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Entires from 1625

Post by Harry Hayfield » Sat May 25, 2019 11:01 pm

Lady Day 1625

When I started this journal, I expected to be able to fill it with tales of life in the wilds of Wales, sadly, today, I fill with it with a feeling of dread. My father, the honourable member of Cardiganshire in the House of Commoners, gathered by His Majesty James, is a very close friend of George Villers, the chief minister of the King in the Commoners and today he recieved some very grave news. His Majesty is desperately ill, to the point where George believes that he could die.

Is it any wonder therefore that I left the house and ran. I ran as far as it was possible to towards our nearest neighbour. I do not know how long it took me, but I do know one thing, the Jones family, who live at the estate called Nanteos, always welcome us with open arms when we come and visit, so the fact that when I arrived at the estate and practically collapsed at the door panting "Please, sir, I...I need to talk" gives you an idea of what I had done. Run the seven miles from my home to the Jones estate.

The man that I had to come to see was John, he is about the same age as me and we have both grown up knowing each other, but unlike me, he has known what it is like to lose someone close. His sister died after an accident, I never like to intrude so I do not know the circumstances, but he listened to me explaining about the King and said something that I found very settling in the circumstances. He told me that although it was tragic that the King should die, perhaps it was all part of the Lord's plan and that it was possible that, if the Lord God had determined that the King had to die, his son, trhe Duke of York, Charles, would become King and given my father's service to James, perhaps his service would be rewarded.

As I walked back home, those words kept on ringing around my head and as they did, I remembered what my father had told me after the snow had meltted. I was a man, and thanks to his advice about to keep myself healthy, as demonstrated by my run, I was more likely to live longer than he could live and that as a result, the Lord God would look after me. I arrived back home just as the sun was starting to set and arrived to find my father in floods of tears. Fearing the worst, I asked him if what had happened had been expected. He replied it had, but not what I was expecting. My father's loyal service to James had been recognised and in his last moments, His Majesty willed that my father became Lord Cardigan and that I, Henry, was to follow in his footsteps and become the new member in the House of Commoners from Cardiganshire. A statement that was met with tears of joy and sadness in equal measure.
"Great heavens, what is there to adulate in me? Am I particularly intelligent, or remarkably studious, or excruciatingly witty, or unusually accomplished, or exceptionally virtuous?"
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Post by Harry Hayfield » Sun Jun 02, 2019 10:31 pm

Good Friday 1625
We Cardigans have always followed the Christian faith, indeed my father believes that there was a Cardigan who was present at the capture of Jerusalem at the end of the First Crusade, however there are terms that I have never fully understood, for instance, how can the day when Christ was killed be deemed "Good". It was until a few years ago that my father explained that "Good" does not mean that something joyous has happened, it means that siomething holy has happened and when I fully understood the story of the Passion I could see what he meant.

However, this Good Friday, there is one man I am still missing, James, and yet his passing seemed to have instilled something in me. I cannot rightly explain what that something is, but ever since I heard about his death, I have become determined not to suffer the same fate and so have been doing what my father has termed a "regime" although I am not sure that is the correct term. As soon as it gets light, I wake up and immediately go for a run. You will be pleased to hear that I do not run to my friend at Nanteos as I do not think he would appreciate being woken up so early, but I go for a run around the boundary of the estate. Then, after a hearty breakfast, I go into the woods, find a tree, chop a bit of it off and lift it over my head as many times as I can until I simply cannot lift it again, then I lift it one final time even if it makes me roar in anger or agony. After lunch, I then go for another run, around the boundary again, this time at least twice, that is then followed by supper and before I go to bed I deliberately hold on the bannisters on the stairs on the first floor and pull myself up and down as many times as a I can before I lose my grip, and before you gasp in horror that you are reading the words of a ghost, I put down as many matteres as I can find in the guest rooms underneath me to cushion my fall. All this is in the aim to ensure that I live a long and healthy life, after all, I will soon become a member of Parliament and I want to exeperience the Commoners for as long as I am able to.
"Great heavens, what is there to adulate in me? Am I particularly intelligent, or remarkably studious, or excruciatingly witty, or unusually accomplished, or exceptionally virtuous?"
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Post by peter yates » Mon Jun 03, 2019 5:01 pm

