his glare upon the downright annoyance that was his younger sister.

“I have told you, Belle,” he warned her, struggling for some semblance of his usual composure. “If you don’t leave this instant – ”

“But my dearest brother, I couldn’t possibly do that,” she countered, all feigned innocence and concern. At that moment, he couldn’t agree more heartily with his stepmother’s wish to have the little minx safely married and out of their care. “You see, I do remember someone lecturing me at length on how gentlemen should never be trusted with a young woman’s reputation, and I’ll have you know I take such an enlightening piece of advice very seriously.”

“Very seriously indeed,” he retorted sarcastically, taking hold of Deb’s hands to prevent her from stepping away in her embarrassment. “If this is about that wretched ball you’ve pestering me about all week, I can tell you now – ”

“That we shall be glad to escort you to it, my dear,” Deborah interjected in a rush, meeting his frown with a determined look of her own. He opened his mouth to contradict her, noticed the telltale blush colouring her cheeks, and thought better of it.

“Oh! You truly are the dearest of creatures, Miss Grantham,” the little minx exclaimed in delight. “I can scarcely wait for the moment when I shall be able to call you my sister.”

You can’t wish for that more heartily than I do, he thought to himself, even as Arabella impulsively kissed their cheek in turn, and bolted for the door. Pausing on the threshold, she turned around, the perfect picture of mischief. “I will be back in half an hour. I trust you both to behave within the bounds of propriety in the meantime.”

“I shall never be able to look her in the eye again,” Deb lamented as her sister-to-be finally took her leave, yet did nothing to resist him when he gathered her back in his arms.

“Nonsense,” Max declared, wasting no time in resuming his previous attentions. Deborah sighed, made a token protest, then willingly surrendered herself to his embrace.

3. Lord Ormskirk

If there was one thing Lord Ormskirk despised more than being worsted, it was having his fiascos bandied about; which was precisely why he took every pain to make a show of civility towards Ravenscar, regardless of how much losing the divine Deborah to such a man stung him.

After all, he reflected somewhat cynically, he could hardly measure up to a man of Ravenscar’s wealth, and fool enough to offer the lady matrimony; at least young Mablethorpe had his youthful impetuosity to excuse him, but a gentleman of Ravenscar’s age and position ought to have displayed more sense. Unfortunately, his own pride prevented him from calling Ravenscar out, as it was more than apparent that – for some reason beyond his understanding – the delightful creature’s affections were irrevocably set on his younger rival, and he cared too much about his reputation as a gentleman to attempt anything about it.

As it was, he resolved to withstand the sight of the newlywed couple flitting about the crowded ballroom with the closest approximation to a bored smile he could manage. Looking as radiant as ever, Deborah never once left Ravenscar’s side, and was conducting herself with the dignity and grace of a gentlewoman; still, as the evening unfolded, Lord Ormskirk became aware of a curious alteration to her countenance, so much that he reluctantly started to pay attention to whatever manner of things were passing between husband and wife.

Ravenscar was doing his utmost to – provoke her, there was no two ways about it. From where he was standing, he had a clear view of Ravenscar’s hand resting at the small of her back, his thumb tracing lazy patterns over the fabric of her dress. Ormskirk could hardly recall any previous occasion in which the beautiful creature had looked this flustered, and by such a simple action at that. Ah, to be young, and in love, he sighed, shook his head, and lazily strolled towards the bowl of punch.

It was much later into the evening when he clapped his eyes again on the pair; Ravenscar was distractedly sipping a glass of port when Deborah sidled up to him, leaning closer to whisper something in his ear that very nearly caused Ravenscar to choke on his wine. After that, he appeared to be making his excuses to the rest of his party, and all but dragged his wife out of the room. Deborah’s musical laugh rang out clearly as they passed him by, blind to everything except one another, and whatever his sentiments towards the gentleman, Lord Ormskirk was forced to acknowledge how Ravenscar’s infamous luck extended much farther than his horses and cards.

4. Deborah Ravenscar (née Grantham)

Deborah woke up to her husband gently shaking her shoulder, and had she not been so impossibly tired, she would have been mortified to find herself in the position of relying entirely upon him to hand her out of the carriage. She even caught Arabella casting a worried look in her direction before wishing them both a good night and retiring to her chambers.

“It would appear I am turning more and more into a frail old matron by the day,” she jested half-heartedly as he dismissed both his valet and her maid, and insisted upon helping her out of her evening gown himself. “I am exceedingly sorry you had to find out only after our marriage.”

“I would hardly have expected this sort of thing to happen before our marriage,” she heard him utter under his breath, glanced up sharply to meet the odd look he was directing at her through the mirror.

“Whatever can you mean, Max?”

She studied his reflection as he reached for the brush and started applying it to her locks. There was something peculiar about his countenance, something she couldn’t quite place, no matter how hard she strived to.

“Had either of us been blessed with sensible female relations reasonably knowledgeable about such matters, I would have suggested you to seek out their advice,” he sighed. “However, I would never ask you to submit to the indignity of broaching such a delicate issue with my stepmother, or – heaven forbid – my aunt.”

“You’re forgetting Aunt Lizzie,” she protested weakly, by now thoroughly puzzled by his oblique remarks. The truth was, she was so very tired, and his gentle ministrations had her well on her way to falling asleep where she was seated.

Max had the decency to look vaguely embarrassed at her objection. “As admirable as your aunt is, I fear she might not be as well informed upon such matters as we might wish, or she would very likely have enlightened you upon your entering the married state.”

