Great Britain -- History -- Victoria, 1837-1901 -- Fiction
The second stop was at St. Paul's. The eight cream-colored horses were
reined up before a superb mass of color and glitter, for on the steps
of the church were ambassadors, bishops, archbishops, judges, and
musicians, flashing with diamonds, gleaming in cloth of gold, gorgeous
in the red, blue, and pink hoods of the universities, and all framing
in a great square of white-robed little choir-boys. Prayer was offered,
the Te Deum was chanted, "God Save the Queen" was sung, and thousands
of people wiped their eyes as they joined in "Praise God from whom all
blessings flow." The benediction was pronounced and the procession
turned slowly away. And as the tread of the horses sounded again on the
pavement, the Archbishop forgot his magnificent canonicals, he forgot
everything except that he was an Englishman and that Victoria was his
Queen, and he led the whole ten thousand people in three tremendous
cheers for their sovereign.
That night everything was illuminated that could be illuminated; and,
as in 1887, beacon fires flashed from hill to hill and from headland to
headland. The Prince of Wales suggested that the best memorial of the
day would be a general subscription to pay the debts of the principal
hospitals, and in a great sweep of generosity $3,750,000 was promptly
subscribed. The Princess of Wales wrote to the Lord Mayor of London,
expressing her interest in the poor of the city, and gifts amounting to
$1,500,000 were made at once for their benefit. The rejoicing went on
for a fortnight. There were reviews of soldiers and of battleships,
there were concerts, exhibitions, and dinners for the poor. One part of
the celebration was the manufacture of a mammoth cake by the same firm
that made the coronation cake. This Jubilee cake weighed five hundred
pounds, and five hundred more was added to it in frosting and sugar
ornaments. Around it was a great wreath of sugar roses. A lofty tower
of sugar rose from within the wreath with many monograms, medallions,
crowns, lions, unicorns, angels of fame and of glory blowing great
sugar trumpets; and at the very top was the angel of Peace with white
and shining wings.
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