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Many people had thought that the Russians hoped to get control of
India. If they had succeeded in doing so, the Queen would have been
saved the sorrow that came to her from a revolt of her Indian troops
which was known as the Sepoy Mutiny. The commanders of the troops were
English, but most of the rank and file were either Mohammedans or
Hindus. The Mohammedans looked upon the cow as sacred, and the Hindus
regarded the hog as unclean, therefore, when cartridges were given them
greased with a mixture of tallow and lard, the soldiers of both peoples
were very angry. Another trouble was that the English government had
declared that no one should lose his property on account of any change
in his religious belief, and this decree aroused the wrath of the
native priests. The revolt was one of the most fearful events known in
history, for even women and children were murdered as brutally as if
the Sepoys had been wild beasts.

January, 1858, was the time that had been set for the marriage of the
Princess Royal, and although India was not entirely subdued, the Sepoys
were so nearly under control that England could join heartily in the
wedding rejoicings. Buckingham Palace was crowded with guests, so many
princes and princesses that when they went to the theater, they made,
as the Queen said, "a wonderful row of royalties." "Macbeth" and three
other plays were performed in honor of the occasion. For a week, eighty
or ninety persons sat at the Queen's dinner table every day. There were
operas, dinner parties, dances, concerts, and a great ball at which one
thousand guests were present.

When the wedding gifts began to arrive, the large drawing room of the
palace became a veritable fairyland, as table after table was piled
with presents. "Fritz," as the family called Prince Frederick William,
had brought to his bride a necklace of pearls, which the Queen said
were the largest she had ever seen. This was only the beginning. The
Princess and her mother went for a little walk in the palace garden,
and when they came in, there were more tables and an entirely new
display of gifts; they went to their own rooms, and when they returned,
still more gifts had arrived. There were pictures, candelabra, diamond
and emerald bracelets, brooches, necklaces, everything in the shape of
jewelry that can be imagined, and, what especially pleased the
housewifely tastes of the Queen, there were quantities of needlework
from many ladies of the kingdom, for the Princess was a special
favorite, and rich and poor were eager to send her some token of their
love. The young girl was in ecstasies; then she remembered that going
with "Fritz" meant leaving her father and mother, and she burst into

At the end of the festal week came the wedding day. The Queen said, "I
felt as if I were being married over again myself, only much more
nervous," and when just before the ceremony, she was daguerreotyped
with "Fritz and Vicky," she trembled so that her likeness was badly

Early in the morning the bells began to ring, but long before their
first peal, thousands were out in the streets, too excited to sleep or
even to remain in their homes. The procession was formed just as it had
been eighteen years before at the marriage of the Queen, and the long
line of carriages drove from Buckingham Palace to the Chapel Royal of
St. James. Trumpets were blown, banners were waved, and the whole city
reechoed with the shouts of the merrymakers. The Queen bowed to her
people as graciously as ever, but she could not forget for a moment
that her oldest daughter was about to leave her, and she wrote
afterwards, "The cheering made my heart sick within me."

The procession was even more beautiful than that on the wedding day of
the Queen, because in this one there were so many children. First came
the members of the royal family, the Duchess of Kent nearest to the
Queen and her children, looking very handsome in her gown of violet
velvet trimmed with ermine. Then came the Prime Minister bearing the
sword of state. He was followed by "Bertie," who was now a tall young
man of sixteen, and "Affie," the sailor boy of fourteen, both in
Highland costume. Everyone was looking for the Queen, and she came
directly after her two older sons. She was resplendent in a moire skirt
of lilac and silver with a long train of lilac velvet, and was all
ablaze with diamonds. The two little boys, the namesake of the Duke of
Wellington, and Leopold, who was not yet five years old, walked one on
either side of their mother. They as well as the older boys were
brilliant in Stuart plaid, which made a glowing contrast with the lilac
velvet. Behind the Queen walked hand in hand the three royal girls,
Alice, who was fifteen, and the two younger ones, Helena and Louise.
They were in pink satin with cornflowers and marguerites in their hair.
The nine royal children were present, with the exception of baby
Beatrice, who was not yet one year old. The Queen and the royal family
took their places in the "Royal Closet," a room opening into the

