Trying To Change A Sovereign.

mob is a mob , even if it be made up of bishops ; but probably the demeanour of the Right Reverend Bench in enforced contiguity would—well , let us hope so —be a little more dignified and restrained than the bearing of a congregation of Whitechapel and Newgate Market butchers , ancl Kensal New Town roughs . You see there are mobs . ancl mobs . Well , this particular mob or crowd was a very well-behaved assemblageand as their fair young Queen—it seems a weak

, platitude , for it is a bald truth , to say the idol of her people— -issued from her , palace gates , with her handsome husband by her side , a something more than mere wild cheering—a thrill—an influence unexpressed ancl inexpressible , but felt , seems to us , as we who have arrived at middle life recall it now , to have anticipated the sublime apostrophe of her future g lorious laureate :

" Revered ! Beloved ! 0 you that hold A nobler office upon earth Than arms or power of brains or birth Could give the warrior kings of old !" It is necessary , clear reader , that you should understand the egress from Victoria ' s town domicile as it appeared in those clays . The unsightly shop-front like screen of buildingssuggestedI believe

, , , by the late Prince Consort , hacl not then been erected , ancl the fourth side of the square , facing the park , consisted of a light iron palisading , broken in the centre by the superb portal of the Marble Arch , now adorning the Ty burn Gate entrance to Hyde Park . This formed the " sublime porte" giving ingress ancl egress to Majesty . On either side , at some little distance from the . centre , insignificant swing gates admitted dukes , footmen , officers of the Guards ,

equerries , tradesmen , knights' bannerets ,, the police on duty , baronets , the domestic servants ancl the followers of the females serving in that capacity , Serene Highnesses , and—and such small fry . Between the piers of the Marble Arch , then , Her Majesty drove in among ¦ her adoring subjects . Do you woncler that the people cheered ? Consider . This comel y young

creature ; this nation ' s hope ; this more than " expectancy and rose of the fair state , " was in the first golden glow of glorious womanhood . Not only was she invested with the interest that invariably surrounds a bride , for she was but four months , to a clay , married ; not only hacl she come , fair flower , to a throne from whicli she kept , everybody hoped for ever , a detested uncle , bearing a hated name ; but there were people , scarce past middle age , in that expectant crowd ,

who could carry their minds back to the clays when a fair girl , as intensely adored—like this sweet princess , looked up to as our Old England ' s pride—and , cut off in early bloom , was all too soon , alas , consigned , dust to dust , to a cold vault beneath the flaccid effigy , grand product of Canova ' s magic chisel , which enshrines her beloved memory ' neath the roof of St . George ' s Chapel at Windsor . Surely , surely , that is a tomb " watered by a nation ' s tears . "

It was then , when the captain on guard saw the back of the carriage , that he gave a sigh of relief ancl—turned his buckle . Plate and eye of that vinculum hacl not parted company when the martial wearer became aware of external commotion . There was a rush ancl a roar , and , if in a royal palace we may use such an expressiona " row" without the railings . " Something upSir" curtlbut not

, , , , y , discourteously , said the old Scottish non-commissioned officer in . subordinate charge of the guard at the gate , addressing his commander . The serjeant makes for the minor portal . The officer follows , and they see ancl they hear—Some very attenuated and rather shabbily clad legs and arms—limbs belonging apparently to one and the same human being , but so windmill-like ,