Good one Harry. Nice description of old school training if there ever was one.Lifted a few logs myself over the years.
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Post by Harry Hayfield » Sun Jun 16, 2019 10:29 am

August 1st
I am writing this entry from a town I have never been to before, namely Oxford, and this will prompt a lot of head scratching with people asking "If you are now in Parliament, housed at Westminster, why are you in Oxford?", this can be answered in a simple way, it can be answered in just one word, and that word is "Plague".

Now, please, do not worry, according to the physicians that we members have I am in no danger of contracting it, despite the fact that it is caused by breathing in bad air and the reason for this is all the rushing around I have done. It turns out, and this came as a surprise when I was told this, the more rushing around a person does, the less likely they are to catch the plague, so it is clear that all that running around, lifting logs and the like back home was a very good idea.

Sadly, however, the mood of Parliament is not as chirpy as I am, today I presented for its second reading a bill to foster relations between England and Wales and the nation known as Manchuria as a way of paying thanks for the Imperial Emperor's granddaughter's kind gift of a really fancy uniform. I met her at a reception for ambassadors for overseas nations that wished to trade with England and Wales and we hit it off right away, she taking particular interest in my, what she termed, "strength that belies your size" and told me that I reminded her of a group of people called "ninjas" in her native homeland. When she had to return that is when she presented me with the uniform in the hope that it would lead to a further improvement between the nations so I was only too happy to return the favour via this bill, the problem is that the makeshift chamber was only half full and those members who were in it were reading pamphlets about something completely different and made me feel very nervous indeed, however, despite my nerves I managed to make the presentation and the third reading (the last one before a bill becomes law) will be heard on August 10th.

I do apologise, I had to answer a knock at the door of my office, it's an official message from the Duke of Buckingham, the person who in effect represents the King in Parliament and the leader of the grouping that I am a member of. It says that there is to be a vote on tonnage (revenue due to the King) on the same day as my bill. This is interesting, but I am sure there is nothing to worry about, these sort of votes usually go through on the nod, therefore my bill will have a whole day's debate and be voted on the same day. Now, where did I put those books on Manchuria, I want to know more about these "ninjas" and why that princess compared me to one?
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Post by Harry Hayfield » Tue Jun 18, 2019 8:16 pm

August 10th
It has happened again, I am a broken man for the second time this year, although this time I am broken not because someone I know very well has died, it is because my bill will never get discussed on the floor of the House of Commoners, and the reason why? The discussion on the payment of Tonnage to the King for (sniff) Parliament has voted against the King and the King will no doubt dissolve Parliament and as is the tradition, I will have to present my bill all over again. :(

Why do these things happen to me? Have I done something to upset the Lord God, it is He who is putting these obstacles in front of me? If so, then why? I am very respectable of those who practise to worship in the Lord, I know that most people who follow the Church of England, as I do, think that Catholics are the worst thing ever to appear, but having met some over the last few weeks they are no different to us, save that they offer their prayers to the Lord in Latin (a language that I understand having read books written in it). The only consolation I can take is that at least I am still in one piece, the honourable member for Great Yarmouth a few Parliaments ago, had his right hand chopped off in lieu of execution and before that the honourable member for Buckinghamshire back in the 16th century lost an eye in a tournament, but they received that because of what they did, whereas I have not done anything.

Pray hold, a moment. Do excuse me, there is someone knocking at my door, most likely my faithful scribe Nigel from the town of Belfast in Ireland come to offer me solace. Perhaps one day I shall look back and realise that there is nothing to worry about, after all, I am unlikely to be kidnapped am I?

