His only public utterance of any importance was made at the time of his departure for China, when he addressed the emperor in such extravagant terms, referring to his “consecrated majesty,” and so on, that it created mingled feelings of amazement and amusement from one end of the civilized world to the other!  There has always been an impression in my mind that there was in this extraordinary speech just a suspicion of a disposition to guy his brother:  for not only were the terms that he used entirely foreign to his character,—­their outre tenor bordering on the ridiculous,—­but it is impossible for anyone who has ever heard him chaffing his seasick brother while out yachting, putting his head in at the cabin door every now and again, and calling out, “Well, Willie, how do you feel now, and what has become of your imperial dignity?” to believe that he was really serious when he so solemnly ascribed divine attributes to this selfsame Willie.

I heard that after the prince’s arrival in China, where banquets were given in his honor by the German and English leading colonists, he was repeatedly asked to make a few remarks in reply to the toasts drunk in his honor, but that on each occasion he politely informed his hosts that he would see them in Jericho before he got on his feet to address them.  “Only once in my life,” he was wont to say, “did I make a speech, and I shall never hear the end of that to the close of my days!” A little later on, when the Shanghai correspondent of the London Times was presented to him, he himself referred to this most celebrated and oft-quoted speech by inquiring good-humoredly, and withal plaintively, “By the way, don’t you think your newspapers have roasted me enough about it?”

With regard to his shooting, there is no scion of royalty who has been the cause of more gun accidents than the prince.  He had not attained his majority before he managed, while shooting in the game preserves of his uncle, the Grand Duke of Baden, to wound a gamekeeper so severely that the man was crippled for life, and has since been in the receipt of a generous pension from the prince.  Then in Corfu, while clambering up a steep hill, he had the misfortune to unintentionally discharge his gun, the lead lodging in a Greek gentleman who was following a few feet behind him and grievously injuring him; while at a later period he succeeded in inflicting serious damage upon a Turkish dignitary appointed by the Sultan to attend him during his shooting trips in Syria.  It is of him, too, that is related the story of how, when asked as a youth of twenty, by Queen Victoria, during one of his stays at Balmoral, what sport he had had while out deer stalking, he replied proudly:  “Well, grandma, I did not succeed in killing a stag, but I hit quite a number.”  It is recorded that there was a painful silence after this remark, and that the prince was not again urged to go out deer stalking during his stay at Balmoral!