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Letters in the Regency style...

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:02 am
by Saturn
Okay a little bit of fun to be had here folks :D


Have you ever imagined being around in the period of Keats lifetime and being able to write to him, or recieve a letter from him?

The idea is simple: you write a letter to Keats [or a friend, family member, partner etc.] as a friend telling him about your day.

Write your letter with all the facts intact of what you did, but replacing modern places, names of products etc. in such a way as they would be understandable to an early 19th century person.

You may imitate Keats' own style of writing or imagine how YOU may have written if you were around in that era.

Okay perhaps that doesn't quite make sense - I'll post mine, and hopefully you will catch the drift easily enough.
The time is early 1820, a few weeks after Keats was struck down by the symptons of consumption.

No love-letters please ladies :lol:



My Dear Keats,

I find that the days of the spring are somewhat unsettling. I marvel that I feel like wishing almost for the return of winter in order to have some complaint to ease my unnatural light-headedness.
I will tell of what has passed this day departing so you may gauge what mood and condition your poor friend finds himself in.
I find that my mood is variable according to the drop of a hat, as you know too well. There has been much of this of late.
The appearance of the bees being a particular irritant.
However enough of my tribulations - your own illness is a thing I dread and am mindful that the last conversation an invalid requires is the discontent of a fellow sufferer so "peace and be still"; as the bard saith, is my motto from henceforth-
This morning, after rising, I spent an hour or thereabouts attending to my correspondence, answering these, these discarding. Neglectful, as ever of the practical necessities of this life, at the very last moment possible I was able to toilet and change my attire in the very nick-of-time before leaving home for an appointment with my physician.

The weather out was particulary irkesome - the wind is not a friend to my chosen hairstyle - our northern Aeolean gusts are no respecter of the mean hairbrush I find.
Having caught my usual coach, in haste I made my way to the hospital to be pleasantly greeted by the appearance of my good friend O'Neill in the ante-chamber.
As aquaintences do we greeted one another as per usual but, in the way of things, one finds conversation in enclosed spaces a Sissyphean task - rolling ones tongue inside ones mouth in order to avoid the spectre of an intimate conversation in the presence of strangers.
Mankind [and womankind perchance] appear at their worst, or perhaps at their most unendearing in such situations as I found myself. Hypochondria breeds as surely in a Doctor's surgery as it does in the ward of an hospital, but then with your days in medicine this you know.
Fortunately I was able to reconvene with said friend and from thence we supped at Jeffer's coffee-shop for a dose of strong coffee, stronger puns, and the malodious atmosphere of tobacco smokers.
We conversed on the state of modern music [O'Neill saith perilious, I undecided], his cousin's immenint arrival from your own John Bull's Island and I enquired how she had fared in her new accomodation [finding her feet but gradually].
Our palates whetted, or at least Tantalised, we made for the theatre whence we came upon others of our aquaintence.
We then dined at the Kentucky-eating house for some of their fine pieces of breaded capon which I doubt not would find your favour.
Now thoroughly pleased with ourselves. if not perchance our digestion, we proceeded thenceforth to the theatre in hope of seeing the fine actor Mr Willis in his new proiduction named Sixteen Blocks. I cared little for the production myself but the subtle and understated acting of Mr Willis was a delight and rivalled Mr Oldman's turn in another similar role not six moths ago - the play I cannot recall.
After such mild exertions it was a pleasure to return home and take dinner safe in the knowledge that enjoyment was had in spite of the absence of the calming influence of ladies [this you know is best].
I fear I have taxed your paitence and perchance your wits with this note but I trust you will be as good to answer promptly in kind. I do fervently hope that your prevaling illness does not hinder your addiction to prosing, or poeseying I might say. Alas I find the muse has been niggard in the extreme in that quarter as regards my own scribblings, but you are doubtless well aware of the fickleness of those particular goddessess.
Your affectionate friend,
Stephen J.P. Saturn Esq.

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:18 am
by Credo Buffa
Yay! Fun evening activity! :D

Don't get me wrong, I think the internet and e-mail is fabulous, but don't you wish people still wrote hand-written letters?

That gives me a great idea. . . for those of us who have the capability, why not go one step further and post a scan of your letter written by hand? Or at least a portion of it (the whole thing would probably take up too much space!).

