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Okay, I am going to bed now. I have probably worked for about ten hours today on this thing, and it won't take me long to finish it tomorrow. i hope. i am going to have to go to the library to check a few things (I'm missing some page numbers, it seems), but I can get those on Monday, or if even Tuesday. The paper isn't due until 4:30 ;)
I'm putting something here, though, that I would like people to read over for me. See, Carl said that he likes it when ppeople can start off their papers with a good story. I think that this was kind of like a hint ;) Anyway, I'm good at writing stories, I think, and really, there are plenty of good ones to use. i chose this one because it lays out some good themes, and also, that is the material that I am going to *end* my essay with, just as I conclude. but I would like to see what people think :) the quote in it is from the trial that Moseley faced for high crimes and misdemeanours, and spreading sedition. Orders of a German Prince indeed! On the other hand, maybe it was just the sleep dep talking.
It was December twenty-sixth, 1718. Five men, among them Colonel Edward Moseley, the leader of the popular party in the North Carolinian parliament, approached the house of Deputy-Secretary John Lovick at Sandy Point. Their countenances were dark as they bullied their way into the house, and then into the secretary’s office. They were angry, and they were after information. They kept control of the office for twenty-four hours, pouring through the council record and other public papers. The next day, a larger crowd proceeded to Lovick’s house. This time it was the governor, Charles Eden, with the provost-marshal, chief justice Frederick Jones, and a gaggle of lesser politicians and accumulates curious spectators. Moseley’s gang, Maurice, Thomas and Joseph Moore, with Thomas Lutten and Henry Clayton, were placed under arrest and led out of the house. Moseley paused on the way out, eying the gathered crowd defiantly. He singled Jones with his sharp gaze, shook his head, and addressed the judge with words meant for all ears.
“I wonder that you should be concerned in so foolish and frivolous a business, but ‘tis like their proceedings,” he jerked his head to the governor, “and they will be ashamed of it. They could easily procure armed men to come and disturb quiet and honest men, but could not raise them to destroy Teach. But instead of that, he was suffered to go on in his villainies, and my commitment is illegal.” He narrowed his eyes and spat out his words. “It is like the commands of a German prince.”
The crowd murmured, and the governor fumed, but everyone knew what he meant. Only a month earlier, the Governor of Virginia had sent men down the coast to flush out the pirate, Edward Teach, who had been living in Bath under the pretext of a pardon from Eden. Teach had been defeated – killed even, and on his person the victors found an incriminatingly friendly letter from Tobias Knight, Lovick’s direct superior and colonial secretary of North Carolina.
In other news, my cupcakes came out awesome! I think it was the extra oil :) *hugs* to Cat and Jodie :) Now, what am I going to do with *twelve* of them? o_O
I'm putting something here, though, that I would like people to read over for me. See, Carl said that he likes it when ppeople can start off their papers with a good story. I think that this was kind of like a hint ;) Anyway, I'm good at writing stories, I think, and really, there are plenty of good ones to use. i chose this one because it lays out some good themes, and also, that is the material that I am going to *end* my essay with, just as I conclude. but I would like to see what people think :) the quote in it is from the trial that Moseley faced for high crimes and misdemeanours, and spreading sedition. Orders of a German Prince indeed! On the other hand, maybe it was just the sleep dep talking.
It was December twenty-sixth, 1718. Five men, among them Colonel Edward Moseley, the leader of the popular party in the North Carolinian parliament, approached the house of Deputy-Secretary John Lovick at Sandy Point. Their countenances were dark as they bullied their way into the house, and then into the secretary’s office. They were angry, and they were after information. They kept control of the office for twenty-four hours, pouring through the council record and other public papers. The next day, a larger crowd proceeded to Lovick’s house. This time it was the governor, Charles Eden, with the provost-marshal, chief justice Frederick Jones, and a gaggle of lesser politicians and accumulates curious spectators. Moseley’s gang, Maurice, Thomas and Joseph Moore, with Thomas Lutten and Henry Clayton, were placed under arrest and led out of the house. Moseley paused on the way out, eying the gathered crowd defiantly. He singled Jones with his sharp gaze, shook his head, and addressed the judge with words meant for all ears.
“I wonder that you should be concerned in so foolish and frivolous a business, but ‘tis like their proceedings,” he jerked his head to the governor, “and they will be ashamed of it. They could easily procure armed men to come and disturb quiet and honest men, but could not raise them to destroy Teach. But instead of that, he was suffered to go on in his villainies, and my commitment is illegal.” He narrowed his eyes and spat out his words. “It is like the commands of a German prince.”
The crowd murmured, and the governor fumed, but everyone knew what he meant. Only a month earlier, the Governor of Virginia had sent men down the coast to flush out the pirate, Edward Teach, who had been living in Bath under the pretext of a pardon from Eden. Teach had been defeated – killed even, and on his person the victors found an incriminatingly friendly letter from Tobias Knight, Lovick’s direct superior and colonial secretary of North Carolina.
In other news, my cupcakes came out awesome! I think it was the extra oil :) *hugs* to Cat and Jodie :) Now, what am I going to do with *twelve* of them? o_O
sleepy