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thousand like them, impressed themselves upon her eager consciousness! And how

she flew to her journal to note them down! The news of the Duke's death! What



a moment--when, as she sat sketching after a picnic by a loch in the lonely

hills, Lord Derby's letter had been brought to her, and she had learnt that



"ENGLAND'S, or rather BRITAIN'S pride, her glory, her hero, the greatest man

she had ever produced, was no morel." For such were here reflections upon the



"old rebel" of former days. But that past had been utterly obliterated--no

faintest memory of it remained. For years she had looked up to the Duke as a



figure almost superhuman. Had he not been a supporter of good Sir Robert? Had

he not asked Albert to succeed him as commander-in-chief? And what a proud



moment it had been when he stood as sponsor to her son Arthur, who was born on

his eighty-first birthday! So now she filled a whole page of her diary with



panegyrical regrets. "His position was the highest a subject ever had--above

party--looked up to by all--revered by the whole nation--the friend of the



Sovereign... The Crown never possessed--and I fear never WILL--so DEVOTED,

loyal, and faithful a subject, so staunch a supporter! To US his loss is



IRREPARABLE... To Albert he showed the greatest kindness and the utmost

confidence... Not an eye will be dry in the whole country." These were serious



thoughts; but they were soon succeeded by others hardly less moving--by events

as impossible to forget--by Mr. MacLeod's sermon on Nicodemus--by the gift of



a red flannelpetticoat to Mrs. P. Farquharson, and another to old Kitty Kear.

But, without doubt, most memorable, most delightful of all were the



expeditions--the rare, exciting expeditions up distant mountains, across broad

rivers, through strange country, and lasting several days. With only two



gillies--Grant and Brown--for servants, and with assumed names. It was more

like something in a story than real life. "We had decided to call ourselves



LORD AND LADY CHURCHILL AND AND PARTY--Lady Churchill passing as MISS SPENCER

and General Grey as DR. GREY! Brown once forgot this and called me 'Your



Majesty' as I was getting into the carriage, and Grant on the box once called

Albert 'Your Royal Highness,' which set us off laughing, but no one observed



it." Strong, vigorous, enthusiastic, bringing, so it seemed, good fortune with

her--the Highlanders declared she had "a lucky foot"--she relished



everything--the scrambles and the views and the contretemps and the rough inns

with their coarse fare and Brown and Grant waiting at table. She could have



gone on for ever and ever, absolutely happy with Albert beside her and Brown

at her pony's head. But the time came for turning homewards, alas! the time



came for going back to England. She could hardly bear it; she sat disconsolate

in her room and watched the snow falling. The last day! Oh! If only she could



be snowed up!

III



The Crimean War brought new experiences, and most of them were pleasant ones.

It was pleasant to be patriotic and pugnacious, to look out appropriate



prayers to be read in the churches, to have news of glorious victories, and to

know oneself, more proudly than ever, the representative of England. With that



spontaneity of feeling which was so peculiarly her own, Victoria poured out

her emotion, her admiration, her pity, her love, upon her "dear soldiers."



When she gave them their medals her exultation knew no bounds. "Noble

fellows!" she wrote to the King of the Belgians, "I own I feel as if these



were MY OWN CHILDREN; my heart beats for THEM as for my NEAREST and DEAREST.

They were so touched, so pleased; many, I hear, cried--and they won't hear of



giving up their medals to have their names engraved upon them for fear they

should not receive the IDENTICAL ONE put into THEIR HANDS BY ME, which is



quite touching. Several came by in a sadly mutilated state." She and they were




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