For the last year or so, when I have submitted comments to various conservative blogs, I have used the nom du internet of "Hunsdon." I am not, in point of fact, Hunsdon. In point of fact, even Hunsdon was not Hunsdon---he was more properly Henry Carey, created Baron Hunsdon by his kinswoman Elizabeth I. Of greatest interest to me was his extensive service as Warden of the Eastern March, that portion of the border country lying between England and Scotland.
Hunsdon served as warden of the Eastern March for nearly thirty years, and as Lord Warden of the Marches for seven years.
This was the time of the border reivers, an unsettled time, when the stability and civilization of Edinburgh and London were only vague rumors, and where law was enforced with fire, and with sword, and with the rope. Word on the border was that Hunsdon was hard, but fair.
Hunsdon was famously blunt, even in court. When Queen Elizabeth offered, as he was dying, to create him Earl Wiltshire, he responded, "Madam, as you did not count me worthy of this honour in life, then I shall account myself not worthy of it in death."
In writing this blog, I shall strive to emulate Hunsdon. I shall pull no punches, but throw no punches absent reason. I shall strive to comment fairly on matters of concern or import.
Friend Hunsdon,
ReplyDeleteEven more common that the full-fledged peasant rebellion, and I've read that Russia averaged over fifty pesant rising per year during the 19th Century, was the "shot in the dark."
Many a brutal noble ended his live shot in the back with bow or musket while riding his estate, and many more were stabbed in their sleep.
As you saaid, when the downtrodden push back the results are often fatl for their oppressors. And that is as it should be.
Doc