As the meaning of his words finally dawned upon her, she was suddenly grateful for the support provided by her chair, and the pair of steadying hands around her shoulders. She was dimly aware of the clatter of the brush hitting the floor as the room spun around her in a most dizzying fashion, and the next thing she knew she was lying on the bed in their shared chamber, her concerned husband dabbing at her temples with a damp cloth.

“I am well,” she hastened to reassure him, yet she had to concede he was probably right in preventing her from sitting up. “I’m just – surprised, that’s all.”

He considered her in that intent manner he occasionally displayed in her presence. “You truly had no reason to suspect that might be the case?”

“I – I did not think too much of it, if I am honest,” she admitted, fighting the blush she felt creeping upon her cheeks. “We’ve been married for scarcely over two months, after all.”

A teasing smile danced on his face. “And we have been nothing but diligent in our marital duties, dearest.”

Her cheeks in flame, she gathered whatever little amount of energy she still possessed to swat at his arm. “Max!”

“No need to sound so scandalised, my darling wife. But I will have the family physician summoned in the morning, so that we might seek further confirmation of your condition.”

Caught between utter bewilderment and bone-deep tiredness, she made no protest when he helped her shift under the bedcovers, tucking her in as if she were little more than an infant. He pressed his lips to her brow and she let out a sigh of contentment, and was only pulled back from the brink of sleep by a sudden thought. “However did you come to be so knowledgeable about such delicate matters, husband?”

He let out a soft chuckle, his fingers coming up to lightly caress her cheek. “You forget I have the misfortune of possessing a sister almost seventeen years my junior. And you should be well enough acquainted with Olivia by now to know that anyone living under the same roof as my esteemed stepmother would have no choice but to be extensively informed about every single one of her ailments, imaginary or otherwise.”

Deborah snorted her laugh into the pillow, and let his soothing caress lull her into a deep, dreamless slumber.

5. Lady Bellingham

Upon entering the house in Grosvenor Square, Lady Bellingham was vaguely surprised to be shown into the library rather than the front parlour where her niece usually received her; still, she thought nothing of it, until the door opened again to reveal none other than her nephew-in-law, who bowed politely and explained that, as his wife was currently indisposed, she was begging her aunt’s permission to come and visit her sometime in the afternoon.

“Of course, if she wishes to,” Lady Bellingham replied somewhat hesitantly. “I wouldn’t want her to overexert herself, knowing that she is unwell.”

The amused look Mr Ravenscar addressed her did nothing to dispel her confusion. “She will be perfectly recovered by the afternoon, I can assure you, ma’am.”

What a strange, strange man, she thought to herself even as she thanked him and took her leave. The truth was, she had been finding Mr Ravenscar’s conduct exceedingly puzzling ever since he had decided to send back the mortgage and those dreadful bills, all of this after being kidnapped and put in a cellar no less. Infatuation or not, she would hardly have expected such a proud man to offer for her Deb, and yet there they were – her niece safely married to the richest man in town, and herself very comfortably set in a respectable house in Berkeley Square.

Mr Ravenscar’s extremely liberal settlement – as well as his generosity in taking upon himself the remainder of her debts – was enough for her ladyship to feel secure for the rest of her days, and not having to worry for her niece and nephew besides. Still, she couldn’t help but occasionally harbour some lingering worries with regards to the potentially disastrous effects of her niece’s headstrongness and quickness of temper, even more so when combined with similar faults of character in her husband.

As it was, Lady Bellingham spent the remainder of the morning in a state of uneasiness, her agitation increasing by the hour, and she was just about to succumb to one of her fits when Silas Wantage showed up announcing that ‘our Miss Deb – Mrs Ravenscar, I should say’ was at the door.

“Upon my word, Aunt Lizzie, you look dreadful,” Deborah greeted her cheerfully, pressing a kiss on each of her cheeks. “What can possibly have happened since I saw you two days ago?”

One quick glance was enough to reassure her ladyship that her niece was indeed in as good health as could be hoped for; unfortunately, it was also enough to make her aware of the glint of barely concealed mirth in her eye, one that long experience had taught her foretold nothing but trouble.

“What was all that nonsense about you being indisposed, that is what I would very much like to know,” Lady Bellingham said with feeling, reaching for her smelling salts. “You are never ill, Deb – and if you’re up to one of your horrible tricks, I must beg you to tell me everything at once, before my poor nerves give way.”

“Nothing of the sort, Aunt,” Deborah assured her with one of her mischievous grins. “Max and I were simply waiting to be sure, and for all that we’d rather delay a public announcement for as long as can be managed, we both agreed that you should be informed presently.”

Lady Bellingham blinked, and promptly dropped the smelling salts. “Deb! You’re telling me – oh, I do declare, I will positively die of joy – and so soon after the wedding, too!”

“I can’t say I expected it to happen this early,” Deborah laughed. “But as Max is utterly delighted at the prospect, I hardly have any complaints for myself.”

“Oh, but we should write to Kit, of course! And Lucius, too – I know you said you have your reasons for refusing to receive him, but he has been extremely kind to us all these years, and – ”

“All in due time, Aunt Lizzie,” her niece forestalled her, shaking her head in amusement. “As I believe I mentioned before, we would rather keep the news for ourselves a little longer.”

“Very well,” Lady Bellingham conceded at length with a long-suffering sigh. “I won’t pretend I understand the point of such secrecy – but as I see you’re determined, it’s not for me to question your reasons, or your husband’s for that matter.”

Deborah offered her a warm smile – she looked positively radiant, now that she thought about it – and gracefully stooped down to retrieve the smelling salts from behind the settee.

