The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-07-20

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and the queen at quaorille. where poor LADY |
Charlotte runs her usual nightly GAUNTLET the
queen pulling her hood, and the PRINCES roval
Iapplng ner knuckies. The Duke of Grafton
takes hls nightly opiate of lottery, and seeps
as usual, between the Prncesses Amelia and
Caroline. Lord Grantham strolls from one
room 10 auoIner @ vas dryden says) like some dis
cOnlenteo ghost that OFT appears and is forbid to
speak, and stirs himself about as people stir n
fire, not with any deslgn, but In hopes 10 maze
u purn Drlsker. AT last the king gets up, the
pool finishes, and everybody has their dIsmts.
sion. Their majesties retire to Lady Charlotte
and my Lord Liiord; my Lord Grantham to
Lady Frances and MIR. Clark; some to supper,
some to bed, and thus the evening and the
morning make the day.
The kings fondness for Hanover occasioned
Gil sorts OF rough jokes among his English sub
jects, to whom sauerkraut aud sausages have
ever been ridiculous objects. When our present
prince consort came among us, the people
bawled out songs in the streets indicative of the
absurdIty of Germany in general. The sausage
shops produced enormous sausages, which we
might suppose were the daily food and delight
of German princes. l remember the carica-
lures at the marriage of Prince Leopold with
the Princess Charlotte. The bridegroom was
drawn IN rags. George HIS wife was called by
the people a beggarly German duchess; the
British ldea being that all princes were beggaTly
except British princes. King George paid US
back. He thought there were no manners out
of Germany Sarah Marlborough once coming
to visit the princess while her royal highness
was whipping one Of the roaring royal children,
have no good manners in England, because you
are not properly brought up when you are
yoUng.n he insisted that no English cooks
could roast, no English coaChman could drive;
| he actually questioned the superiority of our
nobility our horses, and our roast beetl
While he was away from his beloved Hanover,
everything remained there exactly as in the
| princes presence. There were 800 horses in the
stables, there was all the apparatus of chamber
! lains, court-maTshals, and equer1es; and court
assemblies were held every Saturday, where all
| fhn NNnlal - Il,A 1aI
can't but think fine and touching ceremony
large armchair was placed in the assembly
room and on it the kings portrait. The nobility
advanced, and made a bow to the armchair
| king had set up, and spoke under their voices
| before the august picture, just as they would
have done had the King ChuIfurst been present
| himself
He was always going back to Hanover. In
| the year 1929 he went for two whole years.
| during which Caroline regned for him in
! England, and he was not in the least missed by
| his British subjects. He went again in 35 and
| '36; and between the years l740 and 1855 was no
| less than eight times on the continent which
| amusement he was Obliged to give up at the
| outbreak of the Seven Years. War. Here every
| days amusement was the same. "Our life is as
uniform as that of monastery" writes a cour-
| tier whom Vehse quotes. every morning at
| eleven and every evening at six we drive in the
| heat TO Herrenhausen, through an enormous
| linden avenue, and twice day cover our coats
and coaches with dust. In the kings society
there never is the least change. AT table and at
| cards he sees always the same faces, and at the
end OF the game Ietires into his cham ber. Twice
| a week there is French theatre the other DAYS
| there is a play in the gallery. In this way,
were the king always to stop in Hanover, one
could make ten years. calendar of his pro-
| ceedings, and settle beforehand what his time
of business, meals, and pleasure would be-"
| The old pagan kept his promise to his dying
wife. Lady Yarmouth was now in full favor
and treated with profound respect by the Han
over society, though it appears rather neglected
IN England when she came among us. In l74o a
| couple OF the kings daughters went to see him
| at Hanover-Anna, the Princess OF Orange
| (about whom, and whose husband and marriage
| day Walpole and HerVey have left us the most
ludicrous descriptions),l and Maria of Hesse
Cassel with, their respective lords. This made
| the Hanover court very brilliant. In honor of
his high guests, the king gave several fetes;
among others, magnificent masked ball in the
| green theatre at Herrenhausen-the garden
| theatre, with linden and box for screen, and
| grass for carpet, where the Platens had danced
| to George and his father, the late sultan. The
stage and a great part of the garden we're illu-
minated with colored lamps. Almost the whole
| court appeared in white dominoes, ''like," says
| the descrioer of the scene, ''like spirits in the
| Elyslan Fields. At night supper was served in
! the gallery with three great tables, and the
| king was very merry. After supper dancing
was resumed, aud did not get home till five
| O'Clock by full daylight TO Hanover Some days
| afterwards we had in the opera-house at Han
| over great assembly. The king appeared in
| Turkish dress; his turban was ornamented with
| HdRu1uCenJ dgruHe OF ulaHlOnQs: Ine Lady
| Yarmouth was dressed as a sultana nobody was
more beautiful than the Princess of Hesse." So,
| while poor Caroline was resting in her coffin,
| dapper little George, with his red face and his
| white eyebrows and goggle-eyes, at sixty years
| OF age, IS dancing pretty dance with Madame
| Walmoden, and caperlng about dressed up like
| Turk! For twenty years more that little old
| BsjaZet went on in this Turkish fashion, until
| the fit came which choked the old man, when
| he ordered the side of his coffin to be taken out
| as well as that of Toor Carollne's, who had pre-
| ceded him, so that his sinful old bones and
| ashes might mingle with those of the faithful
| creature. Oh, struttlng Turkey-cock of Her
| renhausen! oh, naughty little Mohammed in
| what Turkish paradise are you now, and where
| be your painted hours? so Countess Var
| mouth appeared as a sultana, and his majesty,
| in Turkish dress, wore agraffe of dia-
| mOnds, and was very merry, was he? Friends
| he was your fathers king, as well as mine; let
| us drop a respectful tear over his grave.
| He said of his wife that he never knew q
| woman who was worthy to buckle her shoe; he
| would sit alone weeping before her portrait
and, when he had dried his eyes, he would go
| off to his Walmoden and talk of her. On the
| 26th day of October, 1850, he being then in the
| seVeniy-seventh year of his age and the thirty
| fourth of his reign, his page went to take him
| his royal chocolate, and behold the most re-
| floor. They went and fetched Walmodeu, but
| Walmoden could not wake him. The sacred
| majesty was but lieless corpse. TIE king was
| dead; God save the king But, of course, poets
| and clergymen decOrOusly beWailed the late
| one. Here are some artless verses in which an
| English divine deplored the famous departed
| hero. and over which you may cry or you may
laugh, exactly as your humor suits:-
| "Whlle at his feet expiring Faction lay,
| No contest left but who should hest ObeV.