LALEHAM PARK: 

[Illustration:  The Residence of the Young Queen of Portugal.]

Circumstances, in themselves trivial, often confer celebrity upon places hitherto of unlettered note.  Thus, a beautiful villa at Laleham, a village in Middlesex, eighteen and a half miles south west of London, has acquired frequent passing notice from its having lately become the temporary residence of the young “Queen of Portugal,” whose removal to England appears to have been a prudent measure to keep her petite Majesty “out of harm’s way.”

Laleham is delightfully situate on the banks of the Thames, between Shepperton and Staines, and is famed for the entertainment it affords to the lovers of angling.  The river narrows considerably here; and about the shallows, or gulls, the water is beautifully transparent.  The above temporary royal residence is built in an elegant villa style; and the grounds have been very tastefully laid out under the immediate direction of the present proprietor, the Earl of Lucan.  They comprise 40 acres, with some very fine elm timber.

The “Young Queen” is described as an interesting and lively child, and is within a month of the same age as the Princess Victoria, and Prince George of Cumberland, both of whom were born in May, 1819.  She has not the slightest tinge of a tropical complexion; her hair is extremely light, her face pale, her eyes light blue and very sparkling.  She is not tall of her age, but remarkably well formed.  Her Majesty arrived in London in October last, and for some time resided at Grillon’s Hotel, Albemarle Street; but her health requiring change of air, Laleham was engaged for a short period; although, in allusion to the situation, it was said to be very low—­a flat joke indeed.

In this delightful retreat, the young Queen and her suite at present reside; and so pacific is our taste, that to enjoy the tranquil scenery of Laleham, and the sports of the stream that waters its park, we would willingly forego all the cares of state, and leave its plots and counterplots to more ambitious minds.  We could sit by the waters of Laleham, and sing with the muse of Grongar: 

  Be full ye courts, be great who will;
  Search for peace with all your skill;
  Open wide the lofty door,
  Seek her on the marble floor;
  In vain you search, she is not there;
  In vain you search the domes of care! 
  Grass and flowers Quiet treads,
  On the meads and mountain-heads. 
  Along with Pleasure close ally’d,
  Ever by each other’s side.

But great as may be our content, we hope to see her Majesty speedily restored to the bosom of her family, provided she be secure from the perils of her distracted country.

There are some allusions to an interesting part of ancient story connected with Laleham, Dr. Stukely notices the remains of a Roman encampment on Greenfield Common, within the parish of Laleham, which he supposes to have been the camp in which Caesar halted after passing the Thames.