“We need audacity, and yet more audacity, and always audacity”
- George Jacques Danton
1759 – 5 April 1794 (died on the guillotine)
A Historical Novel
by Duane Robert Pierson
Annie and the Prince of Wales
The future king of England comes to Portland Maine, as does the British fleet. There is a magnificent ball for the officers. A thousand militiamen escort the Prince down Congress Street to the harbor. Thousands of visitors come to the peninsula to see it all. Annie Murphy and Addie Harman fall in love and meet their future husbands.
This novel is about something that actually happened, now completely erased from the collective memory. Not many are aware that the biggest event in the history of Portland Maine took place over a period of days in October 1860. At that time the Prince of Wales (later Edward VII) concluding a 90-day tour of North America came to Portland Harbor to embark for home in England. All this occurred just two weeks before Abraham Lincoln was elected President of the United States. At that time the country was also in the midst of what is known as the Second Great Religious Awakening.
Needless to say, the peninsula upon which Portland stands was swamped with visitors. There were the famous, politicians of the highest order, miscreants such as pickpockets and burglars, and just plain people.
The British fleet was anchored in the harbor. The grand ball for the officers of the fleet was held in the magnificent new town hall. Militia companies from around the state came to escort the prince through town in a gigantic parade. The harbor filled with British men- of-war who put on a fantastic show as 21 gun salutes rebounded and rockets flared while hundreds of sailors went up the shrouds into the rigging to stand hand in hand manning the yards.
The novel is historically accurate. However, it does have fictional characters living their lives, having romances, interacting with the visitors and enjoying the festivity.
From “Education by Poetry” Robert Frost 1930
I do not think anybody ever knows the discreet use of metaphor, his own and other people’s, the discreet handling of metaphor, unless he has been properly educated in poetry.
Poetry begins in trivial metaphors, pretty metaphors, "grace" metaphors, and goes on to the profoundest thinking that we have. Poetry provides the one permissible way of saying one thing and meaning another. People say, "Why don’t you say what you mean?" We never do that, do we, being all of us too much poets. We like to talk in parables and in hints and in indirections—whether from diffidence or some other instinct.