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Bodie. The Professionals was a British spy show in the late 70's starring Lewis Collins as Bodie, a former paratrooper and SAS soldier. His partner, Doyle, was played by Martin Shaw, a well known stage actor.
Bodie. The Professionals was a British spy show in the late 70's starring Lewis Collins as Bodie, a former paratrooper and SAS soldier. His partner, Doyle, was played by Martin Shaw, a well known stage actor.
![Letter to My Brother Beekman by Henry Livingston (1786) - Guardian Angels
A funny, poetic letter to Henrys younger brother Beekman. The music, Guardian Angels, appears in Henrys music manuscript. Read by Byron Nilsson.
This poem, by the way, is the one that the academics always quoted when they were looking at the authorship issue of “Night Before Christmas”. Henry writes in anapest frequently. Moore has 2 anapests. One is a nasty little piece about a fight between a pig and a rooster. The other is a Christmas poem for his little daughter that includes the line, “How sad to have left your stocking quite empty,” when complaining about her crying too much.
And if youre thinking of crying, misogyny, cry, rather, teasing. Henry was always in favor of the education of women.
Letter to my brother Beekman
who then lived with Mr. Schenk
at New Lebanon - 1786
To my dear brother Beekman I sit down to write
Ten minutes past eight & a very cold night.
Not far from me sits with a baullancy cap on
Our very good couzin, Elizabeth Tappen,
A tighter young seamstress youd neer wish to see
And she (blessings on her) is sewing for me.
New shirts & new cravats this morning cut out
Are tumbled in heaps and lye huddled about.
My wardrobe (a wonder) will soon be enriched
With ruffles new hemmed & wristbands new stitched.
Believe me dear brother tho women may be
Compared to us, of inferiour degree
Yet still they are useful I vow with a fegs [1]
When our shirts are in tatters & jackets in rags.
Now for news my sweet fellow - first learn with a sigh
That matters are carried here gloriously high
Such gadding - such ambling - such jaunting about
To tea with Miss Nancy - to sweet Willys rout
New parties at coffee - then parties at wine
Next day all the world with the Major must dine.
Then bounce all hands to Fishkill must go in a clutter
To guzzle bohea and destroy bread & butter
While you at New Lebanon stand all forlorn
Behind the cold counter from evning to morn
The old tenor merchants push nigher & nigher
Till fairly they shut out poor Baze from the fire.
Out out my dear brother Aunt Amys just come
With a flask for molasses & a bottle for rum
Run! help the poor creature to light from her jade
You see the dear ladys a power afraid.
Souse into your arms she leaps like an otter
And smears your new coat with her piggin of butter
Next an army of shakers your quarters beleager
With optics distorted & visages meagre
To fill their black runlets with brandy & gin
Two blessed exorcists to drive away sin.
But laugh away sorrow nor mind it a daisy
Since it matters but little my dear brother Bazee
Whether here you are rolling in pastime & pleasure
Or up at New Lebanon taffety measure
If the sweetest of lasses Contentment you find
And the banquet enjoy of an undisturbd mind
Of friendship & love let who will make a pother
Believe me dear Baze your affectionate brother
Will never forget the fifth son of his mother.
P.S. If it suits your convenience remit if you please
To my good brother Paul an embrace & a squeeze. Letter to My Brother Beekman by Henry Livingston (1786) - Guardian Angels](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hB-uHg9QTc8/mqdefault.jpg)