All the guests had assembled long before the entrance of the
procession, and now they were all watching eagerly for the Prince of
Prussia and the Princess Royal of England. The Prince, in his dark blue
uniform, looked thoroughly a soldier. He made a profound bow to the
Queen, knelt in prayer for a few minutes, then stood waiting to receive
his bride. After the gorgeous colors worn by those who had preceded
her, the white moire dress and the wreath of orange blossoms and myrtle
made the Princess look very childlike. She walked between her father
and King Leopold, her train borne by the eight young girls who were her
bridesmaids. They were in white tulle with pink roses. Among the roses
were sprigs of white heather, for even in the excitement of this
wedding season, the Queen did not forget her Scottish home.

The Prince was much more calm than the Archbishop of Canterbury, for
the clergyman was so nervous that he left out some passages from the
marriage service. At the moment that the ring was put on the finger of
the bride, the cannon were fired as at the marriage of the Queen; but
now the people of Germany must not be forgotten, and as the first gun
sounded, a telegram was sent to Berlin. The last words of the service
were read, "The Lord mercifully with his favor look upon you," and the
"Hallelujah Chorus" burst forth, followed by Mendelssohn's "Wedding
March," as the bride and bridegroom went forth from the chapel hand in

All London was keeping holiday, and throngs had gathered about
Buckingham Palace, ready to greet the returning party with most
tumultuous applause. The honeymoon was to be spent at Windsor, and the
Eton boys, who always claimed a share in royal rejoicings, dragged the
royal carriage from the railroad station to the castle.

A few days later came the final good-bys, and these were much harder
than if the bride had not been of the royal family, for kings and
queens can make few visits. It was a very tearful time, "a dreadful
day," wrote the Queen. "I think it will kill me to take leave of dear
papa," the bride had said to her mother, but the moment of parting had
to come. The snow was falling fast, but all the way to the wharf at
Gravesend were beautiful decorations and crowds of people, and on the
pier were companies of young girls wearing wreaths and carrying flowers
to strew before the feet of the bride. "Come back to us if he doesn't
treat you well," called a voice from the crowd, and the steamer moved
slowly away from the wharf. Prince Albert watched it for a few minutes,
then returned to the Queen, who was lonely in her great palace, so
lonely that even the sight of baby Beatrice made her sad, reminding her
that only a few hours before the little one had been in the arms of the
beloved eldest daughter.

"The little lady does her best to please him," Prince Albert had
written on the day of the Princess's engagement; but now she had
thousands of people to please, and the father and mother at home waited
anxiously for letters and telegrams and reports of friends to know what
welcome the Germans had given to their daughter, for so much of her
future comfort among them depended upon the first impression that she
made. "Dear child," wrote Prince Albert to her, "I should have so liked
to be in the crowd and hear what the multitude said of you." He had
already received a proud and jubilant telegram from "Fritz,"--"The
whole royal family is enchanted with my wife." The Princess Hohenlohe,
the Queen's beloved half-sister, wrote from Berlin, "The enthusiasm and
interest shown are beyond everything. Never was a princess in this
country received as she is."

Later in the year, the royal father and mother contrived to make a
fortnight's visit to Germany, and found the "Princess Frederick
William" "quite the old Vicky still." Prince Albert's birthday was
celebrated during their stay. The children at home were also
celebrating it with the Duchess of Kent. They recited poems and played
their pieces of music and exhibited the pictures that they had drawn.
Several days earlier, they had all sent birthday letters to Germany,
and these letters were given a prominent place on the "presents table."
The Queen's gift to her husband was a portrait of baby Beatrice, done
in oil. The Princess did not forget the Scotch home that she loved, and
among her gifts to her father was an iron chair for the Balmoral