[go to part 2]

[princessanneftw]

The Princess Royal, President, Racing Welfare, today attended a Charity Luncheon and unveiled a statue of Dick Francis at Aintree Racecourse, Ormskirk Road, Aintree, and was received by Her Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Merseyside (Mr Mark Blundell).

Her Royal Highness, accompanied by Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence, this evening departed Heathrow Airport, London, for Australia and Papua New Guinea. Mr Charles Davies is in attendance.

Court Circular | 7 April 2022

[samayla]

An Utterly Impractical Magician

Chapter 3

A Jane Eyre/Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell fusion fic.

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Summary: When John Reed burnt Thomas Godbless’ book of magic to spite his cousin, he had no idea how drastically he would alter both her fate and that of English magic.

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3 The Little Book Murderer

Gateshead House, December 1804

Her eyes were what caught his attention and held it. Fierce and mismatched, they were flashing dangerously in his direction as she stood in the doorway - though what danger an eight-year-old girl posed to him, John Childermass could not have said. As she stared him down, a great black blot ran across the iris of her grey eye like spilled ink, then was gone. The effect was highly disconcerting, even to Childermass, a man who was used to confronting a great many strange and uncanny things in the course of his work for Mr Norrell.

“What are you doing with my books?” snapped the girl again, bandaged hands held stiffly at her sides. Shiny, half-healed blisters peeked out above the bandages where they ended on her forearms. “You have no business in here, sir.”

Childermass released a breath he had not realized he was holding and chuckled to himself at the absurdity of fearing an overindulged child. “You’d be the little ‘book-murderer’ then? I was warned I might meet you here in the course of the day.”

He did not expect an answer, nor did the girl offer one. She merely moved closer to the table to read the titles he’d pulled out. All seven were books about magic, save Lanchester’s Language of Birds, which was a book of magic. Childermass added a copy of Ormskirk to the stack. Norrell had a copy already, but Childermass was of a mind to rescue as much of this sad little library from its monstrous keepers as he could.

“What are you doing with them?” demanded the girl softly, and Childermass looked up once more. What he saw was not the spoiled child her aunt had led him to expect. The horror evident in her face was a great deal more mature than that. “These are my books,” she whispered.

Childermass set down the edition of Tott’s English Magic he’d been inspecting. “Easy now, little miss,” he soothed, placing a hand atop the stack. “I am buying these from your aunt.”

The girl stepped forward, seized with a sudden bravery. ���I am not frightened of you, sir,” she declared, chin raised in defiance. “Even if you should be angry with me for saying so, even if you should turn me into something unnatural for answering back. You will know I am not afraid, nor am I a book-murderer. It was my cousin John Reed who threw my book into the fire.”

“And why should he do that?” asked Childermass. He only permitted himself the slightest smirk at the girl’s assumption that he was a magician, though her courage in the face of it both amused and impressed him greatly. “Any book concerning Thomas Godbless would have been worth a great deal of money to him.”

“He did it because I loved it. I loved my book more than I feared him, and so he burnt it to make me small and scared again.”

Childermass lounged against the shelf behind him. “And did it work, Little Miss? You do not seem so small and scared to me.”

“I may be small, but I am not scared, sir. Not of him, and not of you.”

Childermass could not help the small chuckle that escaped him. Her eyes flashed again, and it was clear once again that these books meant much more to her than some toy she didn’t want to share. “Why did you love that particular book so?” asked Childermass. “Surely it, and these others I have chosen, are somewhat beyond the realm of a young lady?”

“I have read them all,” declared the girl obstinately, “and the book of Thomas Godbless is the best and most beautiful thing I’ve ever read, and I am glad you shan’t have it!” She dashed away a tear with the back of her hand, obviously having forgotten for a moment that it was bandaged. She gasped in pain, but then soldiered on admirably. “If I were big, a woman grown, I should keep you from having any of them at all!”

Childermass chuckled a little sadly. “Little Miss,” he said gently, “I have bought books from low servants and high lords alike. When my master decides he wants a book, he will have it.”

The girl sniffled a little, but raised her chin once more to stare at him in defiance. “The book of Thomas Godbless is mine and mine alone, and neither you nor your master shall ever take it away from me.” With that, she marched to the window seat and sat, staring daggers at Childermass, as if she would compel him to reconsider by the sheer force of her will.

The girl perched there in the same stubborn attitude all the morning, while Childermass chose books - some thirty or forty titles, when all was said and done, some magical, most mundane. It was not until he made his payment to Mrs Reed after a lunch of cold sandwiches - none were brought for the girl, and she refused his offer to share - that she was chased from the library by her aunt, who cringed and shuddered at the very sight of her.

“You have my apologies, sir,” said Mrs Reed, when the library door had closed behind her niece. “The girl is intractably willful. I have done what I can for her following the  death of my dear brother, may he rest in peace, but I am afraid this latest episode, of which we spoke earlier, has been the final straw. I hope she did not give you much trouble.”

Childermass raised an eyebrow but assured the lady in the most polite language that she had not. Indeed, he was feeling worse now that the girl was gone, than he had when she was here: a little dizzy and very faintly ill, as though he’d had one pint too many without eating dinner first. He blamed the feeling on his conscience, and his growing suspicions about how things were done in this odious household.

“Well, I am thankful for that, at least,” said Mrs Reed pleasantly. “I feared some further tantrum. Jane is so unnaturally attached to these books, it will be good to separate her from them and put an end to all the mischief they have caused.”

Childermass made a noncommittal noise, which Mrs Reed took for agreement and left him to pack the books.

