IT is five o’clock on a June morning in the year 1837. London is not yet
awake, nevertheless four high officers of state are knocking lustily and
ringing loudly at the outer gate of Kensington Palace. They have come
straight from the deathbed of William the Fourth, and they have news of
the highest importance for the young princess who resides within. But at
this early hour of the day the whole palace is wrapped in slumber, and
the knocking and ringing have to be repeated many times before the
drowsy porter is awakened. You see him rubbing his eyes and reluctantly
throwing open the gate. Now the little party, which includes the Primate
and the Lord High Chamberlain, enters the courtyard, and another long
wait follows. At length the distinguished visitors are admitted to a
lower room of the palace, and there they seem to be quite forgotten.
They ring the bell, and when it is answered the Lord High Chamberlain
requests that the attendant of the Princess Victoria be sent to inform
her Royal Highness that high officials of state desire an audience on
business of the utmost importance.
There is another long delay, and again the bell is rung, this time with
pardonable impatience. The attendant of the princess is summoned, and
she declares that her royal charge is in such a sweet sleep that she
cannot venture to disturb her. “We are come on business of state to the
Queen,” says the Lord High Chamberlain, “and even her sleep must give
way to that.”
A few minutes later the door opens again, and a young girl of eighteen,
fresh as a newly-opened rosebud, enters the room. She has not waited to
dress. Her hair falls loose upon her shoulders; she has hurriedly thrown
a shawl round herself, and thrust her feet into slippers. There are
tears in her eyes as she learns that her uncle the king is dead and that
she is queen!
At once she turns to the archbishop, and with simple, unaffected piety
says, “Pray for me!” All kneel together, and the venerable prelate
supplicates the Most High, who ruleth over the kingdoms of men, to give
the young sovereign an understanding heart to judge so great a people.
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