the following Sunday, the Queen was better able than she had previously been to turn the accident to some account for Ward’s own benefit. Her Majesty had attended the usual service on board, and had listened to another sermon from the ship’s chaplain, this time on a subject as unappropriate as that of the preceding Sunday:--‘And almost all things are by the law purged with blood; and without shedding of blood is no remission’ (Heb. ix. 22)--the ship’s company were repairing to their respective quarters, when Ward was told that the Queen Dowager requested to see him. If this message disconcerted him more than his fall into the Bay of Biscay, he soon recovered that self-possession which no man loses long who has a proper feeling of self-respect. Besides, the widowed Queen, in her intercourse with persons of humble station, wore habitually that air-- ---- which sets you at your ease, Without implying your perplexities. She spoke to the listening sailor kindly on his late peril, and the position in which it suddenly placed him near to impending death. A few words like these, wisely and tenderly offered, were likely to be more beneficial to a man like Ward than a whole course of the chaplain’s sermons on doctrinal points in the Epistle to the Hebrews; and I cannot but hope that the artists of the next generation, when Time shall have poetized the _costume_ of the incident, will not forget this picturesque passage in the life of the Queen and the man-of-war’s-man. And now, as they glided by the coast of Portugal, on the evening of Monday, the 18th of October, there was dancing on board, and again on the Wednesday evening. Princesses waltzed with commanders, the Grand Duchess tripped it on the poop with a knight, and the midshipmen went dashingly at it with the maids of honour, while the gun-room officers stood by awaiting their turn. On the fore part of the quarterdeck as many of the ship’s company as were so minded got up a dance among themselves; and the suffering Queen below heard the echoes of the general gladness, and was content. On the following Friday, the _Howe_ was close to Belem Castle, and was towed into the Tagus by the steam-frigate _Terrible_. The King Consort of Portugal came down in a state barge to receive the Queen, whom he escorted to the palace of the Necessidades, landing amid a roar of artillery, and welcomed by loyal demonstrations as the illustrious traveller passed on her way to the Queen regnant, Donna Maria.