Pray, forgive the intrusion, but I believe it would be best if I say a few words of explanation. My name is Nigel, scribe to Henry Cardigan MP and I fear to relate, that the honourable member for Cardiganshire has been kidnapped by persons unknown
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Post by Harry Hayfield » Wed Jun 19, 2019 6:35 pm

August 11th
First, let me reassure you, I am unharmed. Whilst it is true that I was kidnapped, there was rhyme and reason to it, therefore allow me to explain. When I opened the door I was immediately bundled into a Hessian bag (used mostly to ferry messages between the Commoners and the Lords) and I was spirited away. Thinking that I was being kidnapped by enemies of the Duke, my instincts made me reach for my sword, however then I remembered that swords are not allowed on the Parliamentary estate (thanks in part to the number of duels there were in the past) but then I remembered the two weapons that God allows every man and as I looked at them I wondered whether I would be strong enough to defeat the people who had kidnapped me.

It was then I remembered my efforts at Christmas time hauling that log through the snow and I realised that yes, I was strong enough then and am even stronger now, so resolved that as soon as the bag was opened I would leap out and with my intentions clear punch as many of the villains as possible before they could draw their swords on me. So when the bag was opened that's what I did, or rather would have done if not for the fact that the first person I encountered was His Grace, the Duke of Buckingham. As I proffered my thanks to his men for kidnapping me from those who had kidnapped me originally he smiled and said "Close, Henry, not quite, but close!"

It turned out that it was they who had kidnapped me and on the express orders of His Grace, and the reason for this, His Grace wants me to go to France on a mission so secret that he cannot tell me the reason until we return to Westminster in the next few weeks. This will give me time to ask my father as besides travelling to Westminster and Oxford, I have never left the confines of Wales in my life, but, why I have been asked I simply cannot tell, perhaps when I am next summoned by His Grace he will explain.
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Post by Harry Hayfield » Thu Jun 20, 2019 8:31 pm

August 18th
What I am about to write is something that I never thought I would ever write in a million years, and because of that I have told my father that, when what I have written has been written, he is to take this journal and lodge it in the Tower of London and not be retrieved until at least 2025 (unless a member of the Cardigan family gives express and legally binding permission) for it to be published. The reason for this secrecy, Henry Cardigan MP is dead.

This afternoon, carried in the same way as I was last time, I met with His Grace the Duke of Buckingham and told him that I was willing accept his mission whatever it may entail. After congratulating me and giving me a strong cup of tea, he explained what he wanted me to do.

First, I am to travel to France and go and live with my grandfather, Captain Dumas of His Majesty's Musketeers, during which time I must change from such an Englishman to such a Frenchman that even His Majesty Louis XIII would have problems telling me apart from a real Frenchman, then after that length of time I am to travel to Paris and enrol as a Musketeer cadet and train to become one, after that has happened and I am a full blown Musketeer I am to report to the Engish embassy in Paris and announce myself (the phrase he used was "make contact with) to the ambassdor and it is then that my mission will start, for my mission is to ensure that the liasions between the Duke of Buckingham and Her Majesty, Queen Anne of Austria (Louis's wife) do not come common knowledge.

Now, you understand why this journal will have to be kept under lock and key for as long as possible, however, a new journal will replace it, a journal written on a farm in the south of France, and labelled not "The Journal of Henry Cardigan" but "Le Journal de Henri de Ceredigion" for in twenty four hours time, my father and I will sail from Pool in Dorset into the middle of the Bay of Biscay where I will disembark and embark a boat owned by my grandfather and when my father returns to Pool he will relate a tale that will shock Westminster to its core, a tempest, the likes of which has never been seen before, blew up and swept Henry Cardigan MP to his death.

This is why I say Henry Cardigan MP is dead.
"Great heavens, what is there to adulate in me? Am I particularly intelligent, or remarkably studious, or excruciatingly witty, or unusually accomplished, or exceptionally virtuous?"
(The Duke of Dunstable, Patience by Gilbert and Sullivan)

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