Go to 1888 and the death of Queen Vivtoria's grandson through cancer, and the succession of Wilhelm in lieu.

 

1. However, in the background there was a prediction that 100 years after Plassey, 1757, the Raj would be destroyed.
2. Then there was the practice of runners being sent with broken chappatis  (as in "Nightrunners of Bengal" by John Masters) to fulfil another prediction. These guys were just sent willy-nilly around the neighbourhood, to create an atmosphere.
3. Then there was the suspension of Nana Sahib's (or was it Tiphoo Sahib?) annuity.
4. So, add a load of rubbish about dodgy ammunition and you've got a powder keg.

It is a myth, but like most myths it has a tiny grain of truth to give it credibility. Experiments with a new form of grease were carried out at Woolwich, but animal fats were deemed unsatisfactory for use in India so the experiments were abandoned before any of the cartridges were manufactured for military use.

 

It was Nana Sahib, Tipoo was the Sultan of Mysore killed nearly 60 years before.

Ref # 14. It was Queen Victoria's son-in-law, Emperor Friedrich III of Germany who died in 1888. He was married to her eldest daughter and reigned as Emperor for just 98 days. Therefore his son Wilhelm succeeded to the throne earlier than he should aged 29, had his father lived longer (he died aged 56) Wilhelm would have, hopefully, been more mature and WW I might have been avoided. That's one line of thought at least. 

Ref # 19. Excuse me ! I'm not the flasher extraordinaire, I'm the incorrigible windbag.

You're right about the Hanoverian throne. Salic Law applied in all the German states.

Mark, re #17

I have just been reading "the Private life of Jack the Ripper" by Richard Gordon. Commencing in1888, it goes into some detail regarding this topic because many

British Surgeons were in attendance, and arguably diagnosed and mistreated the complaint.

It also goes into the psychology of paedophilia, dwarf fetishism, dummy flogging and countless other practices with which site members (excluding me) identify.

Peter the Pure 

Tiger, yer #18

Appears that instead of investin' in me gems,

  

 

Yer've been at the smutty Daguerrotypes again. Otherwise yer'd know I never associate with brave men lest they betray me lifetime of undetected cowardice. (Undetected that is by anyone still alive vide me late Platoon Sgt at Piper's fort ) 

So, lay off the mind-corrodin' literature,

 

And send yer feller around with the necessary boodle. Guineas, no cheques.

Ref # 22. Yes, a British surgeon was consulted and he said it wasn't cancer. Only when it was too late was the correct diagnosis made.

Tiger Tiger is burnin' bright

Ilsa is the turn-on for the night

What great bulging symmetry

And piles of guineas - for me.

 

William Blake I ain't.

 

William Blake. 1757�?827

489. The Tiger

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies	5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

Flash, I admit I like to flog dummies & toss dwarfs whether they are agreeable to it or not.

 

T-Dog

Adds a small thrill when they squeal like hawgs............