The farewells had to be said much too soon. Then came the return to
England and the other children. They were growing up fast. The Prince
of Wales was at Oxford, not idling his time away, but working so hard
that the irrepressible Punch called him "A Prince at High Pressure."
Alfred, who was now fourteen, had just passed his examination and
received his midshipman's appointment. The examiners would have been
satisfied with fifty correct answers, but the Prince had presented
eighty; and when his father and mother landed at Osborne, there he
stood on the wharf in his naval cadet's uniform, half-blushing, and
looking as happy as a boy who was not a prince would have looked after
coming out of a three-days' examination with flying colors. Several
months earlier, Prince Albert had watched him reef a topsail in a
strong breeze, and said it almost took his breath away to see him "do
all sorts of things at that dizzy height."

The circle of children soon began to widen, for early in 1859 Princess
"Vicky" became the mother of a boy, and the Queen, not yet forty years
of age, was a grandmother. The child was named Frederick William Victor
Albert. Ever since her marriage, the Princess had kept up a constant
correspondence with home. She wrote her mother every day, sometimes
twice a day, telling all the little events of her life. To her father
she sent every Monday long letters on general topics, and he always
sent a reply two days later. No one knew better than he the
difficulties that lay before her in making her home in a foreign
country, and often his letters gave her bits of advice that had come
from his own experience. Sometimes they were little pictures of home
life. Once he told her of a "splendid snowman" that the children had
made, with a yellow carrot for a nose and an old hat of "Affie's" on
his head. After the birth of Frederick William Victor Albert, the
letters from Germany never forgot to tell the latest news about the
little German baby; and the English letters quoted the sayings of baby
Beatrice, whom Prince Albert called "the most amusing baby we ever
had." One day he wrote of this little one, "When she tumbles, she calls
out in bewilderment, 'She don't like it, she don't like it.' She came
into breakfast a short time ago with her eyes full of tears, moaning,
'Baby has been so naughty, poor baby so naughty,' as one might complain
of being ill or of having slept badly."

While Buckingham Palace had still its merry group of children, the two
older sons, "Bertie" and "Affie," were on their way across the ocean.
Prince Alfred was making a voyage to the Cape of Good Hope, and the
Prince of Wales was going to Canada. During the Crimean War, the colony
had raised and equipped a regiment to aid the mother country, and had
most urgently invited the monarch to visit her lands in the west; but
because of the exposure and fatigue it was not thought wise for her to
accept the invitation. Canada had then asked that one of the Princes
should be appointed governor. They were far too young for any such
position, but the promise was made that the Prince of Wales should
visit the colony. In the spring of 1860 it was decided that he should
go early in the autumn.

The Prince was delighted with the expedition, and was ready to be
pleased with whatever came to hand. In Newfoundland a ball was given
for him, and he danced not only with the ladies of the official circle,
but with the wives and daughters of the fish-merchants, and had the
tact to make himself liked by all. "He had a most dignified manner and
bearing," said the wife of the Archdeacon. "God bless his pretty face
and send him a good wife," cried the fishermen. His visit to Canada was
not all amusement, for he had the usual royal duties to perform. He
opened an exhibition, laid the last stone of the Victoria Bridge over
the St. Lawrence, and laid the corner stone of the new parliamentary
buildings at Ottawa. No fault could be found with his manner of
attending to such duties, but he won the hearts of the people less by
laying corner stones than by such bits of boyishness as singing with
the band one day when they chanced to play some of his favorite airs.
He saw Blondin walk across Niagara Falls on a tight-rope. "I beg of
you, don't do that again," he said earnestly to the performer. "There
is really not the least danger; I would willingly carry you over on my
back," replied Blondin, but the Prince did not accept the offer.

When Mr. Buchanan, President of the United States, heard that the
Prince of Wales was coming to Canada, he wrote to the Queen, inviting
the Prince to visit him at the White House, and assuring her that her
son would receive a very cordial greeting from the Americans. The city
of New York meant to have a royal visit all to herself, and therefore
sent a special invitation for him to come to that city.

