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his guest's eye fascinated by the design. 

 " It was done bv a bedridden girl, and vou 

 must take that home to Mrs. Russell from me." 



On the Sunday, as requested to do so by 

 their Royal Highnesses, he preached at Sand- 

 ringham Church, the Rev. W. Lake Onslow, 

 the rector, placing his pulpit at his service, and 

 afterwards thanking him cordially for his able 

 and interesting discourse. And that the Prince 

 and Princess must have been equallv impressed 

 by the clear enunciation and earnest manner of 

 the preacher there can be little doubt ; though, 

 on that point, if anything were said, history is 

 silent. 



Perhaps no portion of his time was more 

 pleasantly spent than the quiet half-hour he 

 passed one morning with the Princess, who, 

 followed by her two eldest bovs, then respec- 

 tively nine and eight years of age, invited him 

 to accompany them to the stables and inspect 

 the stud. *' It was a delightful sight," said 

 Russell, relating the circumstance to an old 

 friend, shortly afterwards, " to witness the utter 

 freedom of the voungsters as thev tumbled 

 and plunged amongst the straw, and ever and 

 anon begged for a bit of chopped carrot which 

 the Princess carried in a basket, in order to 

 feed some gentle favourite on which they had 

 set their hearts. A more natural sight I never 

 saw in my life ; and, mark my words, those two 



