Early in January of the year 1868, Queen Victoria added her name to the distinguished roll of Royal authors. In the year preceding, there had been published a work entitled, "The Early Years of the Prince Consort," in which the life of her revered and lamented husband is traced from its beginning, down to the first period of their common wedded life. On the title-page of this work appears the name, as author, of General the Honourable Charles Grey, a gentleman who accompanied the Prince in a tour to Italy before his marriage, and who has ever since remained attached, in high capacities, to the Royal Household. This book, to which we have been indebted for important materials reproduced by us at certain of the earlier stages of our narrative, was published with the sanction of Her Majesty, and its compiler received from his Royal Mistress most, if not all, of the materials which he very tastefully combined. But the Queen did not appear in it as author _in propria persona_, save in the instance of certain occasional notes and addenda to which her imprint is attached. The work published in 1868, on the other hand, "Leaves from the Journal of Our Life in the Highlands," is entirely, save a brief editorial introduction, from the Queen's pen. It is precisely, as its name imports, a series of extracts from a journal kept from day to day, and extended from Her Majesty's earliest married days far into those of her widowhood. Special passages are, in addition, given from similar diaries, which recorded yacht trips to the beautiful estuary of the Tamar, to the Duchy of Cornwall, and to the Channel Islands. There is also furnished a very sparkling and vivacious record of the Queen's first visit to Ireland, in 1849, which will be found duly recorded by us in a previous chapter. Nothing charms more in these pages than the love displayed for all young people--for the writer's own sons and daughters, who are described by their home pet names; "Vicky," and "Bertie," standing, for example, for Victoria and Albert--for the infant child of a ducal entertainer, depicted as "a dear, white, fat, fair little fellow," and "such a merry, independent little child"--or for the children of humble cottagers at Balmoral, for "Mary Symons and Lizzie Stuart dancing so nicely; the latter with her hair all hanging down." When the Queen and Prince and the children land at Dundee, what charms the fond young mother most is, that "Vicky" behaves like a grown-up person, and is "not put out, nor frightened, nor nervous." And when a little grandchild of Lord Camperdown presented the youthful Princess Royal with a nosegay, the reflection that rose to the mother's mind was, that she could hardly believe that she was travelling as a wife and a mother; for it seemed but as yesterday that she, as a child, in the tours taken with _her_ mother through England, used to receive similar childish tokens. She was at once put in mind of the time when _she_ had been "the little Princess."