The United States showed no lack of interest in the young man.
Reporters from the leading American papers followed him about in
Canada; and when he crossed to Detroit, he found the whole city
illuminated, and the streets so crowded that he had to slip into his
hotel by the side entrance. He visited the grave of Washington, and
planted a tree by the tomb of the man who had prevented him from
becoming the ruler of all North America. His visit to the White House
lasted for five days, and at its close, President Buchanan wrote to the
Queen: "In our domestic circle he has won all hearts."

In New York a ball was given for him which he enjoyed; but he was far
more enthusiastic over a parade of the New York Fire Department. Six
thousand firemen in uniform turned out one evening, all with lighted
torches except those who manned the ropes. A delightful trait in both
his parents was their feeling that honors shown them were not merely
actions due to their position, but were marks of courtesy and kindness;
and the Prince showed this same characteristic, for at the review he
cried with grateful delight, "It is splendid, and it's all for me,
every bit for me!"

On the Prince's return voyage he was so delayed by contrary winds that
two warships were sent out to search for him. He reached home late in
November, and on his return a letter was written to President Buchanan
by the Queen, expressing her gratitude for the kindness shown her son
and speaking very warmly of the friendship between England and the
United States.

While the Prince of Wales was receiving the honors of the western
continent, the midshipman brother was on his way to South Africa. When
he landed at Cape Town, the English governor accompanied him on a short
tour through the English possessions, during which he laid the first
stone of the famous breakwater in Table Bay. He was cheered and feasted
and received with all the honors that could be devised so long as he
was on land; but when he returned to his vessel, he was no longer
treated as a prince; for on shipboard he was simply a midshipman and in
no wise different from the other naval cadets. When the chief of an
African tribe came to visit the ship, he saw the young Prince
bare-footed and helping the other midshipmen to wash the decks. The
chief went away wondering, and a little later, he and his councilors
sent to the English a most interesting letter. It read:

"When the son of England's great Queen becomes subject to a subject,
that he may learn wisdom, when the sons of England's chiefs and nobles
leave the homes and wealth of their fathers, and with their young
Prince endure hardships and sufferings in order that they may be wise
and become a defense to their country, when we behold these things, we
see why the English are a great and mighty nation."

When the two brothers returned to England, they found that their sister
Alice had followed the example of the Princess Royal and had become
engaged. The fortunate man was Prince Louis of Hesse. Prince Albert
wrote to his daughter in Germany of "the great Alician event," saying,
"Alice and Louis are as happy as mortals can be."

Not long after these cheerful times, a deep sorrow came to the loving
heart of the Queen. In the midst of the days that were so full of care
for her children, her home, and the duties of state not only in
England, but also in Africa and Asia, the constant thought of the Queen
had been her mother's comfort. When the daughter could not be with her
mother, letters were sent every day, and frequently several times a
day, and nothing was neglected that could add to the Duchess's ease and
happiness. For some time she had not been well, and in the spring of
1861 came the dreaded summons to her bedside. In a few hours she was
gone. "Oh, if only I could have been near her these last weeks!" wrote
the Queen to King Leopold.

Save the sovereign herself, there was no woman in England whose death
would have affected the whole country so deeply. Statesmen recalled the
days when the Duchess of Kent was left alone in a strange land, without
means, disliked by the reigning king, and weighed down by the
responsibility of educating a child to stand at the head of the nation.
In the character of their sovereign, they saw proof of the able,
devoted, conscientious manner in which this sacred duty had been
performed; and the address of sympathy sent by Parliament to the
sorrowing Queen was as sincere as if it had been written by a personal
friend, and not by a body of lawmakers. "It is a great sorrow to me not
to have Feodore with me now," wrote the Queen to King Leopold; but
neither he nor the Princess Hohenlohe was able to be present at the
last services.

