“St George’s Hanover Square,” aquatint, by T. Malton. Dated 1787. Courtesy of the British Library, London. [Public Domain] via Wikimedia Commons
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“What do you mean I am not allowed entrance?” Reginald Fitzwilliam, Viscount Westonbury, glared at Mr. Nibley.
“Just that, my lord. The countess has informed me that you are not allowed entrance without specific invitation.”
“But it is my home!”
“Not at present, my lord. Your residence is the house in Brook Street.”
“The house in Brook Street?” Wes huffed and looked at the sky above him before continuing. “I fully realize that my residence is in Brook Street. However, this is also my home, and I will not leave without seeing my mother.”
[from Persuading Miss Mary, book 4 in the Marrying Elizabeth Series]
I’m sharing something a little different from my usual Monday Music selections. However, it is a song that I have been enjoying lately and it has a connection to my writing life at this moment in time.
Published to YouTube by Tenille Townes on March 18, 2019.
I have been doing a lot of thinking about Persuading Miss Mary this week because I’m struggling a bit with finding the answer to what I think is the major question of the story. How is Wes going to persuade Mary to love him when he represents something of which she very strongly disapproves? Continue reading Music Monday: White Horse, Tenille Townes
La leçon de piano (English: The piano lesson); Collection privée Photographie by P.F. Rieder; Marcel Rieder (1862-1942) [Public domain] via Wikimedia Commons
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“I have one more duty to perform before I will allow you all to eat and be merry as is required on a day such as this,” Mr. Bennet said. “My youngest, along with the assistance of Miss Darcy, has prepared some music to start us off while we eat.”
“Did you know about this? Did Georgiana tell you?” Elizabeth whispered to Darcy.
“I did know about it, but it was not Georgie who told me.”
[from Loving Lydia, book 3 in the Marrying Elizabeth Series]
Today, I am reaching into Georgiana’s Music Folder and am including both a beautiful instrumental version of this song that has a wonderful storytelling video with it and a lovely vocal version so that you can hear the lyrics.
The instrumental version has this bit of information about the song as part of the introduction. I typed it out here so that it would be easier to read. It’s a beautiful story.
“Thomas Moore, the Irish Poet, upon his return home from war, found his wife to be unwilling to let him see her. During his tour abroad, she had contracted smallpox, disfiguring enough to hide her face from him. Ever devoted to her and their love, Thomas penned a song that he sang softly to her through the bedroom door. He was hoping to woo her back into his graces and to once again see her face.”
Published to YouTube by Jenny Oaks Baker on February 9, 2015.
Published to YouTube by JamesPigBandit on November 28, 2010.
There is a story connection that goes with this song, but I am not revealing that today. I’ll let you discover it on Thursday in the last chapter of Loving Lydia. 🙂 If you’re the sentimental softy sort like I am, you might want to have a tissue handy for that last chapter, just in case your eyes get misty. 😉 At least, I hope I’m not the only one who needed a tissue as I did when writing it and then every time I have read the chapter since. But then, sentimental sweetness (I had read his story about Thomas Moore so that was in my mind) mixed with the end of a story always tugs on my heartstrings.
Because of the story about Thomas Moore which accompanies these videos today, I have chosen not to include a snippet from tomorrow’s Sweet Tuesday story, but I will include an excerpt from a previously published book below so that you are not left without a bit of an interesting tale to start the week off.
Sketch of the church at Allington, Kent; from Notes on the churches in the counties of Kent, Sussex, and Surrey; Arthur Hussey [Public domain]; via Wikimedia Commons
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“You are looking handsome, as always,” Lady Matlock greeted Darcy. She motioned for him to stand in front of her so that she could straighten his jacket, though it did not need it.
“Your mother would be pleased to see you so happy.” She placed a hand on his cheek. “Your father, too, but I think a son’s wedding day is more a time for a mother to be nostalgic than it is for a father.”
[from Loving Lydia, book 3 in the Marrying Elizabeth Series]