But when he moved to begin wrapping his purchases in brown paper for transport, he found that he could not lift a single one from the table, nor so much as open them.  He tried a few little spells from Belasis and one of the less complicated creations of Martin Pale, minor tricks that he’d picked up from his work with Mr Norrell, but nothing he did allowed him to shift the books even half an inch in any direction. They might as well have turned to stone.

Frustrated and cross, for he was feeling more ill by the minute and only wished to be out of this loathsome house, Childermass drew out his Cards of Marseilles.

La Torre, Deux Épées, and l'Impératrice, reversed. Disaster and a potential truce, complicated by a female relative. The aunt, no doubt. Sept Deniers, patience and perseverance are required. And le Bateleur, the Magician. For a moment, it appeared as though the Magician was holding a book, rather than a wand, but a second glance showed it was only a smudge of ash on the paper, likely transferred from one of the books to his hand and then the card.

However, if there was one thing Childermass had learned, it was to respect his cards and his intuition when it came to reading them. It would seem that there was more to the ‘little book-murderer’ than  he’d supposed. He called for one of the servants to fetch her, giving the excuse that he thought she’d like to say goodbye to her favorites. Her aunt had sent her out so that he might work in peace, but she was clearly attached to the books. He would simply not feel right if he did not allow the girl a chance at closure. The servant, a young housemaid, was sympathetic, and went to find the girl.

When she arrived after a few minutes, face reddened by crying, and odd-eyes flashing angrily once more, Childermass thanked the housemaid and dismissed her. He and the girl simply stood there for a few moments, she with ire written in the tension of every muscle, and he leaning casually against the bookshelf, waiting for her to master her emotions before he broached the subject of the immovable books.

Eventually, her eyes drifted away from his to the great stacks of books piled on the table before him, and Childermass felt a shift in the room. It was something nameless and queer, as if he’d suddenly heard the black of ink, or tasted the letter q. He took it for a sort of kinship between the girl and the books. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think the books were as distraught at leaving the girl as she was at losing them. The girl stifled a sob, and the shadows cast by the fire took on a strange tinge that was not quite blue, nor precisely lilac, and the dizziness and fatigue Childermass felt doubled in intensity, causing him to stagger sideways. The image of the smudged Magician card flashed in his mind’s eye.

“Did you call me so you could gloat, sir?” the girl asked tightly. She did not look at him.

“I thought you’d like to say goodbye to your favorites, Little Miss,” answered Childermass gently.

It was all the invitation she needed. She cast one wary look at Childermass, now leaning more heavily on the bookshelf, and then she was at the table like a shot. She pulled down one of the topmost books as if it weighed nothing, and Childermass’ suspicions were confirmed: there was magic in the library, and it was tied to the girl.

The girl held each book lovingly, as if she were trying to memorize the press of the embossed letters, every loose string in the binding, the imprecise cut of the pages. Some, she stroked a hand over and then returned to the table after only a moment or two, but others, she hugged tightly to her chest as she whispered to them.

Childermass, who tried casually to shift a book she’d just finished looking at, still could not make the thing move, though he was awarded a stinging paper cut for his trouble.

When the girl had said her goodbyes to them all and stood staring at the laden table as though lost, Childermass knelt down before her and offered a handkerchief. She sniffled and took the square of fabric. “Do not cry anymore, Little Miss,” he said. “This will be a good thing. Your books are going somewhere safer, where no one would ever think to burn them, nor do them the slightest bit of harm. My master has a vast library, where he keeps such books safe, cares for them and loves them, in his way.”

“But I love them,” the girl hiccuped. She ran a finger along the spine of the Language of Birds, looking in that moment every bit an eight-year-old child.

“I know, Little Miss,” he soothed, pulling her into an embrace. She was stiff in his arms at first, clearly as unused to receiving such gestures as Childermass was to offering them. Another suspicion confirmed. “But you cannot keep them safe here.” At that, she collapsed into his arms, like a puppet with its strings cut, and sobbed into his shoulder.

Childermass felt like the cruelest beast in existence, but what he said was true. She could not keep the books safe from her monstrous cousins. It was better for everyone that Mr Norrell should take charge of them.

The girl’s sobbing was loud enough that someone in the house should have heard, but no one came to comfort her, nor would they, he had come to realize. He simply held her as she cried, and slowly his own feeling of illness eased, as did the violence of her sobs.

“Will you help me pack them properly?” he whispered.

She nodded into his shoulder after a moment, and he eased his hold on her. She sniffled miserably but picked up the roll of brown paper Childermass had brought. Together, for Childermass could now move the books as easily as the girl could, they packed the books. She wrapped them carefully in paper, and he stacked them in the iron-bound chest he’d brought to transport them.

The girl did not cry again, but merely asked, as he placed the last book inside the chest and closed the lid, whether he promised to take care of them. Childermass assured her they would receive the utmost care, and when she saw them again, they would be just as she’d left them.

“Will I see them again?” she asked.

Childermass could hear the brittle hope in her voice, though she clearly tried to sound casual. “Of course you will, Little Miss.” He knelt again and wiped a single tear from her cheek, beneath her grey eye. He offered her an encouraging smile. “I don’t think there’s a soul in this world as could stop you.”

[freeliverpool-blog]

Holiday in Liverpool - A City Guide

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England. Liverpool is one of England's core cities, situated along the eastern side of the Mersey Estuary, with the city centre situated about 5 kilometers inland from the Irish Sea. Liverpool has a varied topography being built across a ridge of hills rising up to a height of approximately 70 metres over sea-level in Everton Hill.

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History

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It's the inheritance of high-minded public spirit since the later 18th century, largely with Dissenter impetus, that has led to significantly more public sculptures made in in any UK city besides Westminster at London.

