Morbid Whimsy
Month: January 2016
The White Dove, A Fairytale
by Ethan Allen Hitchcock, 1863
A young girl was once riding in a coach with her master and mistress through a large wood ; and when they came to the middle of it, a band of robbers rushed out of a thicket, and killed all whom they found. Thus all were killed except the maid, who had jumped in terror out of the coach and hidden herself behind a tree.
Young Wife Murdered
From The Breckenridge Bulletin
~ May 19,1906 ~
Death, An Appointment
To love here on Earth,
Is indeed to prepare the way for sorrow,
for all who love must be parted,
by the great appointment.
~ From Sermons of Consolation by F.W. P. Greenwood, 1847 ~
Crow & Willow Tree
From the Metropolitan Museum of Art. 柳に鴉図
Crow and Willow Tree is a painting from the Meiji period (1868-1912) by Kawanabe Kyōsai. Medium: Album leaf; ink and color on silk.
~ 1887 ~
Death’s Momento: Emil Melmoth
Emil Melmoth is a visual artist and horror lover with a predilection for sculpture. This is a detail from a piece called “Momento.”
The Dissection Room
~ The Dissection Room at Cambridge University, 1888 ~
Ute Indian Skull
Six Adult Male Pah Ute Indian Skulls…
Dry plate. exposure 7 seconds each.
WAR DEPARTMENT, SURGEON GENERAL’S OFFICE, ARMY MEDICAL MUSEUM, WASHINGTON, D. C. Photograph No. 24 Negative No. 24
~ 1885 ~
Mystic Figures of the Enchiridion
January Enigma
Answer this enigma in the comments below by identifying the subjects referred to in italics. The first letter of each answer, when read together, spell out “January.” The first to answer correctly will be rewarded.
The God whom Artists always grace,
By giving him a double face;
The food divine, that’s eat on high,
By all the inmates of the sky;
Also the Liquor drank above,
Which Hebe hands, to mighty Jove;
He, who for fair Calypso’s smile,
Forgot his wife, and native isle;
Now Thetis’ son, who chose the strife,
Of warlike fame, instead of life;
That island, where we’re always told,
The brass Colossus stood of old;
The time, no efforts can regain,
Tho’ oft we spend its hours in vain.
Take the first letters and they’ll tell
A month, when firing pleases well.
Good luck.
Rat & Raven 