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a constant supply of which, £l,OOO, paid in ad-
vance, was demanded, and more than one nobleman
was weak enough to give it. Later still, St. John
Long, twice tried and once convicted of man-
slaughter, became the rage, and his success con-
tinued undiminished up to his death, at the age of
37, when his aristocratic devotees erected a
sumptuous monument to his memory in Kensal-
green Cemetery. Then Mr. Jeaffreson tells us about
the quarrels and the lives of physicians, and winds
up with a description of the country medical man
as he flourished some years ago. Indeed, every
chapter will be found interesting in its way, and
we confidently expect that this work, which con-
tains innumerable anecdotes and good stories, will
prove one of the most popular of the series.

THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS OF WALES,

(Front the Atheneum.)

There is no longer any doubt; public report has
been confirmed; and a Princess of Denmark will
be, if the'course of negotiation run smoothly, Prin-
cess of Wales. The Royal marriage is to be cele-
brated early in the ensuing spring, and the young
bride, we trust, will be seen—

" on a day,
When her looks out-flourish May,
And her dressing shall outbrave
All the pride the fields then have."

The new home will be established in Marlborough
House; we could have wished a better bower for
the young couple, bat workmen are already repair-
ing the ancient edifice, and Gen. Knollys is at this
moment, we believe, Comptroller of their Royal
Highnesses' Household. The office is hardly one
for a warrior to hold, even in the house where the
greatest of warriors once dwelt in honour; but if it
be satisfactorily performed, a future day may see
that such service has won back what centuries of
litigation failed to do, the Earldom of Banbury to
the Knollyses.

The most gallant feat ever accomplished by James
the First of England (when he was King of Scot-
land) was in crossing the stormiest of seas in the
stormiest of seasons, and marrying his bride, in a
hurricane on the coast of Norway. From that lady,
Anne of Denmark, our present Royal family derive
a portion of good old Danish blood. The union of
George of Denmark with the Princess (afterwards
Queen) Anne produced but a sickly child or two,
heirs who came not to their inheritance.

Five hundred years have elapsed since England be-
held the first marriage of a Prince of Wales. Indeed,
there have only been four such marriages in England
and one abroad. The preliminaries of marriage
have often been made, but these were in such cases
carried out after the Prince's accession to the throne.
The first marriage to which we allude was that in
1361 of Edward the Black Prince with the " Fair
Countess"—the buxom, warm-hearted, regal Joan of
Kent. That was a rare love-match, albeit the bride-
groom was over '3O years of age, and his brilliant
English wife was the young widow of a former hus-
band. But there was " heart" in the whole matter.
England had known of no such hero as Edward,
from his youth up, since the days of King Arthur,
and all the realm of beauty, it is said, would have
been hard put to it to produce altogether such a
peerless lady as Joan; a little too sharp, perhaps,
with her wit, which sometimes made good Queen
Phillipa look serious. But England loved the pair,
and the pair loved one another. What joyous house
they kept— not in Pall-mall ! but in their princely
mansion between Crooked-lane end and Fish-street
hill ! What gay and rather costly doings—for Toan,
it must be said, was a lady who loved such doings—
went on at their palace at Berkhampstead ! what
ridings, and joustings, and laughing, and love mak-
ing, about that smaller bower they built at Prince's
Risborough ! The moat near the little Buckingham-
shire church there marks one part of the site where
dwelt together in love and mirthfulness the first of
our married Princes and Princesses of Wales.

The next case of marriage was, according to some,
a love-match too, but according to others, and far
more probably, a match of convenience, namely,
that of the fugitive Prince of Wales, Edward, son
of Henry the Sixth, with that wealthiest and most
hapless of co-heiresses, Lady Anne Neville, daughter
of Warwick, the Kingmaker. The wedding was
celebrated at Amboise, in France, with great out-
ward show of rejoicing, in which England here took
no part. A few months later, in 1471, the Prince of
Wales came hither to win back a crown for his
father and a home for his wife ; but the young hus-
band, not yet 19, fell at Tewkesbury, and the young
Duke of Gloucester, then of the same age, subse-
quently took the widow unto himself, and proved
not so indifferent a husband as romance and his-
tory would have us believe.
The next bridegroom-prince was younger still
than the last. Arthur, son of Henry VII., was but
15 years of age when, in 1501, he married that viva-
cious Katharine of Arragon, who had been six
months on her journey between the Alhambra and
St. Paul's. All London was in wild hilarity at this
Spanish match ; the city, drinking, dancing, and
dressed in its best, celebrated it by night and by
day ; the Court kept up the wedding festival for a
whole brilliant, weary, and dissipated fortnight;
while the Church seemed to have tumbled from pro-
priety in the excess of its orthodox jollification.
Had this newly-married Prince and Princess of
Wales quietly gone down to young Arthur's moated
manor at White Waltham, good might have come
of it. They repaired however to Ludlow Castle,
and there the solemn young bridegroom—what
with study, and state solemnities and tiring ceremo-
nials, and Katharine, who was imposing, exacting,
super-vivacious, able to dance down a dozen of
such gallants as her husband, and always oppres-
sive—fairly died of it all in five months, as might
well have been expected.
The Dowager Princess was betrothed to Arthur's
brother Henry, in 1504, when the latter was
Princess of Wales ; but as they were not married
till after Henry's accession to the throne, in 1509,
we pass on to the next espousals of an heir appa-
rent ; and this did not occur till the Star of Bruns-
wick was well above the horizon.

There were love passages enough and to spare
between those periods. Prince Henry, that popular
and ill-fated son of James 1., paid homage, after a
fashion, to more than one English beauty in and
about the Court. In the midst of such pleasant pas-
time, which was very readily afforded him, and
when he was about 18, negotiations were com-
menced in reference to a marriage between him
and " Madame Clementine of France," a princess
whose first-named dowry was doubled in order to
tempt rather the Prince's father than the l'rince,
who in this matter exhibited that quality of rea-
diness which indicates more of indifference or
simple obedience than a loving willingness. What-
ever it may have been, naught came of it. He was
not to occupy the old house at Ham with a bride.
Death stepped in, and as the Royal body was borne
to Westminster, the old shook their heads at the
calamity, and the young mourned—some as if a.
brother had departed, others as if the very pink of
heroic lovers had disappeared for ever from the
Court of Beauty.
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