8o Four-in-Hand in Britam, 



day investigating the causes of discontent and devising 

 a remedy ; and above all showing my deep and abiding 

 sympathy with that portion of my people. This would 

 be better than leading men to murder their fellows — as 

 your heroes did. Oh yes, indeed, says my young lady 

 politician, I should like to be the Prince of Wales just 

 to do that. What a hero it would make him ! Why, he 

 would rank with Alfred the Good, or George Washing- 

 ton. Why doesn't Mr. Gladstone suggest this to him ? 

 I believe the Prince would just jump at the chance. 

 Well, my dear girl, drop a postal card to the grand old 

 man, and you will get his views upon the subject by 

 return mail. The conversation ended by a toss of the 

 head, and " Well, I would if I were a man. I should like 

 a chance ' to talk it up ' to the Prince." As the Prince 

 is an admirer of pretty American young ladies, our 

 friend might get a hearing and astonish him. 



In the afternoon we attended St. George's Chapel. 

 In one of the stalls we saw again that sadly noble lion- 

 face — no one ever mistakes Gladstone. He sat wrapped 

 in the deepest meditation. He is very pale, haggard, 

 and careworn — the weight of empire upon him ! 



"I tell thee, scorner of these whitening hairs, 

 When this snow melteth there shall come a flood.'' 



I could not help applying to him Milton's lines : 



. . . " with grave 

 Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd 



