The Red Cloud chief., 1877-12-20
Royal Family Affairs.


The Prince of Wales two IONS have
recently been sitting, or rather standing
TO q Of our best known sculptOrs.
The Queen, their grandmother, having
ordered from him a statuette of each.
Of course she has required them To be
portrayed as though dressed in High
land costumes, since she prefers that to
all other styles; and the sculptor, Will
hanson, has judiciously tried both TO
preserve a good likeness Of the lads and
at the same time to make pleasant and
refined portraits Of them. 1t is there
fore, almost unnecessary to remark
that he has had to idealiZe considerable
by way of sOftening down some Of the
well-knOwn heaviness Of the Guelphic
cast Of c~Ountenance. He tells a friend
of mine that the Royal boys are good
natured enough about their ILLNESSES,
and that the elder of them, the other
day, while posing, said: Il know that
/ am ugly and that you can not help
making me so. Do you know who |
am like, and from whom l get my large
mouthp 1 arm like my Aunt Thyra.'
This aunt and his motherly sister, the
youngest and only unmarried daughter
Of the King Of Denmark, n of the
many Princesses whom report long ago
picked out as the probable bride for the
Prince Imperial at the time of the Be-
napartist dynasty seemed to have
taken firm root in France. AS it Is
however, the Princess remains single.
With one sister destined to become
Queen of the empire on which the sun
never sets, and the other fated-and
perhaps shortly-tO be Empress OF all
the Rusias, the fair Thyra probably has
not cared to descend to the petty and
penniIess German Princes, who seem to
be so beautifully provided by nature
and the Almanach de GOtha to espOuse
all they can of the manageable Prin-
cesses of Europe. And the empire in
in France having gone to dust and
ashes, and the KING of Spain being too
orthodox a son of the Church to marry
a hereto, there is positively no n else
unless it be ROthschild-wOrth look
ing at.
The other day, while the Queen-as
usual In ScOtland-was dining at the
table of one of her great North British
mobiles, a dreadful, dreadful breach of
etiquette occurred. Her Majesty called
for a glass of water. Accordingly. a
m~an-servant came forward and present
ed to her asilver salver with a glass of
water on it; but Victoria Immediately
assumed a stern expression and fore
bore to put out her hand for it. 1t ap.
pears that state etiquette on such an
occasion demands that the man-servant
should present the silver salver to a
lady of honor. and that the lady of hon.
or should then carry it to the Queen.
The mistake was rectlneu, apUiVsiOo
were offered and accepted, and let us
hope that by the time the water reached
her thirsty Majesty, it tasted all right.
What a fuss about a trile! "And yet"
as the teller of the anecdOte indignant
ly continued, "she a make herseif
cheap enough with the Browns, fellow
ing at their funerals, at c~hristenings
holding their babies or acting as spon-
| sor to them, etc" OfcOurse, her faith
| full lieges" have found something also
to say about her economy. as evinced
In her subscription to the Indian Fam
inc Relief fund. Not long n APP
peared at the head of n of the lists OF
subscribers her Majesty the QueeIIe25C;
and close underneath the Baroness Bur-
dett-C QUITS, $500 Second dOnation). But
as Mrs. Malaprop once said. "CompaIi.
sons are OdOrOas."-San francisco
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