The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1851-05-27

door servants Of the Royal Family---I mean them
the Robes the Keeper Of the silver Walking stick
-(siiver, when guess good hickory will serve now)
these outdoor servants showed about eleven.
There was the Mistress Of the Silver Warming pan
rs fresh as rose, and the Maids Of Honor--U will
say that for 'sm)-like punches Of carnations.
Well, they went into the Palace and after looking
ct themselves In their glasses, they came out again,
and-as the court word goes, or rather, went, for
it's gone, indeed, now-and formed
THE ROYAL PROCESSION.
There were eight carriages filed with the upper
servants, when came the ninth with the Queen, the
Prince, and little Wales and Princess Royal This
carriage was drawn by the cream-colored horses
that are descended from Hengist and Horsa, said to
be Of Denmark or Norway, but which is not mate
rial. However, it will not take me much out Of my
story here to say, that before the day was over,
those very cream-colors were drawing two Brixton
buses, filed to trimming with fraternal democrats.
The royal coach with the cream-colors was re-
ceived by the people with quite funeral silence.
Not a hat was moved, not = shout was uttered. In
deed there WAS such profound pause, that nothing
was heard but the creaking of the Royal carriage
springs, as the vehicle toiled its heavy way up
Constitution Hill. / need scarcely add that Her
Majesty, the Prince, and children looked at the
silence about EN-, as if to ask where all Of it was
going to end!
HYDE PARK CORNER.
AS the royal coach went through the arch,
there were loud cries Of "ire Ia Repuhique So
ciols !" from venerable man with q black plaster
over his nose, and the order of the Climbing
Monkey on his breast Three dastardly policemen
dashed forward to seize the patriot, when ten
thousand hands-at least, so it seemed to our in
formant-snatched the veteran from the mental
grasp; and as for the policemen themselves, up to
a late hour of the night not . fragment had been
heard Of them. There was nothing but this brief
incident to break the profoundly significant silence
that attended the royal procession to the very door
of the Crystal Palace, where tho sounds of the
hireling silver trampets proclaimed the arrival
her Majesty.
THE TREES AND THE sERpEyTINE.
Never since they first showed green buds had the
Park trees borne such crop Of promise for, on
every bsugh, on every twig, might be seen by the
knowing eye, an enthusiastic member Of the great
social family, quietly hiding his time, ready, at
the second and the word, to drop 10 the oarth and
carry ont that great human triumph for which
(as has before been shown in your everlasting
columns)-so many thousand foreigners, with beat
ing hearts, had fraternzed with their suffering,
down-trodden brethren in London. Oh, it was
lovely sight for the true socialist, whose lively
creed it is to think all property made, like the
stars and airs Of heaven, for the common enjoyment
Of al men-it was an enhancing spectacle to be-
hold his brethren clustering as thick as
in British oak and elm Nor the Serpentine
without its lesson. There, around its banks, close
the beads of a necklace, were tens Of thousands
Of socialists, contemplating the stream. and-wth
terrible calmness-awaiting the hour.
ARRIVAL AT THE CRYSTAL PALACE.
At midday precisely, the Queen, and Prince, and
children arrived at the door Of the Glass House,
when the trumpets sounded, and the slavish must
clans played-but for the last time in this liOerat-
edcountry-" God Save the Queen" At the same
moment, a fog-atruly national fog-gathered over
the building and filed every part Of it. The vapor
was 50 dense that for time il was impossible even
Of this suspicious event, the thousands-Gt is, at
the present time impossible to calculate anything
approaching the number)-the thousands Of devot:.
ed foreign socialists, sworn to the regeneration Of
an ubiquitous body, and-all acting in concert.
When the fog cleared itself ray, every policeman
found nimsefa prisoner! Every soldier considered
himself disarmed and incapable, and without the
loss of single life, the sacrifice Of the meanest
number, the monarchy Of England fell to the
ground; and in its place rose, like an eKhaation,
the magic fabric of the new social edi6ce. Pro-
perty was at the moment xnnihilated; and every
body became in twinkling the owner Of every
thing.
LATE SOCIAL ARRANGEMENTS.
Her late Majesty, the late Prince, and the late
omnibus. The Duke of Wellington, the Marques
Of Anglesea, and other late military noblemen, gave
their parole to return to their homes to await further
orders the late Lord Chancellor emptied the purse
sharing the contents among whatever brethren held
their hands to receive them; and all ranks and all
dgnities, being there and then abolished, the great
family Of (of all natioDs) entered the Crystal
Store without tickets, every brother and sister
tahihk W thcmeohto Suittu tuoiI tuStc
and their strength to choose and to carry Turkish
shawls and slippers found ready customers; whilst
the silks from Lyons were, by four in the afternoon,
cleaning and glittering il Bethnal Green and
Shorcditch. II was feared, ut one time, that the
great Mountain-of- Light diamond-the Koh-inoor
would be the sudden means Of overturning the
social republic before it well set up, there being
80 many claimants for lis glory. Ii was, however,
subsequently arranged that the Mountain-of- Light
should be broken up into little Alolehs-ot Lustre,
and diyideo-as far as they would go-among the
brothers and sisters of the human family be worn
in rotation on Sundays and holidays.
The Glass Store being entirely cleared Of its con-
tents BY an early hour in the evening, it was re-
solved by the new government that Joseph Paxton
be empowered to procure bsnyan tres with the
least possible delay; that the tree might be solemny
planted, as type of universal bread (and meat,
and drink, and clothing,) to universal man.
could write much more, but end, that may save
the packet
Your own Correspondent and Brother,
JONATHAN Bowie.
i. S.-The brass band Of the I'd Dragons are
just beginning to tune under my window, /" Star Of
Columbia"