Punch (92.1887)

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It is over!. What a day we've' had! What a succession of days,
n(lfer^/<^ \ p' and nights! We saw the Procession from various Juhilee coigns of
vantage,—a few of the five-sovereign gold pieces, merely as mementos
for our collection, we should not mind possessing—hut at no point
was the demonstration more enthusiastic than in Trafalgar Square,
where beaming from among flags and flowers rose Mr. Punch in a
central window of the Grand Hotel to salute H.R.H. The Prince of
Wales—" Heir Apparent, or Visible Prince,"—the sixteen mounted
Princes, and then to wave his hat to Hee Geacious Majesty, and
" with heart and voice " to sing out, " God save the Queen ! " The
Grand Hotel seated two hundred persons free! This wasl" doing
the Grand " in a right royal manner. During the entr'acte luncheon
was served in the mile a manger, where the arrangements met with
Mr. Punch's entire approbation.

There were several most remarkahle features in this great
assemblage,—Mr. Punch's of oourse being the most noticeable—of
which we have observed no mention in any record that we have as
vet seen. The first was the Papal Envoy in a splendid carriage
driving Westwards. Where was ne going ? Had ne mistaken the
route for Westminster Abbey ?

The next noticeable feature was Sir Chaexes Wabeen pouncing
down on a too zealous Constable, and giving him such a shaking as
brought him to his best senses and elicited cheers from the crowd.

Then there were some foolish persons who would throw coppers
from the windows, and there were some irregulars who broke their
line to pick them up. One of the irregulars was put under arrest,
tried by Court Martial on the spot, and would (we suppose) have
been there and then shot, had it not been for a superior Officer who
re-heard the ease in two minutes, gave his decision, reinstated the
offender, and gave the Officer who ordered the arrest a wigging that
was highly appreciated by the spectators.

The Queen returning was visibly affected, and Mr. Punch himself
wiped away a tear on seeing the Princess of Waxes and the Princess
Royax bending towards her, and evidently sustaining her with their
affectionate sympathy. " Don't give way. Mother," they seemed to
he whispering; " we're just home." And though her hp quivered,
the Queen did not give way, but bore herself bravely to the end.

It all went off admirably without a contretemps, except the
Marquis of Lobne coming a cropper, and even he went off admirably,
—and, falling on a very soft place, was unhurt. Being in Highland
costume, it was at first rumoured that he .was "Elt entirely."
" Give me another horse 1 Bind up my wounds!" he cried; but as
there were no wounds to bindup.no special attention was needed: but
another horse was brought, and again he urged on his wild career,
reaching the Abbey comfortably in time for service. At the significant
request of H.R.H. the Prince of Waxes, the Marquis is, it is said,
going to take lesBons on buck-jumpers at Wild West Kensington.

"The French Nation is unrepresented, Sir," observed one of
Mr. Punch's Staff to his Chief as the Royal Procession was passing

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