And highest peal of bells in the entire world.

o John Foster

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O Royal Liver Building

Conclusion Oriel Chambers design by Peter Ellis.

O The Philharmonic Dining Rooms

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Primary education is available in a Variety of forms supported by the state Including Secular, Church of England, Islamic, Hindu and Jewish Catholic.

O The University of Liverpool

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The Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts, which was founded by Sir Paul McCartney in 1996, is famed for coaching both the artistes and technicians.

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Top of being the English club to have won the maximum number of UEFA Cups, European Supercups and English League Cups.

Liverpool Football Club isn't to be confused with Liverpool (Rugby) Soccer Club, which was formed in 1858 and is now called Liverpool St. Helens.

The dedicated staff at SleepUK can help and advise on all of your Liverpool hotel demands. Offline and online access to Liverpool's accommodation network ensures travellers will be provided the ideal possible deal in the right time of your trip whether you need luxury hotels in Liverpool or budget hotels in Liverpool.

Hotels in all categories are opening in Liverpool all of the time, Representing the city's renewed prosperity and popularity as a short-break destination.

Or travelers can choose among the nice hotels in Wirral, the  Since well as some nice resorts, Wirral also boast large regions of National Trust property, state parks and magnificent coastal scenery. On the north of Liverpool, at the graceful hotel of Southport, famous for its splendour of its Victorian shopping arcades and promenade, there is a good selection of resorts to suit each visitor.

Accommodation in the area often sells out so Make Sure You ensure Your stay by booking online now. Various Other resorts, recorded here, change from cheap to luxury resorts -Hanover Hotel, Park Lodge, The Suites Hotel, Regent Maritime Hotel, The Dolby Hotel, Radisson SAS Liverpool, Hope Street Hotel,Aachen Resort, Campanile Hotel Liverpool, The Feathers Hotel, Thistle Liverpool, Days Serviced Apartments Liverpool, Liverpool City Center Premier Travel Inn, The Sir Thomas Hotel, Throstles Nest Hotel.

Organised excursions in Liverpool have range in their subject and according Into the subject the contents additionally varies. The most commonly selected tours are located on Sports or around The Beatles. These excursions comprises place of pursuits, famous buildingsand museums etc.. Cavern City Tours is the most complete tour operator at town.

Shipping

Mersey Railway Tunnel, and two road tunnels, Queensway Tunnel and Kingsway Tunnel. There's also the Mersey Ferry, made famous from the song Ferry Cross the Mersey by Gerry and the Pacemakers. In reality that the The song is currently played on the ferryboats themselves every time they prepare to dock at Liverpool.

Speke Airport was renamed Liverpool John Lennon Airport, in honour of the late Beatle John Lennon.

Liverpool has a train system Named Merseyrail, the sections from the city centre are mostly underground. The lines terminate at Southport, Ormskirk, Kirkby, Hunts Cross, Ellesmere Port, West Kirby, New Brighton and Chester.

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name: malcolm ilminster gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him house: slytherin blood status: pureblood extra curricular: prefect, potions club, charms club fc: kwak dong yeon  role: taken

a collection of expensive quills. face screwed in concentration, trying to write down everything the professor says. nervous laughter. unlearning what your parents taught you. going easy on people when you catch them breaking rules, trying to compensate for all the years you were unyielding. glasses streaked from wiping them on your robes. constantly fidgeting. full to the brim with ambition, but uncertain as to the direction you’re going in. hearing your family speak in hushed, excited whispers: the dark lord may be gaining strength once more. praying every day that they’re wrong.

spencer whiddon & gideon scalby → you didn’t make many friends when you first came to hogwarts. there were a handful of slytherins who sympathized with your family’s extreme views, and even they grew tired of your pompous attitude quickly enough. it wasn’t until the end of your third year, as well as the following summer, that you began to question certain things about the way you were raised. it was in your fourth year that spencer and gideon noticed that you’d relaxed a bit, and finally took a liking to you. now, you consider the two of them to be your best friends. yes, you’re still a bit intense about schoolwork and rules, but they accept you as you are. you don’t think you’ll ever stop being grateful for that.

shelagh o’dowd → there weren’t many people in your year that you liked early on, but something about shelagh simply struck you and made them occupy your thoughts. true, you barely knew anything about them, but that just made their allure even stronger to you. it was in third year that they finally noticed you and reciprocated your feelings, much to your surprise. your first kiss with them was better than you could’ve dreamed... but then they mentioned something that made your face turn pale. what? you’re a mudblood??? the look on their face after you said it was what made you rethink everything you’d ever been told --- but that doesn’t change the fact that they’ve loathed you ever since that day. 

madeline ormskirk → these past few years, you’ve been trying much harder to be ‘nice.’ so last year, when professor snape reduced a poor hufflepuff in your potions class to tears for nearly butchering the draught of living death, you decided you might as well try to help. you tutored madeline for the duration of the year, and you like to think the two of you have struck up something of a friendship. usually, you’re not one for hugs and fuzziness, but you don’t mind it so much coming from them.

[calamity-bean]

Paris Ormskirk’s Revelations of Thirty-Six Other Worlds

A funny thing happens when you mash up novel and show canon regarding this book.

In show–JS&MN, Norrell mentions it (by a slightly different title: Revelations of Thirty-Six Different Worlds) in episode 2 while discussing the upcoming auction of the Duke of Roxburghe’s library. The Duke's estate has a copy, and Norrell — as he insists to Childermass with long-simmering frustration — has been trying to get his hands on one for quite a while as well.

