Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-03-28

erset-once the queen of beauty of the Eglin-
ton tournament, now the loveliest of full
| blown British matrOns. The countess of
Clarendon wisely puts the time to profit by
sketching the scene. Mere peeresses. young
and old-the young sweeping in on the arms
OF the gentlemen uShers, and showing much
management of crinoline as they insinuate
themselves along avenues, and into seats
planned in days ofless swelling drapery; the
elder ones comfortably cloaked and shawled,
and bustling into their places with the air OF
women who know how to make themselves
comfortable under all circumstances"
THE SEVERAL PROFESSIONS.
But soon they are all absorbed in an adj
vanclng column. 1t is the prelates and the
clergy, the Archbishop of Canterbury at their
head, with the Bishop of Chester, the Bishop
of London, the Bishops of Winchester and
Oxford, in their blue robes, as prelate and
chancellor, and the Dean of Windsor in his
scarlet robes, as registrar of the most noble
order of the Garter; and lastly, the canons
and minor canons of the Foundation. The
surpliced and hooded and robed clergymen
take their seats within the altar rails.
Another procession files in (headed this
time with the pomp Of heraldS in tabards stiff
with quarterings), the knights of the most no.
bic order of the Garter, well-known faces,
most of them, and old historic names, not
few of them; Somerset and Salisbury, West
minister and Clarendon, Camden and Devon
shire, Newcastle and Fitzwiliam, Carlisle and
Palmerston, Wellington and Russell, Harrow
by and Abercorn, Normandy and Bucceuch
THE QUEEN AND HER PARTY.
And there is movement of all eyes up to
the southeast corner of the chapel. There is
a figure in black in widows weeds, in the
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broad blue ribbon of the Garter across her
shoulder and the silver star of India on her
breast to tell us that it is the queen. She
takes in the scene below with a quiet, digni-
fed, unhuried look, and then eagerly watches
the train which her position commands thro'
the choir door along the nave. From the or
gan gallery We can catch a glimpse of the
train as it sweeps from the west door, headed
by the Maharajah Dduleep Singh, shawled
and turbaned, and looking like bird of par
adise in his golden garments, which yet are
distinguished by that absence of glare and
tawdriness which marks the good taste of the
east. Next comes flush Of uniforms-green
and blue, and white, and cherry color, star
red with chatats and barred with ribbons,
many-hued as to cuff and facing, but with all
the severe continental cut-'their royal and
serene highnesSes of Sake w emar and Lem
ingen, Holstein Glucksburg and Sake Coburg,
Flanders, and Hesse-Casse. Their royal
highnesses William and Frederick of Dem
mark, brothers of the bride, handsome and
manipulating youths, are the most observed
OF the group; but attention soon passes from
them to the royal ladies', superb in diamonds
and stately sweeping trains OF MORE or vel
vet, chiefly in shades of mauve, violet and
purple, and founced or richly brocaded with
lace, of which even at this distance we can
distinguish the beauty and preciousness. The
Princess Christian of Denmark, the young
matron-fair mother of fairer daughter
leads in either hand the young sisters of the
bride of to-day, who look around them with
delight at a splendor which must be almost as
startling to their young minds as the magnifi-
cent popular welcome of last week.
On the sister of the bride, the lovely prin-
cess Dagmar of Denmark, followed by her
royal mother, leading in each hand the prn-
cess Thyra and prince Waldemar all looks
are centered as with stately step they slowly
pass up the center. The princess Christian is
richly yet simply dressed, and only feather
and few flowers are mixed with the thick
clusters of her auburn hair. All as they reach
the daiS turn and make a deep and reverend
obelsance to her majesty, and then pass on to
the seats on the south Of the altar.
THE ROYAL SUITE.
Heralded by drums and trumpets, whose
blare and beat die away as tn. procession
reaches the choir, to give place to the majestic
Jubilant harmony of Beethoven's ''Triumphal
March" appear a number of officers of state
Then comes the stately form and regal beauty
of the princess Mary. Her purple train is
borne up by the Lady Edith Somerset. All
note the grace of her inclination as she bends
her head in respect TO the queen, when well
within the choir. She is followed by her
mother, the Duchess of Cambridge, whose
train is borne by the Lady Geraldine Somer-
set. And then, touching all hearts, come the
children of the queen-little fair haired prin-
cess Beatrice, led by her graceful sisters, prin-
cess Helena and Louisa, and little Leopold
and Arthur hand in hand in Highland dress,
looking about them with the happy uncon-
strainedness of childhood. No wonder the
queens heart, already moved perhaps by the
noble music Of Beethoven is sadly stirred at
the sight"ot these fatherless ones, and that for
tie first time since she has entered her closet
visible trace Of sorrow is observable on that
firmly sustained face. The shadow is lighted
up again by smile of motherly greeting as
the fair young princess of Hesse advances in
her yet tender and innocent beauty by the
side of her husband, prince Louis, with her
train bearer and attendant, followed at an
short an interval as her trailing train of pur-
pie velvet will allow, by the princess royal of
Prussia, leading her fair-haired little son, in
Highland garb, like his little English unces
Her train of velvet, covered with magnificent
life, and bordered with ermne, is borne by the
countess of Bruhl, and the procession is con-
cluded by the royal suite.
ENTRANCE OF THE HAPPY PAIR.
Again the notes of drums and trumpets
swell into the stately sounds of the royal bands
and the organ laundering out Mendelssohn's
March, from "Athalia," the youthful BRIDE
groom enters the choir and bows deeply to the
queen. He wears the robes of the Garter,
generals uniform, and is supported by his
brother-in law, the crown prince of Prussia,
and the reigning duke of Saxe-Coburg, who
outshines all the foreign royalty and nobility
of the show in his thew and sinew, in his free
and gallant bearing, and in the manly beauty
of his bronzed face. The prince has taken
his seat on the haut pas, with his supporters
a little behind him. He has answered his
mothers smile of recognition with smile.
As he sits, it is easy to see, by the frequent
turn of the head, and his glances towards the
nave, that he with all Others, is inpatient tor
her who is to come next-the crown and flow
er of this array of rank and splendor. He
has not long to wait. 1t wants a quarter to
one when again the sound of drum and trum-
pets has passed into the nave, and hum of
expectation makes itself audible, and to the
massive strains of Handel's march from "Jo-
SSePh, comes the procession of the bride.
RAE IN her maiden mOdeSty, under the light
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