The Sun.
London, England, 1851-05-01 00:00:00

to catch the first sound of the trumpet Villa would
herald the Royal approach.

SOUTHERN NAVE.
(mom ANOTHER REPORTER.)
By a quarter past nine every front seat in the
nave was occupied by the fair sex, backed by their
champions in close array. The scene opened beauti-
fully as each and every arrival caught a hurried
glance of the coming glory. There was an
eager expectancy in every eye, save and ex-
cept those who found that time to be
valuable must be caught before he roosts in the
chamber of disappointment ! There was no remedy
'turn which way you will—you must now
make the best of it !" as Eliza Cook
beautifully expresses it in her lively Journal.
Ten o'clock came, and still the buzz of crowding vi-
sitors added lustre and density to the swelling scene.
It Was now " looking up" magnificently, with here
and there " a cheer," as some distinguished, " un-
known to himself," met the hearty welcome
of mistaken zeal, for in moments of excitement people
somebody !"
are not over particular as to the object, so it be " a
Coming and crowding was now the
order of the morning more than ever, and eyes seemed
alrected to the northern, or special entrance, that
being the passage by which the Queen was to come,
followed by the royal train. Every now and then
come grandee strutted in with a mock flourish,
While others quietly slid along as modestly as their in-
idual merit was remarkable. It was indeed a school
.or lei
patient ambition to look on and bide his time, re-
ectiek on the various hues and shapes which
worldly vanity
assumes in the presence of un-
affected native modesty. By eleven o'clock
the nave
seemed to be overcrowded, so thickly
were "the people" stowed—we say the people, for
they now comprehended men and women of all nations
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in
"brotherhood array," and truly happy was the
Smile of
contentment diffused over the blended coun-
tenance of all. Every one seemed happy
even the " outsiders," for now and then
they stole or borrowed a glimpse from
their "first class" sitters, and then retired to rumi-
tisk on

" The various turns of fate below."
Amid the continual and oft-increasing buzz of hu-
:to voices some laughable incidents took place in
very compartment of the Exhibition. But one of a
!ether singular character occurred before our eyes.
"' Who is that," exclaimed a lady, " going across the
weave in regimentals? " Where ?" " There—there!
'ec--he wears a Highland plaid, and looks so—bless
411,.e how brown-black he stares !"Every eye was
'directed to the questionable visitor, and every mind
was wonderment. " He's a Highlander !" exclaims
" No! he's a Hottentot," cries another. " Non-
says third, !'' says a third, " he's a Highland 'chieftain.
how majestically be moves !" " Yes," whispers
another, "he moves like a man conscious of his own
Position;' " And well he may," rejoins a friend,
for he's a Highland llottentot—a wild beast chief.
taint that's CIIING !—the lion killer." " Dear me !"
'exclaims a lady, half fainting, "is that the
13,erir,rson who killed the tigers—l wonder its alive !"
filling
not, madam? Cumming has a royal licence for
filling
everything wild, but hiMself," tittered out
.1 gentleman who was looking on with four
eyes to have a closer inspection of the swarthy
visage of the Highland Chieftain ; but what is that
`en his head ?—a Highlander ought to sport feathers,
----but there's a helmet on his crown, which is
'll°t exactly in keeping, for Highlanders never
amore helmets." " Oh, then," exclaimed the lady,
, I suppose that's the Cap of Good Hope !" at
:Which the laugh was turned against the champion of
-heraldry.
The procession was received by the immense
'throng congregated in that magic scene/with oft-
'repeated cheers and welcome as berrMajesty, the
Prince, the Prince of Wales, and the Princess
'ltoyal, preceded and followed ,by a splendid cortege,
:Passed along, each wondering and delighted with
''opture-gazing eyes. The Queen was at-
`tired in plain pink, having Prince Albert
:on. her left arm, dressed in Field-Marshal's uniform,
-holding the Princess Royal, attired in simple white,
his left hand, while her Majesty held the
lord of the Isles,
"In the garb of old Gaul, and the fire of old Rome,"
la her' right hand. The Royal party walked four-
*l-itand, and looked eminently interesting to the
"thousand eyes that blessed their happy progress
4trnong the congregated conclave of all nations
Paying homage to one so truly worthy ! The sun
`shone forth most resplendently over all, and
the scene with his resplendent
341318- The Duke of Wellington, arm-in-arm
"With the Marquis of Anglesea, walked in the pro-
l'*Ili°11) and attracted marked attention. It is the
4.)uke's birth-day ;heis 82 years of age.