There were one or two royal beds, where uneasy have lain the heads that wore a crown, and half a dozen chairs worked in tapestry by royal fingers,--whether preserved for their questionable beauty, or because of the rarity of royal industry, I do not know. We wandered through the shrubberies, paid a penny to see the largest grape vine in the world,--and wished we had given it to the heathen, so like its less distinguished sisters did the vine appear,--and at last lunched at the King's Arms, a queer little inn just outside the gates, edging our way with some difficulty through the noisy, guzzling crowd around the door--the crowd that, having reached the acme of the day's felicity, was fast degenerating into a quarrel. In the long, bare room at the head of the narrow, winding stairs, we found comparative quiet. The tables were covered with joints of beef, with loaves of bread, pitchers of ale, and the ubiquitous cheese. A red-faced young man in tight new clothes--like a strait-jacket--occupied one end of our table with his blushing sweetheart. A band of wandering harpers harped upon their harps to the crowd of wrangling men and blowsy women in the open court below; strangely out of tune were the harps, out of time the measure, according well with the spirit of the hour. A loud-voiced girl decked out in tawdry finery, with face like solid brass, sang "Annie Laurie" in hard, metallic tones,--O Music, how many murders have been committed in thy name!--then passed a cup for pennies, with many a jest and rude, bold laugh. We were glad when the day was done,--glad when we had turned away from it all. QUEEN VICTORIA'S HOME AT WINDSOR. The castle itself is a huge, battlemented structure of gray stone,--a fortress as well as a palace,--with a home park of five hundred acres, the private grounds of Mrs. Guelph, and, beyond that, a grand park of eighteen hundred acres. But do not imagine that she lives here with only her children and servants about her,--this kindly German widow, whose throne was once in the hearts of her people. Royalty is a complicated affair,--a wheel within a wheel,--and reminds us of nothing so much as "the house that Jack built." This is the Castle of Windsor. This is the queen that lives in the Castle of Windsor. These are the ladies that 'tend on the queen that lives in the Castle of Windsor. These are the pages that bow to the ladies that 'tend on the queen that lives in the Castle of Windsor. These are the lackeys that wait on the pages that bow to the ladies that 'tend on the queen that lives in the Castle of Windsor. These are the soldiers, tried and sworn, that guard the crown from the unicorn, that stand by the lackeys that wait on the pages that bow to the ladies that 'tend on the queen that lives in the Castle of Windsor.