In book–JS&MN, Revelations is not one of the seven magical texts acquired by Norrell at the auction. However, a copy of the book is among the possessions Childermass takes with him from Hurtfew after being dismissed. One assumes this is Childermass’s own personal copy, though I suppose it’s not impossible that it’s the same one — presumably belonging to Norrell — that Strange uses elsewhere in the novel:

It did not take long to collect his possessions. There was a mahogany case containing a pair of pistols, a small purse of money, a razor, a comb, a toothbrush, a bit of soap, some clothes (all as ancient as the ones he was wearing) and a small parcel of books, including a Bible, A Child’s History of the Raven King by Lord Portishead and a copy of Paris Ormskirk’s Revelations of Thirty-Six Other Worlds.

Either way, if you mash the book and show canons together, two possibilities appear:

1. Childermass secretly always had a copy of Revelations in his personal possession and just watched with quiet amusement while Norrell spent years searching for one.

2. Childermass did not secretly always have a copy, but — as a very subtle means of getting the last laugh, so to speak, after being dismissed in favor of goddamn Lascelles — nicked the long-coveted Roxburghe copy from Norrell on his way out of the door.

Because Childer-sass.

Both of these possibilities are hilarious to me and I choose to believe in them both simultaneously.

[thecousinswar]

Today in history, July 29, 1504: the death of Thomas Stanley, First Earl of Derby:

"Thomas Stanley, 1st Earl of Derby, KG (1435 – 29 July 1504) was an English nobleman and politician. He was a titular King of Mann, and stepfather to King Henry VII of England. He was the eldest son of Thomas Stanley, 1st Baron Stanley and Joan Goushill.

A landed magnate of immense power, particularly across the northwest of England where his authority went almost unchallenged, even by the Crown, Stanley managed to remain in favour with successive kings throughout the Wars of the Roses until his death in 1504. His estates included what is now Tatton Park in Cheshire, Lathom House in Lancashire, and Derby House in the City of London, now the site of the College of Arms.

Although the king for the early part of his career, Henry VI, was head of the House of Lancaster, Stanley’s marriage to Eleanor, daughter of Richard Neville, 5th Earl of Salisbury (a descendant of Edward III) and sister of Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick (‘Warwick the Kingmaker’) in the late 1450s constituted a powerful alliance with the House of York. This did him no harm, however, even after Warwick was toppled from power, and in 1472, with the House of York now occupying the English throne, he married his second wife Lady Margaret Beaufort, whose son, Henry Tudor, was the leading Lancastrian claimant. He was the last to use the style ‘King of Mann’, his successors opting for the safer ‘Lord of Mann’. Stanley was “a man of considerable acumen, and probably the most successful power-broker of his age”.

After the death of his father in 1459, Stanley inherited his father's titles, including those of Baron Stanley and King of Mann as well as his extensive lands and offices in Cheshire and Lancashire. It was a formidable inheritance and gave him ample opportunity to gain experience in the leadership of men. At the same time, his father's prominence in the king's household had provided him with an early introduction to court where he was named among the squires of Henry VI in 1454. Nevertheless, in the febrile and bloodthirsty circumstances of the Wars of the Roses it was a position fraught with danger as rival claimants for the throne – successively the Houses of Lancaster and York – demanded, threatened or begged for the support of Stanley and his followers.

Henry demonstrated his gratitude to his “right dearly beloved father” by creating him Earl of Derby on 27 October 1485, and the following year confirmed him in office as Lord High Constable of England and High Steward of the Duchy of Lancaster, besides granting him other estates and offices. In 1486 Stanley also stood as godfather to Henry’s eldest son, Arthur, Prince of Wales. Even so, at the time of the Lambert Simnel rising of 1487, there may have been some concern that the Stanleys were again hedging their bets, and “there was relief in the royal host when the Stanleyites came in at Nottingham”. The aftermath of the Battle of Stoke, which crushed this rising, brought still further rewards for Stanley – notably the lands forfeited by Viscount Lovell, Sir Thomas Pilkington, and Sir Thomas Broughton in Lancashire and elsewhere. In 1489 the Stanleys again made a notable contribution to the army raised by Henry to suppress a rising in Yorkshire. Less successfully, Stanley’s brother William unwisely supported the later pretender Perkin Warbeck, and was, at last, executed for treason in 1495.

Throughout his career, alongside the main performance of national events, the preservation and enhancement of Stanley’s own role as regional magnate was a very important sideshow. Change of regime never really weakened his grip on the key offices of Chester and Lancaster and throughout his life Stanley consolidated the legacy he had inherited from his father and extended his hegemony and that of his family across the north-west. Given the range of his office-holding both regionally and at court, he did not need to draw ruinously on his own resources to dispense patronage on a grand scale and he was active in the arbitration of local disputes; even state matters were regularly referred for his personal adjudication. That said, ‘good lordship’ also had its harder face and the Stanleys brooked no opposition and tolerated few rivals in their areas of dominance.

Stanley died at Lathom, Lancashire on 29 July 1504 and was buried in the family chapel in Burscough Priory, near Ormskirk in Lancashire, surrounded by the tombs of his parents and others of his ancestors. He had been predeceased by his eldest son and heir, George Stanley, Lord Strange by a matter of months and was succeeded as Earl by his grandson, Thomas Stanley, 2nd Earl of Derby. “In his will of 28 July 1504 he ordained masses for the souls of himself, his wives, parents, ancestors, children, siblings, and, ever the good lord, ‘them that have died in the service of my lord my father or of me’”."