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:29 am
by dks
Ok--yes, excellent idea. I'll need time to scrawl mine...no love letters?? :P Mine will have at least a glimmer of yearning and burning...I'll temper it, though--for the sake of the profundity of the endeavor... :wink:

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:36 am
by Malia
Excellent idea, Saturn! Though, I think I'm going to have to fictionalize the account of my "day" for it to fit into the 19th century. I mean, I spent all day revising a quality assurance plan for my place of business--not quite something *anyone* let alone a woman would have done back then :lol:

Can we pretend to be one of Keats's family or friends in writing this letter? (That way, dks can stuff in some romantic sentiments by pretending to be Fanny Brawne! :lol:)

P.S. Your reference to the "Kentucky-eating house" is priceless! :lol:

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:38 am
by Credo Buffa
Malia wrote:Excellent idea, Saturn! Though, I think I'm going to have to fictionalize the account of my "day" for it to fit into the 19th century. I mean, I spent all day revising a quality assurance plan for my place of business--not quite something *anyone* let alone a woman would have done back then :lol:

Ha ha, I'm having the same problem. It's fun trying to find a creative way to work around it, though! :wink:

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:39 am
by Saturn
Credo Buffa wrote:Don't get me wrong, I think the internet and e-mail is fabulous, but don't you wish people still wrote hand-written letters?



YESX100!!! :shock:

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:42 am
by dks
Saturn wrote:
Credo Buffa wrote:Don't get me wrong, I think the internet and e-mail is fabulous, but don't you wish people still wrote hand-written letters?



YESX100!!! :shock:


Ahhh, epistolary connections are priceless...

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:43 am
by dks
Malia wrote:Excellent idea, Saturn! Though, I think I'm going to have to fictionalize the account of my "day" for it to fit into the 19th century. I mean, I spent all day revising a quality assurance plan for my place of business--not quite something *anyone* let alone a woman would have done back then :lol:

Can we pretend to be one of Keats's family or friends in writing this letter? (That way, dks can stuff in some romantic sentiments by pretending to be Fanny Brawne! :lol:)

P.S. Your reference to the "Kentucky-eating house" is priceless! :lol:


THANK YOU, MALIA for defending my disposition!!! :wink: :lol:

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:44 am
by Credo Buffa
Saturn wrote:YESX100!!! :shock:

Whoa, down, Saturn! :shock: :P

The sad thing is, as much as you might try to use snail-mail for letters, by the time it gets to the recipient, most of what you've written is "old news" since things travel so fast nowadays. :roll:

I did get a lovely, unexpected letter from a friend while I was in Scotland, though, and some people from my LiveJournal friends list occassionally do postcard or holiday card exchanges so that we can actually get some kind of concrete, hand-written correspondence from people we otherwise only really know as text on a computer screen. Otherwise, the only things I get in the mail anymore are bills and junk mail :roll:

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:44 am
by Saturn
This is going to be interesting.... :lol: 8)

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:45 am
by Credo Buffa
Saturn wrote:This is going to be interesting.... :lol: 8)

Worry not, Saturn. No love letters from me :P

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:48 am
by Malia
No love letters from me, either. Don't get me wrong, Keats was a swell guy and all--but I'd run to the other end of the earth if he ever even thought of falling in love with me (assuming I lived then and knew him, ya know :lol: ). And I wouldn't even think of enticing him. He had waaaay too much baggage. I'll leave him to Fanny Brawne ;)

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:48 am
by Saturn
Anyone else get the feeling that they were born too late?

I've always had this vague notion that I was never meant for this age.

:?

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:51 am
by Malia
Saturn wrote:Anyone else get the feeling that they were born too late?

I've always had this vague notion that I was never meant for this age.

:?


Well, though I'm interested in different eras, I don't think I could go without my modern conveniences (like Starbucks ;)). Besides, it's only been recently (last 50 years or so) that women--in the Western world--have been able to achieve anything near equality with men. It would be hard to live in an age when so many social restraints were put on women.

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:56 am
by Credo Buffa
Saturn wrote:Anyone else get the feeling that they were born too late?

Ha ha, I'll admit to that one. Other than the fact that I'd have to consent to being far too revolutionary for a woman back in the day :wink:

Though I find myself comparing the ideal image of women 200 years ago with the idea image of women in the 21st century, and I look in the mirror and say, "I'd probably have been hot stuff back in the day!" :P