The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1892-01-09
THE ROOMS OF A QUEEN.
GRAND AND GORGEOUS, BUT EN-
cEEDlNGLY UNHoMELlKE.


CEEDlNGLY UNHOMELiKE.
victoria's Huge Palace In windsor and
How the Dreary waste OF Stately Room
After Room Impressed an American
Woman who visited II.
The Scotch moors, as l saw them in
July, are already fading in my memory
into a soft harmonious mingllng Of rus
set and green, for the heather was not
yet purple; but the sun caught the spray
of a mountain rivulet tumbling on its
rocky way, or turned more vivid the in
tense green Of those patches of verdure
in the midst of the brown Of the heather,
which we think seem so unnatural when
artists who paint in the highlands trans
fer them to canvas. These high lights
stay by one when the hills and all the
ordinary features of that charming Scot
land melt into the dimmest Of memories.
One Of these summers high lights was
a visit to the queens private apartments
at Windsor, don't know what red tape
and long waiting and diplomatic refer
ence it took to get the permit. l only
know that the thoughtful American girl
who remembered me and made me one
of the four who were TO invade the
sacred precincts conferred much pleasure
on me, and even though we were all so
disappointed in what we saw, it was hu-
man, was it not, to be delighted to 60
where few enter?
We looked upon the herd Of common
ers who filed 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 red
with Baedekers, but we loftily ignored
guidebool1s for one day.
There were but three high lights there
to remember. One was General Cor.
don's Bible, before which l could have
knelt, for it was the well worn book of a
soldier who took it into the tented field
as his companion.
There is no mistaldng a book that has
been read, the very way it lies open, the
invisible marks of reverential fingers,
the color of the paper which the open air
produces.
1t disturbed me to see it in hideous
little glass caslzet all ornamentation and
hlgree, Very fine in its way, suppose,
and taking many pounds out Of the
hero's sisters pocket, who gave it to the
queen, but so inappropriate TO the sim
pie life Of that heroic soul, that martyr
to the mistakes Of his country.
TWO MARBLE STATUES.
The second high light in the queens
own domicile was the view from the
state drawing room windows of the
avenue stretching miles and miles away.
It 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 TO the God given one
Of sunshine, and 80 there was a 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 her
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 the queen and the prince
consort, made since his death. The
marble was scarcely pure enough to
represent as perfect an ideal of wifely
love as 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 go away from
this exquisite exemplihcation of 1t with
new knowledge Of what its possibilities
are. do not even know IL it 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 as no painting
I remember to have seen.
wish / could feel such genuine ad-
miration of the prince, but he is so Eng
lish, so handsome, so far away. His
head Is turned quite from his wife, and
as she clings to him he coldly points to
distant lands,
NO TRACE OF 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 and big; dining rooms
and boudoirs, all glitter and glow. The
usual gilt and ormolu, marble and onyx,
gloss Of satin aud rich stuffs, the dazzle
Of luminous glass, pervaded the entire
suites Of apartments. We kept looking
for some room where there might be q
trace Of homeliness.
We longed to see q workbasket, ever
II her majesty doesn't do needlework
and a sitting room where there might be
an ordinary writing desk, bookcase
with some we'll thumbed volumes or 9
chAir--an American rocking chair even,
In which . loving woman had rocked
her babies to sleep.
The doors were closed on the queeni
and prince oonsort's 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 10 think my child
ish ideas that kings and queens slept IL
their crowns was not far wrong,-Eliza
beth B. Custer in New York Sun.