St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1910-06-15

form crowned Dy the huge DuSnV-lKe
headgear of feathers with a beautiful
white plume curling up the left side, and
three or four fluffy tails hanging over the
right ear. As they passed, man behind
me said "One of the most famous in the
British Army but further information
was cut off by a protesting ''sh sh"
which went up from his neighbors. And
right here might say that the strongest
impression of funeral rites was gained
not from the procession itself, which was
gorgeous in its color and pomp. but
from the absolute silence of the vast
crowds through which the pageant
moved.
After the Foot Guards, the names of
whose divisions any reader of Macaulay
would recognize as historic, came the de-
tachment of cavalry led by the 10th,
prince of Wales's Own Royal Huzzars,
erect and striking in their blue and gold.
The saddles of the officers were covered
with leopard skins which with the Rus
sian costume gave touch OF barbara
magnifcence. The Royal Horse Guards
who followed were distinguished by
their steel cuirasses and brass helmets
with waving red plumes. They were
succeeded by detachnents of the Life
Guards and a section of the Royal Horse
Artillery. Then came the Royal Marines
and after them a most brilliant group of
Military Attaches to the Foreign En-
bassies and Officers from the Foreign
Armies and Navies. Here it was impOs-
sible for the inexperienced eye to recOg-
nize individuals even with a detailed
program. 1t was a shifting kale1dO-
scope of color, white, scarlet, vivid blue,
brilliant green, gossip says huge cab
bage butterfly strayed from the Park to
Westminster Hall, mistook the Duke Of
Aosta's green plumes for it's. native
element and tried to alight on them)
with here and there a SWarthy tace
under a Turkish or Indian head-dress.
A ripple of enthusiasm swept over the
crowd as they recognized the three great
British generals riding abreast, Lord
Kitchener, Lord Roberts and Sir H.
Evelyn Wood, but the outburst was
silence again, for the wall of Chopin's
Funeral March was in the air. AS the
four bands passed (the last the famous
Royal Artillery Band) with drums
swathed in black, every head was barred
in expectation of what was to follow.
Abreast of the group of members of His
Majestv's suite rode the Earl Marshall
the Duke of Norfolk, magnificent in
scarlet and gold and white, then, walk
ing, were the court officials privileged to
bear the historic three gold sticks and
only when the coffin is lowered into the
grave. In this group Lord ROseberry in
dark uniform caught the eve of the
crowd for a moment, but their attention
was quickly shifted to what followed
detachment of the Royal Horse Artil-
lery drawing the gun carriage on which
lay the coffin containing the body of the
late King. 1t was covered with pail
of cleaning white satin fringed heavily
with gold, over which fell folds of purple.
On velvet cushions of the same royal
color lay the royal crown and orb and
sceptre, the jewels flashing in the sun
light. 1t passed in absolute silence.
Then a wave of surprise stirred the
crowd. Immediately behind the gun
carriage two grOOms led the royal
charger carrying the late Kings mill
tary boots reversed in the stirrups.
That was expected, but the little terrier
with cOwed expression trOtting at the
heels of Scotch giliein the Stuart plaid,
was mourner unannounced. At the sight
OF the pathetic little figure, the favorite
dog Caesar, a mute reminder of the
more humanity intimate and personal
side of the late Kings life, tears started
to eyes which had been merely curious,
and for a second the gorgeous military
display was forgotten. But only for a
second, for behind the Royal Standard
rode the nine living kings who had come
to pay the last tribute in their power to
the dead King. With curious thrill
one realized that one was in the presence
of history, as one recognized the faces of
certain of the monarchs of Europe.
King George V rode little in advance,
STOPPING slightly in the saddle, his face
which struck one on-looker as very sad
intent upon the crowd lining the way.
lust behind on his right was the German
Emperor, erect and martial on his SUI
perb white charger brought over from
Germany, his Field arsha1s baton
resting on his hip-the most royal figure
strongly-marked profile of the King of
Spain, followed by the dark, boyish face
of the King of Portugal. who was frank
~ interested in the throngs about him.
Those were all the writer was sure she
distinguished, since the group was quite
closely massed and went by much more
rapidly than one wished. But photo
graphs show the other FIVE, the Kings of
Norway, Greece, Denmark. Bulgaria and
Belgium.
They were followed by another bril-
liant group of royal princes, and then
one caught sight of the sumptuous-
liveried coachman and footmen on the
glass coach containing the widowed
Queen Mother. her sister, the Dowager
Empress of Russia, and her daughters, the
Princess Royal and the Princess Victoria.
Of all the long line, Queen Alexandria
was the only one who greeted the
crowd. Her face, still beautiful, tho
very sad, appeared constantly at the
window, bowling to the people on both
sides. Here murmurs broke out again,
''She is very sweet!'' "God bless her"
as the carriage slowly passed. The
next carriage contained Queen Mary,
with the Queen of Norway, the
little Princess Mary, and the heir to the
throne, the Duke of Cornwall, a
fresh-faced English lad who gazed back
frankly into the eyes which saw in him
their future Prince of Wales. The roval
carriages which followed were apparent
~ not of SO much interest to my neigh
bors as the eighth one which contained