and even the weaknesses of a child, and sometimes the petulance thereof. He gave me a lovely box of all sizes of rosettes of the Legion of Honour adapted to each kind of uniform coat, and he added, “Always wear this in France--I find it aids me very much in getting about!” As if he wasn’t as well known in all France as the Town Pump! These are the sweet incidents that illustrate his nature! He went to a lunch at Marienbad with some great swells who were there who had invited His Majesty to meet a party of the King’s friends from Carlsbad, where I was--I wasn’t asked--being an arranged snub! A looker-on described the scene to me. The King came in and said “How d’ye do” all round and then said to the Host, “Where’s the Admiral?” My absence was apologised for--lunch was ready and announced. The King said, “Excuse me a moment, I must write him a letter to say how sorry I am at the oversight,” so he left them stewing in their own juice, and His Majesty’s letter to me was lovely--I’ve kept that one. He began by d----ing the pen and then the blotting paper!--there were big blots and smudges! He came back and gave the letter to my friend and said, “See he gets it directly you get back to Carlsbad to-night.” Once at a very dull lunch party given in his honour I sat next King Edward and said to His Majesty: “Pretty dull, Sir, this--hadn’t I better give them a song?” He was delighted! (_he always did enjoy everything!_) so I recited (but, of course, I can’t repeat the delicious Cockney tune in writing, so it loses all its aroma!). Two tramps had been camping out (as was their usual custom) in Trafalgar Square. They appear on the stage leaning against each other for support!--too much beer! They look upwards at Nelson on his monument, and in an inimitable and “beery” voice they each sing: “We live in Trafalgar Square, with four Lions to guard us, Fountains and statues all over the place! The ‘Metropole’ staring us right in the face! We own it’s a trifle draughty--but we don’t want to make no fuss! What’s _good e-nough_ for Nelson is good _e-nough_ for us!” On another occasion I was driving with him alone, and utterly carried away by my feelings, I suddenly stood up in the carriage and waved to a very beautiful woman who I thought was in America! The King was awfully angry, but I made it much worse by saying I had forgotten all about him! But he added, “Well! find out where she lives and let me know,” and he gave her little child a sovereign and asked her to dinner, to my intense joy!