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Thursday 4 April 2019

On Behalf of the Queen the Prince of Wales held an Investiture at Buckingham Palace.

The Prince of Wales attended the global premiere of ‘Our Planet’ accompanied by The Duke of Cambridge and the Duke of Sussex.

HRH opened the new Waitrose & Partners' Food Innovation Studio, Wallace House, Doncastle Road, Bracknell, Berkshire.

The Duke of Sussex this morning attended the Lord Mayor’s Big Curry Lunch at Guildhall, London EC2.

The Duke of York this afternoon attended a Luncheon given by the Hungarian Ambassador (His Excellency Kristof Szalay-Bobrovniczky).

His Royal Highness, Patron, the Entrepreneurship Centre, Cambridge Judge Business School, later received Ms Hanadi Jabado upon relinquishing her appointment as Director and Mr Bruno Cotta upon assuming the appointment.

Professor Christopher Loch (Director) was present.

The Duke of York afterwards received Mr Paul Britton (Chief Executive Officer, Capstone Investment Advisors, UK, LLP).

...

The Princess Royal President, Racing Welfare, attended a Brunch, Aintree Racecourse, Ormskirk Road, Aintree, Liverpool.

...

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HIV Updates.

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( 8th May 2012) Bryan Gudgeon has kindly sent in the "assumed lost" architects pulling of the Haslingden Street James C from E Institution which had actually been believed to have actually been actually dropped for good, many thanks Bryan. ( 27th September 2016) Included among my photographes from Haslingden Central with Hutch Financial Institution and Musbury Heights behind-the-scenes. The point is actually certainly not that white colored cartoonists are actually incapable of creating photos that are going to certainly not anger or deliver perilous notifications to kids from few societies; it is that black cartoonists are much less very likely to carry out so. Black illustrators are actually more likely to know the society; they will certainly know what type of things match typically as well as exactly what kind of things will certainly run out place. Children are actually one of the most unprotected sufferers of the scenario as well as the data of Planet Wellness Institution (WHO) have actually confirmed the truth: over 200M from children under the grow older from five are unable to cultivate their cognitive as well as social capabilities. Soon after, http://dietetycznejedzenie-przepisyjarka.info/wytwarzanie-z-salatek-wysokiej-jakosci-oliwy-z-oliwek-pomaga-w-przyjmowaniu-witamin-w-organizmie/ authorities in Ontario revealed they had actually issued an apprehension warrant for Capella for presumably submitting child abuse images off a social network system throughout a visit to a place of worship" in Canada in late 2016. However a common oversight moms and dads create is actually thinking the task of being the Holy Spirit for their youngsters. Ruth Lord is actually inquiring about "Summer months Camp Pea Choosing" Nr. Ormskirk for the Haslingden Grammar School Old Boys War Time Summers Months Camp. ( 9th November 2012) I have actually placed a little blog site on asking for any type of information on the "Bury Roadway School" which there is a photo returning right to c1877.

A few circumstances might induce a little one's tooth to turn dark to the point where that shows up practically dark. ( 23rd Nov 2015) Simply included a further four photos with the help of Geoff Lot. Each troubles need to be actually managed simultaneously when moms and dads abuse alcoholic drinks as well as abuse kids.

Different theories have actually been actually designed to describe this apparent illuminating of the individual thoughts, like far better nourishment, medical care, learning, etc, all factors that might assist folks become smarter adults in comparison to they would have or else.

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Vacation in Liverpool - A City Guide

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Vacation in Liverpool - A City Guide

Introduction

Liverpool is a city and metropolitan borough in the North West of England. Liverpool is one of England’s core cities, situated along the eastern side of the Mersey Estuary, with the city centre located about 5 miles inland from the Irish Sea. Liverpool has a varied topography being built across a ridge of hills rising up to a height of around 70 metres above sea-level at Everton Hill.

History

In 1190 the place was known as ‘Liuerpul’, meaning a pool or creek with muddy water. Other origins of the name have been suggested, including ‘elverpool’, a reference to the large number of eels in the Mersey. The origins of the city date back from August 1207 when patent letters were issued by King John advertising the establishment of a the new borough of Liverpool, and inviting settlers to come and take up holdings. In the 18th century, as trade from the West Indies grew on top of that from Ireland and Europe, Liverpool began to grow.

The first wet dock in Britain was built in Liverpool in 1715. Liverpool expanded significantly in the 19th century and a number of major buildings were constructed. In the 1960s Liverpool became a centre of youth culture. The city produced the distinctive Merseybeat sound, and, most famously, The Beatles. In recent years, the city has emphasised its cultural attractions, winning the accolade of European City of Culture for 2008.

Place of interest

The infrastructure of Liverpool contains over 2,500 listed buildings. It is the inheritance of high-minded public spirit since the later 18th century, largely with Dissenter impetus, that has resulted in more public sculptures created than in any UK city besides Westminster in London.

The Anglican Cathedral has the longest nave, largest organ and heaviest and highest peal of bells in the world.

Architects well represented in Liverpool:

o Giles Gilbert Scott,

o Peter Ellis,

o Harvey Lonsdale Elmes, and

o John Foster

Sir Edwin Lutyens is represented by the completed crypt of his projected Metropolitan Cathedral, which was built to a simpler design by Frederick Gibberd.

