The Sun.
London, England, 1860-11-06 00:00:00

was a repetition of the night before—a repetition of
the days in New Yrk, yet withal so fresh, so spon-
taneous, so untiring, that every welcome seemed
better than the last, till, as a spectator, you almost
wondered when and where this devotion of respect
and hospitality was to end. And all this kindly'
feeling is but a reflex—almost a faint i eflex of the
chivalrous sentiment of respect and love with which
the name of her Majesty is reverenced throughout
the length and breadth of this great country. If
the Queen ever does visit the United States, her re-
ception will mark such an epoch in the welcome of
sovereigns as the world never saw before. The
troops on the ground gave the usual Royal salute,
presenting arms and lowering colours as his Royal
Highness rode along the ranks. The evolutions of
marching, &c., then commenced. As at New York,
their manoeuvres were executed with a steady solid
precision which would have done honour to some of
the best regiments in our service. There were pro-
bably not more than 2,500 or 3,000 men on the
ground ; no very great number certainly, though
great enough when the reader reflects that these
corps were only a part of the Militia of Boston, and
only types of those that may be found more or less
numerously in every town or city of the United
States. The number, therefore, was sufficient to
serve as a test of efficiency for volunteer corps.
Keenly as each company was scrutinised as it passed,
it was impossible to detect a flaw of irregularity in
its movements. There was an ease and evenness
about all they did which made it difficult to imagine
them only volunteers. Conspicuous among the
regiments were those companies which had come
to Montreal to assist at the eclat of the splendid
reception in that fine old city. They were greatly
admired at the Canadian capital, but here they
were no better than others—the drill of all, in fact,
was perfect. So conservative is Boston in all its
traditions of the old country, that some of their
volunteer companies actually still wear the mili-
tary costume of the infantry of the early days of
George 111., old and quaint-looking as the soldiers
in the picture of the victories of Wolfe. The in-
spection occupied some time. When it was over a
military procession was formed, with the cortege of
the royal party in the centre, and with these
honours his Royal Highness was escorted back to
the old State House, in the centre of this city. It
is quite impossible to describe the ovation which
the Prince met with in this progress. It would be
but repeating what I have endeavoured to write of
the reception at New York. Every street was lite-
rally choked full with thousands of spectators, and
long tiers of ladies and gentlemen, storey above
storey, clustered over the front of every building.
In New York there were only a few police to keep
the side streets clear ; here there were none. The
people were their own police, or rather I may say
none were needed. The masses swayed heavily up
and down the roads in slow undulations, but though
almost crushed by their own weight there was no
attempt to encroach on the broad space which they
themselves allowed for the passage of the procession.
Along such streets, and amid such demonstrations
of welcome as really can only be imagined, the
Prince journeyed slowly, now and then removing
his cocked hat as he passed under some unusually
long balcony of ladies more than ordinarily demon-
strative, or neared a street corner where the throng
and enthusiasm demanded special notice even amid
such a scene. The party stopped to lunch, at the
State House. It is the very building and looking
into the very street where the first attack was made
by English troops on the then colonists of Boston,
where, from the blood then shed in State-street,
arose the War of Independence and the empire of
the United States. In these events, and in all that
relate to that war, the Americans have indeed much
which they need strive to forget, and the English
much which they would endeavour to conceal.
Lunch over, his Royal Highness returned to his
hotel, still passing between the same crowds, still
meeting with the same enthusiasm.
At 5 o'clock there was a grand musical festival in
the Music-hall, The hall itself is a magnificent
building, noble and lofty in all its proportions, ex-
quisitely chaste and simple in its decorations. It
realises one's idea of what the House of Representa-
tives at Washington ought to be, instead of what it
is., For this occasion, however, the interior was spe-
cially decorated with almost regal magnificence in
honour of the Prince. The first balcony facing the
orchestra was draped with crimson velvet and gold
the upper galleries with blue velvet and gold, while
all around and above were entertwined the flags of
England and America. The effect thus produced
was very brilliant and dazzling, and when crowded,
as it was, with a richly-dressed audience, the whole
hall presented a rich, luxurious, and magnificent
effect.

At the back of the hall was built alarge orchestra,
capable of containing, tier above tier to the height
of 50 feet, 1,200 juvenile choristers. This was filled
from base to summit with a perfect bouquet of
children. They were mostly young girls. All were
dressed in white, looking, in the distance, on a co-
lossal scale, like those soft, snowy banks of azaleas
one sees at flower shows. Every other available nook
and corner of the spacious hall was crowded with
all the rank and fashion of Boston, their rich varie-
gated dresses setting off to the utmost perfection
the great white altar of little singers which rose in
the midst. It was altogether one of the most beau-
tiful scenes which the Prince has witnessed in this
country. The instant the royal party entered the
hall, the orchestra—if I may so call them—of young
people rose en masse. They had been rightly tu-
tored not to cheer, but they seemed to restrain
themselves only by a very great effort, as was plainly
visible in the rapid manner in which they waved
their pocket-handkerchiefs, lashing them about
with an enthusiastic vehemence that was delightful
to behold. The performance equalled all the ex-
pectations which were raised of the preparations
by the appearance of the audience and the building.
It was second to the yearly festival at St. Paul's
only. in the number of its young performers. A
new version of •' God save the Queen" had been
composed for the occasion. Nothing I may say is
allowed prominence in these receptions of the
Prince unless it has been prepared en avanee as an
honour and a tribute to the Royal guest. This
anthem so fairly represents the feeling of the Ame-
rican people during this remarkable visit that I
cannot refrain from giving it now in extenso. It
was sung with such a depth of feeling, with such a
welcome in every tone, with such a kindly reve-
rence and warmth as can never be expressed in
mere dry words. It was as follows :

God bless our Fathers' land,
Keep her in heart and hand

One with our own
From all her foes defend,
Be her brave People's Friend,
On all her realms descend,
Protect her throne I

Father, with loving care
Guard Thou her kingdom's Heir,

Guide all his ways ;
Thine arm his shelter be,
From him by land and sea
Bid storm and danger flee,
Prolong his days I

Lord, let War's tempest cease,
Fold the whole earth in peace,
Under Thy wings !
Make all Thy nations one,
All hearts beneath the sun,
Till Thou shalt reign alone,
Great King of Kings 1

When his Royal Highness at the conclusion of
the concert quitted the hall the young vocalists rose
again, but this time their enthusiasm could not be
restrained. One set the exampl?, of a cheer, and
in an instant it spread from mouth to mouth, gra-
dually extending from where the little choristers
sat, all through the building, till it echoed with an
outburst of long pent-up feeling—of affection, hos-
pitality, and welcome so, blended in warm hearty
shouts of gladness that the English spectator
could only look on with pride and mute amazement
at such a kindly tribute to his young Prince. Every
day, every hour of this long tour has only con-
vinced me more and more of how little the English
now of their brothers ,in Canada—how
people 1-n
little the English and the Americans really know
of each other. TomostEonngdlisthhey aremenC better anadais
geographical expression,.
ac-
quainted
With the limbos than the real sterling ,