The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-07-23

"what must they have told him aoOu' ne
His mother,s biqotry and hatred he Inherited
with the courageous obstnacy OF his own recei
but he was firm believer where ms iathers hau
been jreethinkers and h1e anu anu ,n ionI ti, SUP
detender Like other dull men, the king was
ali his life suspicious OF superior people. lie
aid not like Fox; he did not like Reynolds; he
Aid not like Nelson, Chatham, Burke; he was
testV at the idea Of all innovations, and sus-
pclous of all innovators. He loved mediocrities,
BENJAMIN West was mis- tavorite painter; Beattie
was hIs poet. The kline lamened, not without
pathos, in his atterife, that his education had
been neglected. BE was dull lad, brought up
by narrow.minded people. The cleVerest tutors
in the world could have done little, probably,
to expand that small intellect, though they
might have improved his tastes and taught his
perceptions some generosity.
But ne admired as well as he could. There is
little doubt that letter, written by the little
Princess Charlotte of Mecklenberg.StrelitZ-a
about the horrors of war, and the most trivial
remarks on the blessings OF peace-struck the
young monarch greatly, aud decided HIM upon
selecting the young princess as the sharer OF
his throne. / pass over the stories of his juvenile
loves-of Hannah Lghtioot, the Quaker, to
whom they say he was actually married though
don't know who has ever seen the reglster)-
OF lovely, black-hared Sarah LennoX, about
whose beauty WalpOle has written in raptures,
and who used to lie in wait for the young prince,
and make hay at him on the lawn at Holland
mouse. he BlgleO ana ne iOugeu, out ne IOue
away from her. Her picture still hangs in Hol-
land House, magnificent masterpiece Of Rey-
nolds, a canvas worthy OF Titan. She looks
from the caste window, holding bird in her
hand, at black eyed young Charles Fox, her
nephew. The royal bird few away from lovely
Sarah. She had to figure as bridemaid at her
little Meckenburg rivals wedding and died in
our own time quiet old lady, who had become
the mother of the heroic Napiers
They say the little princess who had written
the fine letters about the horrors of war-a
beautiful letter, without single blot for which
she " as to be rewarded, like the heroine OF the
old spelling book sloty-was at play one day
with some of her young companions in the gar
dens of Sirelitz, and that the young ladies' con-
versation was, strange TO say, about husbands.
"Who will take such a poor little princess as
me :" Charlotte said to her friend Ida Won Bu-
low, and at that very moment the postman's
horn sounded, and Ida sand, Princess, there is
the sweetheart" AS she sad so it actually
turned out. The postman brought letters from
the splendid young King of England who said,
Princess, because you have written such a
beautiful letter, which does credit to your head
and heart come and be Queen of Great Britain,
France. and Ireland, apd the true wife OF your
most obedient servant, George" So she jumped
for 10y, and went up stairs and packed all her
little trunks, and set off straightway tor her
kingdom in beautiful yacht, with harpisChord
on board for her to play upon, and around her
beautiful fleet. all covered with flags and
streamers, and the distinguished Madame Auer-
bach complimented her with an ode, transla-
Magazine to the present day.
"Her gallant navy through the main
Now cleaves it's liquid way.
There to their queen a chosen train
OF Ofnymphs do reverence pay.
Europa, when conveyed by Jove
10 Crete's distinguished shore,
Greater attention scarce could prove,
Or be respected more"
They met, and they were married, and for
years they led the happiest simplest lives sure
ever led by married couple. 1t is said the king
WINGED when he first saw his homely little
bride; but, however that may be, he was true
and faithful husband TO her, as she was a faith
I1l ana loving Wlte. :, They had the simplest
country dances, to which dozen couple were
invited, and where the honest king would stand
up and dance for three hours at a time to one
tune; after which delicious excitement they
would 90 10 bed without any supper (the court
people grumbling sadly at that absence of sup.
per), and get up quite early the next morning
and perhaps the next night have another dance;
or the queen would play on the spinet-she
played pretty well, Haydn said-or the king
would read to her paper out Of the Spectator,
or perhaps one ofOgden's sermons. Arcadia
what life 1t must have been! There used to
be Sunday dTaWlng-rooms at court but the
young king stopped these as he stopped all that
goddess gambling whereof we have made men,
tiOn. Not that George was averse TO any inno-
cent pleasures, pleasures which ne thought
innocent He was patron of the arts, after his
fashion; kind and gracious to the artists whom
he favored and respectful to their calling. He
wanted once to establish an Order of Mlnerval
for literary and scientific characters; theI
knights were to take rank after the knights OIL
the Bath, and to sport straw-colored rlbbonl
and star of sixteen points. But there was such,
a row among the t(terdti as to the persons who
should be appointed that the plan was given
up, and Minerva and her star never came down
among us.
He objected to painting ST. Pauls as Popish
practice; accordingly, the most clumsy heather
sculptures decorate the edihce at present. It'll
fortunate that the paintings, too, were spared,
for painting and drawing were Woiully unsound
at the close of the last century; and 1t Is far
better Tor our eyes TO contemplate WhlteWash
(when we turn them away from the clergyman
than to look at 0pe's pitchy CanVases, or Fuselis
liyid monsters, And yet there rs one day in the
yeaT-a day when old George loved with all his
heart 10 attend it-When | think st. Paups pre-
sents the noblest sight in the whole world; when
five thousand charity children, with cheeks like
nosegays, and sweet fresh voices, sing the hymn
which makes every heart thrill with praise and
happiness. have seen hundred grand sights
IN the wOrld-Coronations, Partisan splendors,
Crystal Palace openings, Pope's chapels with
their processlOLs of long-talled cardinals and
quaVeTing choirs OF fat sopraui-but think IN all
| Chrlstendom there is no such sight as Charlty
| Children's Day. Non AngH sed Gngetl. AS one
| looks at that beautiful multitude OF lnnocents,
as the first note strikes, indeed one may almost
| fancy that cherubs are singing.
OF church music the king was always very
| fond, showing skill in it both as critic and a
performer. Many stories, mlrthiul and affecting,
are told of his behavior at the concerts Whlch he
| ordered When he was blind and i'll, he chose
| the music for the Ancient Concerts once, and
the music and words which he selected were
from Samson AqOnistes, and all had reference Ia
his blindness his captivity, and his affliction
He would beat time with his mqsicroll as they