The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-07-24

| and hie iather had portable house eiec'ed
| close TO his owD and AZ huge pains, so that his
dear Frederick should be near him He clung
on bis arm all the time OF his visit; talked TO
no one else; haa talked Of no one elee for some
time before, The prince, so long expecred,
staid but single night. He had business in
London the next day. he sald. Tue dullness of
TIE old kings court stupehed YORK and the
o,her pig sons od George III. They scared
equerries and ladies, frightened tue modest
little circle with their coarse spirits and load
talk, VI little comfort indeed, were the kings
sous to the king
But The pretty Amelia was his darling; and
the little maiden, pra,ting and smiling Ia the
fond arms Of that old father, is q sweet image to
look on. There Is family picture in BurLey
which q mai must be very hard hearted not to
like. She describes an atter-ninner walk OF the
royal family at WindsOr:1''It was really a
mighty pretty procession" she says. The
little princess, iust turned of three years old,
in robe-coat covered with fine muslin,
dressed close cap, white gloves, and fan,
walked all alone aud FIRST, highly delighted with
the parade, and turning from side to side to see
everybody as she passed; for all the terraces
stand up against the walls, to make clear pas
sage for the royal family the moment they come
in sight. Then followed the king and queen,
no less delighted with the Joy of their darling.
The princess royal leaning on Lady Elizabeth
WaldegTave, the Princess Augusta holding by
the Duchess of Ancaster, the princess ElizabeIh
LED by Lady Charlotte BERTHE, followed. Office
here takes place of rank says Burney, to eX-
PLAIN how Il was that Lady p. Wadegrave, as
lady OF the bedcham ber wall ed before duchess;
General Bude, and the Duke OF Montague, and
Major Price as equerry, brought up the rear Of
the procession One sees it; the band PLAYING
its old music; the SUI shining on the happy,
loyal crowd, and lighting the ancient battle
ments, the rich elms, and purple landscape,
and bright green sward; the royal standard
dropping from the great tower yOnder, az old
George passes, followed by bis race, preceded
by the charming infant, who caresses the crowd
with her innocent smiles.
"On sight of Mis-. Delany, the king instantly
n N hp Of
and the little princess, and all the rest stood
still. They talked good while with the sweet
old lady, during which time the king once or
twice addressed himself to me- caught the
queens eye, and saw in 1t little surprise, but
by no means any displeasuTe to see me of the
party. The little princess went up to Mrs.
Delany, OF whom she was very fond, aud behaved
like little angel TO her. She then, with look
OF inquiry and recollection, came behind, Mrs
Delany to look at me- Il am AFRAID said |, in
a whisper, and stooping down, your royal high
ness does not remem Der me- Her answer was
an arch little smile, and nearer approach, with
her lips pouted out to kiss me.n
The princess wrote verses herself, and there
are some pretty plaintive lines attributed to her,
which are more touching than poetry
"Unthinklug, idle, wild end young,
/ laughed, and danced and talked, and sung:
And, proud of health of freedom vain,
Dreamed not OF sorrow care, or pain
That all the world was made for me-
"But when the hour of trial came,
When sickness shook this trembling frame,
When folly gay pursuits were DER,
And l could sing and dance no more,
II then occurred, how sad 'twould be
Were this world only made for me-"
The poor soul quilted it, and ere yet she was
dead, the agonized father was in such state
that the officers round about him were Obliged
to set watchers over him, and from November,
1910, George III ceased to reign. All the world
knows the story of his malady; all history pre-
| sents no sadder figure than that of the old man,
| lind 0ra1 1lEArsf sfrnA ~ III riraar
| through the rooms of his palace, addressing
| imaginary parliaments, reve wing fancied troops
| holding ghostly courts. have seen his picture
| as 1t was taken at this time, banging in the
! apartment of his daughter, the Landgravine of
| Hesse Hombourg- amid books and Windsor fur
niture, and hundred fond "reminiscences of her
English home. The poor old father is repre-
| sented in purple gown his snowy beard fall
| ing over his breast, the star of his famous Order
still idly shining on it. He was not only sight,
less, he was utterly deaf All light, all reason, all
sound of human voices, all the pleasures of this
| world OF God, were taken from him. Some
| slight lucid moments he had, in one of which,
| the queen desiring 10 see him, entered the room,
and found bin singing q hymn, and 9Geompa-
| had finished he knelt down and prayed aloud
for her. and then for his family, and then for
| the nation, concluding with a prayer for him.
self, that it might please God 10 avert his heavy
calamity from him, bnt If not, to give him re-
sienation to submit. He then burst into tears,
| and his reason again fled. k7zk7
| what preacher need mOrallZe on TINS story
what words save the simplest are requisite 10
tell it? 1t is too terrible TOR tears. The thought
of such misery smites me down in submission
before the Ruler of kings and men, the Monarch
| Supreme over empires and republics, the in
scTutable Dispenser of life, death, happiness.
| victory 'Oh brothers!" / said to those who
heard me first in America-"oh brothers speak
ing the same dear mother tongue-oh comrades!
| enemies no more, let us take a mournful hand
together as we staud by this royal corpse, and
call truce TO battlel Low be lies to whom
the proudest used to kneel once, and who was
cast lower than the poorest: dead, whom mil
hons prayed for in vain. Driven off his throne! !!
bufeted by rude hands; with his children in
revolt; the darling of his old age killed before
him untimely; our Lear hangs over her breath
less lips and cries, 'Cordeha, Cordelia, stay
little y .... I'
"'Vex not his ghost-oh let him pass-he hates
| him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
| Stretch him out longer!"
Hush Strife and Quarrel, over the solemn grave!
| Sound Trumpets, mOurniul march! FALL
Dark Curtain, upon his pageant, his pride, his
grlef his awful tragedy"
| ITO be continued in our next ssue.l
| ITO PERSONS GOING OUT OF TOWN.