Some of the famous places to visit are:

o Albert Dock

o Bluecoat Arts Centre

o Cast Iron Shore

o Cunard Building

o Lime Street Station

o Royal Liver Building

o Oriel Chambers design by Peter Ellis.

o The Philharmonic Dining Rooms

o Pier Head

o Quiggins

o St George’s Hall

o The Beatles Story

o Town-Hall

o Williamson’s tunnels

Museums & Art Galleries

Liverpool has some greatest museum and art galleries. Bluecoat Arts Centre, Merseyside Maritime Museum, Museum of Liverpool Life, the Beatles Story, and Walker Art Gallery are some of them. Besides museum and art galleries Liverpool possesses some famous theatres. They represent Liverpool and its culture, and also a good tourist attraction in Liverpool. Among all the theaters Empire, Everyman, Neptune, Philharmonic Hall, The Playhouse, Royal Court, Unity are big names to mention about.

Shopping

Pedestrian shopping areas with boutiques, specialty shops, and department stores include Church Street, Lord Street, Bold Street, Whitechapel, and Paradise Street. On the river, Albert Dock also houses a collection of small shops. For shopping centers Cavern Walks on Mathew Street, the heart of Beatleland, or Quiggins Centre.

To buy that special piece of Beatles memorabilia, wander through the Beatles Shop, or the Heritage Shop.

For a huge selection of British crafts, famous places are Bluecoat Display Centre, with its gallery of metal, ceramics, glass, jewelry, and wood pieces by some 350 British craftspeople.

Frank Green’s is where one can find prints by this famous local artist who has been capturing the Liverpool scene on canvas since the 1960s. These art works includes city secular buildings, churches, and street life.

Food & Drink

For such a world-famous city, Liverpool has yet to host a world-class restaurant. Listed are the best non-hotel restaurants it has to offer: 60 Hope St., Bar Italia, Far East, Shangri-La, Simply Heathcote’s, Tate Café.

Education

Primary education is available in various forms supported by the state including Secular, Church of England, Islamic, Jewish and Roman Catholic. Currently no specific Islamic secondary education is provided.

Liverpool has three universities:

o The University of Liverpool

o Liverpool John Moores University

o Liverpool Hope University

It also has a university college, Edge Hill College of Higher Education. Liverpool John Moores University is one of the polytechnics given university status in 1992 and is named after the owner of the Littlewoods retail group. The Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine was founded to address some of the problems created by trade; today it continues as a post graduate school and is one of only two institutions on world that house the de facto standard anti-venom repository.

The Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts, which was set up by Sir Paul McCartney in 1996, is famous for training the artistes and technicians.

Sports

In sporting terms, it boasts two internationally known football clubs, Everton F.C. and Liverpool FC. Liverpool Football Club (often known simply as Liverpool), an English football club based in the North-West of England, are the current champions of Europe (2004-2005) and the most successful English football team.

Liverpool has won five European Cups, and 18 Football League titles on top of being the English club to have won the most number of UEFA Cups, European Supercups and English League Cups.

Liverpool Football Club is not to be confused with Liverpool (Rugby) Football Club, which was formed in 1858 and is now known as Liverpool St. Helens.

Hotels & Accommodation

The dedicated team at SleepUK can assist and advise on all your Liverpool hotel requirements. Online and offline access to Liverpool’s accommodation network ensures travelers will be offered the best possible deal at the time of your visit whether you require luxury hotels in Liverpool or budget hotels in Liverpool.

Hotels in all categories are opening in Liverpool all the time, reflecting the city’s renewed prosperity and popularity as a short-break destination.

Or travelers may choose one of the fine hotels in Wirral, the attractive peninsula between the River Mersey and the River Dee. As well as some fine hotels, Wirral also boast large areas of National Trust land, country parks and spectacular coastal scenery. To the north of Liverpool, in the graceful resort of Southport, famed for the splendour of its Victorian shopping arcades and promenade, there’s a great choice of hotels to suit every visitor.

Accommodation in the area frequently sells out so be sure to guarantee your stay by booking online today. Some other hotels, listed here, vary from affordable to luxury hotels -Hanover Hotel, Park Lodge, The Suites Hotel, Regent Maritime Hotel, The Dolby Hotel, Radisson SAS Liverpool, Hope Street Hotel,Aachen Hotel, Campanile Hotel Liverpool, The Feathers Hotel, Thistle Liverpool, Days Serviced Apartments Liverpool, Liverpool City Centre Premier Travel Inn, The Sir Thomas Hotel, Throstles Nest Hotel.

Tours and Sightseeing

Organised tours in Liverpool have variety in their theme and according to the theme the contents also changes. The most widely chosen tours are based on Sports or on The Beatles. These tours contains place of interests, famous buildings, museums etc. Cavern City Tours is the most comprehensive tour operator in the city.

Transport

There are three tunnels under the River Mersey: one railway tunnel, the Mersey Railway Tunnel, and two road tunnels, Queensway Tunnel and Kingsway Tunnel. There is also the Mersey Ferry, made famous by the song Ferry Cross the Mersey by Gerry and the Pacemakers. In fact the song is now played on the ferryboats themselves every time they prepare to dock at Liverpool.

Speke Airport was renamed Liverpool John Lennon Airport, in honour of the late Beatle John Lennon.

Liverpool has a train system called Merseyrail, the sections in the city centre are mostly underground. The lines terminate at Southport, Ormskirk, Kirkby, Hunts Cross, Ellesmere Port, West Kirby, New Brighton and Chester.

Source by Maria W.

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Ormskirk Bygone Times on the history of Ormskirk public library - Southport Visiter

Southport VisiterOrmskirk Bygone Times on the history of Ormskirk public librarySouthport VisiterIn January 1854 a preliminary meeting was held in the Vicarage to discuss plans to provide a public library for Ormskirk, Lord Stanley was present at that first informal meeting. It was then announced that there would be a …read more

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