The coronation of the Tsar Nicholas in 1896 is chronicled in the cartoon in which Peace says to him: "I was your father's friend--let me be yours," and his visit to Balmoral suggests another variation on the same theme. Under the heading "Blessed are the Peacemakers," Nicholas is seen taking an affectionate farewell of the Queen. Ten years later _Punch_ was to realize how vain were the dreams of good will when hampered by infirmity of purpose. For the moment, however, the pleasures and pastimes of Royalty were more in evidence. The Prince of Wales was alleged to have taken to bicycling, and _Punch_, still wedded to an old habit, proposed the new title of "the Prince of Wheels." The Prince is also congratulated on winning his first Derby with Persimmon, and encouraged to pay no attention to the Nonconformist stalwarts of Rochdale and Heywood who had begged him to abandon racing and withdraw from the turf. When Princess Maud of Wales was married to Prince Charles of Denmark, _Punch_ was not content with a loyal cartoon and a suitable Shakespearean quotation. He seized the opportunity to combine humanitarianism with allegiance to the throne by issuing a Plea for the Birds to the Women of England--begging them to discontinue the wearing of egret plumes on this and every other occasion. [Sidenote: _Jubilee Tributes_] Tributes to the Queen in the year of her Diamond Jubilee are unqualified in their admiration. Perhaps the most hearty and impressive, if not the most polished, is the "Song Imperial" printed in June:-- Stand up England, land of toil and duty, In your smoking cities, in your hamlets green; Stand up England, land of love and beauty, Stand up, shout out, God save the Queen! Stand up Scotland, up Wales and Ireland, Loyal to her royalty, crowd upon the scene; Stand up, all of us, we who are the sire-land, Stand up, shout out, God save the Queen! Stand up ye Colonies, the joy-cry reaches you, Near lands, far lands, lands that lie between; Where the sun bronzes you, where the frost bleaches you, Stand up, shout out, God save the Queen! Stand up all! Yes, princes, nobles, peoples, All the mighty Empire--mightier ne'er hath been; Boom from your decks and towers, clang from all your steeples God save Victoria, God save the Queen! Why not? Has she not ever loved and served us, Royal to us, loyal to us, gracious ever been? Ne'er in peace betrayed us, ne'er in war unnerv'd us; Up, then, shout out, God save the Queen! But now our sun descends, from the zenith westward, Westward and downward, of all mortals seen; Yet may the long day lengthen, though the fall be rest-ward, May we long together cry, God save the Queen!