My dear cousin Mary, you have an account of the dresses; and I promise you there were princesses besides the bride whom it did the eyes good to behold.  Around the bride sailed a bevy of young creatures so fair, white, and graceful that I thought of those fairy-tale beauties who are sometimes princesses, and sometimes white swans.  The Royal Princesses and the Royal Knights of the Garter swept by in prodigious robes and trains of purple velvet, thirty shillings a yard, my dear, not of course including the lining, which, I have no doubt, was of the richest satin, or that costly “miniver” which we used to read about in poor Jerrold’s writings.  The young princes were habited in kilts; and by the side of the Princess Royal trotted such a little wee solemn Highlander!  He is the young heir and chief of the famous clan of Brandenburg.  His eyrie is amongst the Eagles, and I pray no harm may befall the dear little chieftain.

The heralds in their tabards were marvellous to behold, and a nod from Rouge Croix gave me the keenest gratification.  I tried to catch Garter’s eye, but either I couldn’t or he wouldn’t.  In his robes, he is like one of the Three Kings in old missal illuminations.  Goldstick in waiting is even more splendid.  With his gold rod and robes and trappings of many colors, he looks like a royal enchanter, and as if he had raised up all this scene of glamour by a wave of his glittering wand.  The silver trumpeters wear such quaint caps, as those I have humbly tried to depict on the playful heads of children.  Behind the trumpeters came a drum-bearer, on whose back a gold-laced drummer drubbed his march.

When the silver clarions had blown, and under a clear chorus of white-robed children chanting round the organ, the noble procession passed into the chapel, and was hidden from our sight for a while, there was silence, or from the inner chapel ever so faint a hum.  Then hymns arose, and in the lull we knew that prayers were being said, and the sacred rite performed which joined Albert Edward to Alexandra his wife.  I am sure hearty prayers were offered outside the gate as well as within for that princely young pair, and for their Mother and Queen.  The peace, the freedom, the happiness, the order which her rule guarantees, are part of my birthright as an Englishman, and I bless God for my share.  Where else shall I find such liberty of action, thought, speech, or laws which protect me so well?  Her part of her compact with her people, what sovereign ever better performed?  If ours sits apart from the festivities of the day, it is because she suffers from a grief so recent that the loyal heart cannot master it as yet, and remains treu und fest to a beloved memory.  A part of the music which celebrates the day’s service was composed by the husband who is gone to the place where the just and pure of life meet the reward promised by the Father of all of us to good and faithful servants who have well done here below.  As this one gives