Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1891-12-19
THE ROOMS OF A QUEEN.
GRAND 80 GORGEOUS, BUT tx.
cgEDlNGLY UNHoMELlKe.

How the Dr-sry Waste ~ stately Room
Amer Room tniprsssrd an American
Woman Who visited II.
The Scotch moors. a. I saw them IN
July, are already fading In my memory
into n soft harmonious mingling Of rus
set and green. Tor the heather was not
yet purple, but the sun caught the spray
Of a mountain rivulet tumbling on It's
rocky way, or turned more vivid the in
tcnac green of those patches Of yCrdure
In the midst Of the brown Of the heather.
which we think seem 10 unnatural when
artists who paint In the highlands trans
fer them TO canvas. These high lights
stay by one when tho hills and all the
ordinary features Of that charming Scot.
land melt into the dimmest Of memories.
One OF these summers high lights was
visit to the queens private apartments
at Windsor. don't know what red tape
and long waiting and diplomatic refer
cnce It took 10 get the permit. only
know that the Thoughtful American girl
who remembered me aud made me one
Of the four who were to invade the
sacred precincts conferred much pleasure
on me, and oven though We were all 20
disappointed in what we saw, It was hu.
msn. was IL not, to DO delighted TO go
whore few eniers
We looked upon the herd Of common.
ers who iied by Us In the wake Of the
cicerone, who every hour takes throngs
OF sightseers through the main part Of
Windsor castle. Their hands were rcd
with Baedelers. hut We loftily ignored
guidebooks for one day.
There were but three high lights there
TO remember. One was General Cor.
don's Bible. before which could have
knelt, for 1t was the well worn book ofa
soldier who took 1t into the tented field
ns his companion.
There Is no misiaking - book that has
been read, the very way It lies open, tho
invisible marks Of rcverential fingers.
the color OF the paper which the open air
produces.
II disturbed me 20 see Il In hdoons
little glass casket all ornameniation and
fligree. Very fine in It's way. | suppose.
and taking many pounds out Of the
heros sisters pocket. who gave It to tho
queen, but so inappropriate TO tho sim
pie life u that heroic soul, that martyr
to the mistakes Of his country.
TWO MARBLE STATUES.
The second high light In the queens
own douiicile was the view from the
state drawing room windows Of the
avenue stretching miles and miles away.
1t was sunny and bright. for some far
back English sovereign or his wise gar
dener had, perhaps. evidently believed
that with all his possessions there was
nothing quite equal 10 tho God given one
Of sunshine. aud 30 there was u wide
strip Of the greenest turf In the world on
either side Of the drive. There were no
parterres, no fountains or statues, sim.
ply this broad open space, where hor
majesty could walk or drive for miles.
hidden by the forest trees ON either side
from the staring eyes OF the public.
The third high light In those drearily
magnificent palace corridors was the life
size modelling Of thequcen aud tho prince
consort. made since his death. Tho
marble WIS scarcely pure enough to
represent as perfect an ideal Of wifcly
love "a any sculptor Is ever likely to
give. The queens face turned toward
her husband reveals the utmost devotion,
the most tender entreaty, as she leans
against him imploring him not to leave
her. Whoever has not understood wifely
alteration before must 20 away from
| this exquisite exemplihcation Of II with
anew knowledge of what It's possibilities
are. do not even know II IL Is good
modelling, l only know that, intract.
| able. cold and inexpensive as marble
Is supposed to be, It speaks In the face
and attitude Of the queen Us no painting
remember 10 have seen.
wish could feel such genuine adj
miration Of the prince, but he u 20 Eng
lish, so handsome, so far away. His
head Is turned quite from his wife, and
rs she clings TO him he coldly points TO
distant lands
No TRACE or HOME.
There was nothing else In these gor.
geous rooms that stays by me. There
seemed to me miles Of corridors, draw
ing rooms, little aud big; dining rooms
aud boudoirs, all glitter and glow. The
usual gilt and orinolu, marble aud onyx,
gloss OF satin and rich stuifs, tho dazzle
Of luminous glass, peryaded the entire
suites Of apartments, We kept looking
for some room where there might be a
trace Of hoineliness.
We longed to see workbnsket, even
II her majesty doesn't do needlcwork
and sitting room where there might be
an ordinary writing desk, bookcase
with some well thumbed volumes or O
chair-an American rocking chair even,
in which a loving woman had rocked
her babies to sleep
The doors were closed on the queen,
and prince consorts bedroom, but In
genious inquiries caused the old house
keeper to give up their secrets. Their,
was no difference. They lived In ther,
In state, and began to think my child
ish ideas that kings and queens slept IL
their crowns was not far wrong. Eliza
beth u. Custer in New York sun.