Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1874-05-22

d! assassin. Bismarck was chiefly
known to fame as what the
Parisians call gay liver, and
Bunsen's dream of united
Germany seemed distant indeed. It
ally has been turned topsy-turvy since
then. The Kingdom of Naples, the
Grand Duchies of Tuscany, Parma,
aud Modena, the Papal States, have
been wiped off the map. The quiet
! Prince William, who was Bunsen's
! guest in London in the August of that
same year, add to whose military
questions we are told that the Duke of
Wellington readily replied" has
more than realized the dreams of his
diplomatic philosopher host-who, it
seems curious to think, was at the out
set of his career Mr.. w. B. Astor's tu-
tor-for he is now Emperor of Ger
many. Perhaps the counsels of the
warrior Duke may not have been with
out bearing on the issue of that Sum-
mer day at Sedan four years ago.
The Car was met on landing in
June, 1874, by the same Ambassador
who will meet his son, the venerable
Count Brunow-now, we believe,
about to retire; and his august master
took up his residence in London at the
Embassy, but after brief stay there
left for Windsor. That was in Ascot
week, which lives in many memory.
Nothing SO brilliant had been known
III the way of royal entertainment
since 1914, when the allied Sovereigns
were the guests of England.
But during that visit his aim was not
to paralyze bat to please. and he won
all hearts. There was Russian rage,
and it knew no bounds. Everything
combinedto make that period brilliant.
The Queen was then in the zenith of
her career, enjoying those hslcyon
days whose delight she has recounted
in her journals. At Windsor and
Buckingham Palace all went mer-
ry as q marriage-bell. OF those
ladies who then so much con-
tributed to the brilliancy of her court,
nearly all are now gone. The Queens
most intimate friend, the Duchess of
Sutherland, passed away six years ago,
and an exquisite monument in the gar
dens of the Viceroy of India country
house at Barrackpore marks the spot
where the beautiful and gifted Wis
countess Canning loved to while away
the evening hours of that splendid ex-
lie which ended in the grave,
DiiG IL SUCH memories coming GnlCk- |
ly over her mind tend to melancholy, |
and to incline the Queen toward the |
prolonged retirement whence she has at |
length shown signs of emerging, there
are on the other hand reasons why the !
present visit of her former guests son
should afford her especial satisfaction.
Baron Bunsep, then accredited to Lon
don as Prussian Minister, was on a
visit to his Sovereign at Sans Souci,
and was presented to the Czar on his
way through Berlin to London. Writ
ng to the Baroness he says " He is
Every inch OF him an Emperor What
to go for Lis pleasure into the
midst OF I've hundred Poles who have
sworn to kill him."
Under far happier auspices is this
'isit of 1874 made. No political OBJ
ect sare even spoken CT. 1t is the visit
# father to an only daughter and to
he honored mother of that daughters
circumstance which, in a
ountry where family and domestic ties
re SO close as in England, will serve
o make the Emperor's welcome espe-
tally acceptable to the hearts of the
'eople, who will not fail to recognise
n it that proverbial touch Of nature !
'hich makes us all kin. !!