I am no expert, but I’m sure Mary Queen of Scots wrote her last letter well before the invention of the post box; before the invention of the stamp in fact! It is quite a clever illustration, isn’t it? Assuming Mary Queen of Scots did dispatch her last correspondence from Fotheringhay in 1587, as the post box implies. I especially like the monogram of Queen Elizabeth I (of England) on the post box, where the monogram of Queen Elizabeth II would be on a modern one, like the example at the end of my street.
I was lost when I took this photograph, but I have a feeling that this beautiful garden gate is somewhere close to the Royal Commonwealth Pool on Dalkeith Road. “The Secret Garden” by Frances Hodgson Burnett came to mind briefly, before walking on down a seemingly endless road and then turning around to walk back the way I came!
To quote the Edinburgh World Heritage website, “At the corner of the building, between the ground and first floors, is a figure of Moses kneeling on top of a sundial. On the image of the sun next to him are the Greek, Latin and English words for God. The figure used to have a miniature pulpit below him, so that he looked like John Knox preaching“.
This evening I consulted my copy of “How To Read a Church” by Richard Taylor, my first port of call when it comes to matters of religious symbolism in a Christian context, and it says, “Moses, with white hair and long beard, is usually shown carrying two tablets bearing the Ten Commandments“.
I wonder what happened to the second tablet in this case?
My initial interest in this was purely architectural and seem to have missed any clues as to why this legend, “Heave awa’ chaps, I’m not dead let“, was placed above this portrait of a rather striking young man above the entrance to Paisley Close. Now, months later, I’ve finally gotten around to looking up what this motto means and it turns out there is quite a story behind it. WWW.Best of Scotland.Com informs me that, on the 24th November 1861, a tenement collapsed on the site, killing 35 people. “Heave awa’ chaps, I’m not dead let” is a gentrified version of the cry issued by a young man, Joseph McIver, who was buried beneath the rubble. Mr McIver was rescued and this memorial, carved by Edinburgh based sculpture John Rhind (according to a certain on-line encyclopaedia), placed above the entrance to Paisley Close, which was built on the site.
I wonder how many other stories I haven’t discovered yet?
To quote the The Peoples Story Museum’s website, “If you want to experience a real slice of Edinburgh life in the past, from workdays to washdays, high days to holidays, The People’s Story is the museum to visit”.
This was my last photograph of the interior of St. Giles Cathedral, back in March, and it appears that I didn’t make a note of exactly what the rest of the window depicts, but saints featured in this panel are recognisable by the symbols that they are depicted with.
St. Stephen The Martyr, one of the Church’s first Deacons, carries the stones used by his executioners; he is also the patron saint of stone masons.
St. Agnes carries a lamb representing her innocence as a virgin-martyr. She is the patron saint of a whole range of things including gardeners, rape victims, engaged couples and the Diocese of Rockville Centre, Long Island, New York.
Behind them, hardly visible, is St. Mark, carrying the Gospel that bears his name. The Lion of St. Mark can also be seen above his head.