"I cannot imagine life without her," said the Queen sadly; but
nevertheless, life had to go on. Others may sometimes stop to mourn,
but the duties of a sovereign may not be neglected even for sorrow. A
new cause of anxiety had arisen that came nearer home than even the
sufferings of the Crimean soldiers. War had broken out in the United
States, and the supply of cotton to England was rapidly diminishing. If
the cotton supply failed entirely, the mills of England would have to
stop; many thousands of spinners and weavers would have no work; and
the sufferings of the manufacturing districts would be intense. The
government made an earnest effort to increase the amount of cotton
imported to England from India; but the emergency was so sudden that
even during the first few months of the war, there were many honest,
hard-working people in England who were sorely in need.

When autumn came, the Queen was free to go for a little while to the
beloved Balmoral for the rest and quiet which she so greatly needed.
The simple life of the Highlands did more for her than anything else
could have done. On this visit, Prince Albert, the Queen, the Princess
Alice, Prince Louis of Hesse, with Lady Churchill and General Grey in
attendance, went on two of what the Queen called "Great Expeditions,"
that is, trips of two or three days by carriage and by pony. To the
Queen these trips were as fascinating as they were novel. The party
tried to keep their identity a secret, and sometimes they succeeded:
Prince Albert and the Queen called themselves Lord and Lady
Churchill: the real Lady Churchill was now Miss Spencer, and General
Grey became Dr. Grey. They were as excited as children in a new
game over playing their parts properly, and the struggles of the two
men-servants to remember not to say "Your Majesty" and "Your Royal
Highness" amused them immensely. "The lady must be terrible rich,"
whispered an awe-struck woman to one of the servants, "for she has so
many gold rings on her fingers." "And you have many more than I," said
the aggrieved monarch to Lady Churchill. Two or three times they stayed
all night at little village inns. The Queen wrote in her journal that
at one of them the bedroom given to her and the Prince was hardly more
than large enough for the bed, but she found no fault with it, and
called it "very clean and neat." The dinner was "nice, clean, and good"
according to her description, for this sovereign of Great Britain, with
several magnificent palaces of her own, was so ready to be pleased with
what was done for her that she could be contented in the tiny inn of a
Highland village. At a second inn, which seems to have been
particularly poor, she admits that there was "hardly anything to eat,"
but closes her account less like the ruler of millions than like a half
amused and half disappointed little schoolgirl, "No pudding and no fun.
We soon retired."

The efforts to avoid being "found out" were like a continual frolic.
The royal party trembled when they heard the distant sound of a drum
and fife, but felt safe again on being told by a little maid at the inn
that it was "just a band that walked about twice a week." Sometimes
they came to tiny villages where they were "suspected;" and at last, on
getting up one morning, they heard the tread of somewhat irregular
marching, led by a drum and fife and bagpipe. There was no escape then,
for they were found out at last. A company of volunteers was drawn up
in front of the door to do them honor; the women of the village stood
by with bunches of flowers in their hands; and the landlady was
glorified by a black satin dress with white ribbons and orange
blossoms. There was nothing to do but to bow with all gratitude and
drive away as fast as possible.

Such a woman was Victoria of England, ready to be pleased with the
smallest things, praising what was good, saying little of what was not
good, and enjoying every little pleasure with a childlike zest and
simplicity. And yet, this gentle little lady understood so perfectly
her rights and duties as monarch of Great Britain that when her
Secretary of Foreign Affairs persisted in being quite too independent
in his methods of transacting business, she did not hesitate to write
to him the following very definite sentences:

"The Queen thinks it right, in order to prevent any mistake for the
future, to explain what it is she expects from the Foreign
Secretary. She requires:

"1. That he will distinctly state what he proposes in a given case,
in order that the Queen may know as distinctly to what she has
given her royal sanction.

"2. Having once given her sanction to a measure, that it be not
arbitrarily altered or modified by the Minister. She expects to be
kept informed of what passes between him and the Foreign Ministers,
before important decisions are taken, based upon that intercourse;
to receive the foreign dispatches in good time, and to have the
drafts for her approval sent to her in sufficient time to make
herself acquainted with their contents before they must be sent

It is worth noting that the royal lady who wrote this epistle had
sufficient self-control to delay for five months forwarding it to the
offending Secretary, hoping that his methods would be amended and that
so severe a rebuke would become unnecessary.

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