The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-07-18

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cnqer was at Derby, and many Deople beRan " "
look pale, the king never lost MS courage, ny nv
ne ,Poohl don't talk TO me that sun s. oua onS
seld, like gallant little prince as ne wa, en
never for one moment allowed hts eg ~. oIs
or his business. or bis pie asnres OF n.s ~
to be disturbed. On publ iestlsa'S n ,aro or tbb
famous day of Oudenardei ana rue people
laughed, but kindly, at the ola old garment,
for bravery never goes oo ou. o' n~ed tSsn bm.o,s
worthy descendant OF his father. In this re-
spect so much has been SAID about the FIRST
Georges manners that we need not enter into
description OF the sons German harem In 1908
he married princess remark able for beauty
for cleverness, Tor learning, tor aood TEN r.
one Of the truest and iondest wives ever prince
was blessed with, and who loved hin and was
faithful to him, and he, in his coarse fashion,
loved her to the last. IL must be told to the
honor OF Caroline of Anspacn, that, at the time
Mpen l 1erInan princes thought no more of chang
ing Their religion than you OF altering your cap,
sne refused TO give up Professionalism for the
otner creed, although an archduke afterwards
10 be an emperor, was offered TO her for a BRIDE
groom her Protestant relations in Berlin were
angry at her rebellious spirit; 1t was thew who
uled TO convert her (it is droll to think that
Frederick the Great, who had no religion at ALL
was known for long time in England as the
Protestant herol, ana these good Protes tants set
upon Caroline certain Father Urban, very
sklltul Jesuit and famous winner OF souls.
But she routed the Jesuit, and she refused
Charles vi, and she married The little Electoral
Prince OF Hanover whom she tended with love,
and with every manner OF sacrifice, with artful
Kindness, with tender fattery. with entire SELF
devotion, thenceforward until her liie's end
When GeoTgeI made his first visit 10 Hanover,
MS son was appointed regent during the royal
absence. But this honor was never again cou-
ieTred on the Prince OF Wales; he an0 his father
fell out presently. On the occasion of the
christening OF his second son, royal row took
place, and the prince, shaking his fist in the
Duke OF Newcastes face called him rogue,
and provoked his august father. He and his
wife were turned out OF St. James,, and their
plincely children taken from them, by order of
the royal head of the family. Father aud
mother Wept piteousiy at parting from their lit
tie ones. The young ones sent some cherries,
with their love, to papa and mamma; the pa
rents watered the fruit with tears. Tney had
no tears thirty five years afterwards, when Prince
Frederick died, their eldest sOn--their heu-
tn cir enemy.
The king called his daughter-in-law "cette
dldbtesse madame Ia prtaCeSSe." The trequenters
OF the latter's court were forbidden to appear at
the kings: their roy ighnesses going to Bath,
we read how the courtiers followed them thitner,
and paid that homage in Somerse etshire which
was forbidden in London. That phrase of ''cette
dldbeSse madame To- prinCesSen explains one
cause OF tn wrath OF her royal papa. She was
a very clever woman; she had a keen sense of
humor; she had dreadful tongue; she turned
into ridicule the antiQuated sultan and his hide
Gus harem. She wrote savage letters about him
home to members of her FAMILY. SO, driven
out from the royal presence, the prince and
Fields, where" says Walpole, 1.-THE most pro-
missing OF the young gentlemen of the next
party. and the prettiest and liveliest of the
young ladies, formed the new court" Besides
Leicester House, they had their lodge at Rich
mond, trequented by some of the pleasantest
company OF those days. There we're the Her
yeys, and Chesterfield, and little Mr.. Pope from
TWi ckenham, and with him sometimes the
savage Dean of st. Patrck's, and quite bevy
of young ladies, whose pretty taces smile on US
out OF history There was Lepell, famous in
ballad song; and the saucy, charming Mary
Bellenden, who would have none OF the Prince
of Wales fine compliments, who folded her
arms across her breast, and bade H. r. H. keep
off; and Knocked his purse OF guineas into his
face, and told him she was tired OF seeing him
count them. He was not an august monarch,
this Augustus. Walpole tells how, one night at
the royal card-table, the playful princesses
pulled chair away from under Lady Deloraine,
who, in revenge, pulled the kings from under
him, SO that his majesty fell on the carpet In
whatever posture one sees this royal George, he
is ludlcrous somehow; even at Dettingen, where
he fought SO bravely, his figure is absurd-cal-
ing out in his broken English, and lunging with
his Tapier like a tencing-master. In cotempo.
rary caricatures, Georges son, "thea Hero of
Culloden, is also made an object OF consldera-
bic fun.
refrain to quote from Walpole regarding
George, ior those charming volumes are in the
hands of all who love the gossip of the last
century. Nothing can be more CHEEKY than
Horace's letters Riddles sing all through
plate, fine equipages glitter and sparkle there.
Never was such a brilliant, jigGing, smirking
Vanity Fair as that through which he leads
us. Hervey, the next great authority, is
darker spirit About him there is something
1rightful; few years since his heirs opened
the lid of the Ickworth box: it was as if
Pompen was opened to us-the last century
dug up, with its temples and its games, its
chariots, its public places lupansria. Wander
ing through that city OF the dead, that dread
fully selfish time, through those goddess in
trigues and teasts, through those crowds, push
ing and eager and uggling-rouged and
lying and faWning--I have wanted some one
to he friends with. have said to friends con-
versant with that history, 'Show me some good
person about that Court; find me, among those
selfish courtiers, those dissolute, gay people,
some one being that can love and regardn
There is that struttng little sultan, George II /:
there is that hunchbacked beetle-bro wed Lard
Chesterfield; there is John Heryey, with his
deadly smile, and ghastly, painted face-I hate
them! There is Hoadley, crnging from one
bishopric to another; yonder comes little Mr..
Pope, from 1wickenham, with his friend the
Irish dean, in his new cassock, boWing too, but
with rage flashing from under his bushy eve
b1ows, and scorn and hate quiverine in his
smile. Can you be fond of these OF Pope l
might; at least l might love his genius his
wit his greatness his sensibity, with q Ger
tain con nViCtOn that at some fancied slight
some sneer which he imagined, he would turn
upon me and stab me. Can you trust the
Queen She is not of our order: their very
position makes kings and queens lonely. One
inscrutable attachment that inscrutable woman
has. To that she is faithful, through all trial,
neglect pain, and time. Save her husband, she
really cares for no created being. She is good
enough TO her children, and even fond enough
of them; but she would chop them all up into
little pieces to please him. In her intercourse
with all around her she was perfectly kind,
gracious, and natural; but friends may die,