Princess Elizabeth was intensely devoted to her beloved child. She was filled with the sacred feeling of happy motherhood. The radiant eyes of her child changed the face of the world to her. She had a still deeper sympathy for the sorrows of others, and their happiness became but a reflection of her own. As a recollection of this time she wrote in her Journal at a later date the following poem, entitled MOTHER. “The sweetest name this earth around, The sweetest word in all speech found, Is ‘Mother!’ Yes; none so deep and tender seems, Comes quicklier, with such fond thoughts teems, As ‘Mother!’ And most of all, its music shows, Lisped from a baby’s lips of rose, ‘Ah, Mother!’ Laughed from a baby’s lightsome eye, Babbled from heart of infancy, ‘My Mother!’ Yes; she to whom the dear name’s said Has all her life great goodlihead As ‘Mother!’ But whoso had it, and has lost, Sees earthly happiness quite crossed-- Sad Mother!” --_Translated by Sir Edwin Arnold._ There is also another poem with the title-- MY OLD AND NEW HOME. “Full many a grave in Monrepos O’er which the forest boughs are tost, Argues the grief that rends my heart For those whom I have loved and lost. But Monrepos proclaimed me his, My lord’s, till soul and body part; Divinely sent he came, and I Became the chosen of his heart. All this thou silent grove with me In solemn sympathy hast seen; The rest was shrouded from thy gaze, For many a league lay stretched between. In distant land new scenes surround, Alternatives of joy and care; My baby’s voice there strikes my ear, Hope, love and sorrow, all are there.” When the little Princess, who called herself “Itty,” first called her “mother,” the Princess wrote-- A WORD. “Let every tongue proclaim it, And waft it every gale, My child has lisped out “mother!” Ye birds chirp forth the tale. Beside myself with gladness, I can scarce my joy believe; My heart leaps up within me, And laughs from morn till eve. My native tongue I thank thee For such a word divine; For ever and for ever A mother’s name is mine!” But whilst this treasure of the princely house flourished and grew in its nurseries, there was much trouble in the country. The Strousberg railway affairs became a great difficulty to the Prince. He employed every means in his power to arrange the matter according to the best interests of Roumania. A crisis in the ministry necessitated a change of Cabinet. A revolution broke out in Bucharest. The Prince would have resigned, but his steadfast calmness impressed the passionate and excitable people of Roumania; the stormy political waves were gradually subdued, and the work for the country proceeded quietly once more.