Lieutenant General Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden-Powell, 1st Baron Baden-Powell, OM GCMG GCVO KCB DL (/ˈbeɪdən ˈpoʊ.əl/ Baden as in maiden; Powell as in Joel) (22 February 1857 – 8 January 1941), also known as B-P or Lord Baden-Powell, was a lieutenant-general in the British Army, writer, founder of the Scout Movement and first Chief Scout of The Boy Scouts Association.
After having been educated at Charterhouse School in Surrey, Baden-Powell served in the British Army from 1876 until 1910 in India and Africa. In 1899, during the Second Boer War in South Africa, Baden-Powell successfully defended the town in the Siege of Mafeking. Several of his military books, written for military reconnaissance and scout training in his African years, were also read by boys. Based on those earlier books, he wrote Scouting for Boys, published in 1908 by Sir Arthur Pearson, for youth readership. In 1907, he held the first Brownsea Island Scout camp, which is now seen as the beginning of Scouting.
Robert Baden Powell (May 24, 1901 – September 2, 1976) was a Canadian politician. He represented the electoral district of Digby in the Nova Scotia House of Assembly from 1963 to 1970. He was a member of the Progressive Conservative Party of Nova Scotia.
Born in 1901 at Westport, Nova Scotia, Powell was a graduate of the Nova Scotia Teachers College. He was an industrial arts teacher by career. He married Rae Effie Hankinson in 1933. Powell entered provincial politics in the 1963 election, defeating Liberal incumbent Victor Cardoza by 293 votes in the Digby riding. He was re-elected by 129 votes in the 1967 election. He did not reoffer in the 1970 election. Powell died at Plympton, Nova Scotia on September 2, 1976.
Baden Powell is a surname (Baden rhymes with maiden; Powell with Noel). Notable people with the surname include:
Baden-Powell is a 1989 biography of Robert Baden-Powell by Tim Jeal. Tim Jeal's work, researched over five years, was first published by Hutchinson in the UK and Yale University Press . It was reviewed by the New York Times. As James Casada writes in his review for Library Journal, it is "a balanced, definitive assessment which so far transcends previous treatments as to make them almost meaningless."
Although Jeal's Baden-Powell "transcends previous treatments" and is exceptionally well referenced, as a "balanced, definitive assessment" it has come under criticism. Academic books and articles on Baden-Powell had become critical and negative since the 1960s culminating in Michael Rosenthal's 1986 The Character Factory. Jeal's biographies restored the reputations of British imperial era figures such as David Livingstone and so Jeal did with Baden-Powell. Jeal relied predominantly on material from the established scout organizations and from Baden-Powell's own writings, diaries and correspondence. The people and organizations behind the commissioning, editing and publishing of Jeal's Baden-Powell are also of interest in the balance of the book.
Baden Powell, MA, FRS, FRGS (22 August 1796 – 11 June 1860) was an English mathematician and Church of England priest. He was also prominent as a liberal theologian who put forward advanced ideas about evolution. He held the Savilian Chair of Geometry at the University of Oxford from 1827 to 1860.
Powell married three times, and had fourteen children in total.
Powell's first marriage on 21 July 1821 to Eliza Rivaz (died 13 March 1836) was childless.
His second marriage on 27 September 1837 to Charlotte Pope (died 14 October 1844) produced one son and three daughters:
His third marriage on 10 March 1846 (at St Luke's Church, Chelsea) to Henrietta Grace Smyth (3 September 1824–13 October 1914), a daughter of Admiral Smyth, produced seven sons and three daughters:
Minha vida era um palco iluminado
Eu vivia vestido de dourado, palhaço das perdidas ilusões
Cheio dos guizos falsos da alegria
Andei cantando minha fantasia entre aplausos febris dos corações
Meu barracão lá no morro do Salgueiro
Tinha o cantar alegre de um viveiro, foste a sonoridade que acabou
E hoje, quando do sol a claridade
Forra o meu barracão, sinto saudade da mulher pomba-rola que voou
Nossas roupas comuns dependuradas
Tal qual bandeiras agitadas, pareciam um estranho festival
Festa dos nossos trapos coloridos
A mostrar que nos morros mal vestidos é sempre feriado nacional
A porta do barraco era sem trinco
Mas a lua furando o nosso zinco salpicava de estrelas nosso chão
Tu pisava nos astros distraída
Sem saber que a ventura desta vida é a cabrocha, o luar e um violão