The tenor, whose English was not his strong point, sang with great pathos "Cha-r-r-r-r-r-r-lie es my tarling," as if a love-sick maiden were calling her lover. When the King sings he throws his whole soul into the music. If Providence had bestowed a beautiful voice on him he would have done wonders, but one cannot expect a sovereign to give much time to cultivating his talents. Our music finished, tea was served, and his Majesty, apparently pleased with his visit, left at five o'clock. Here is something the King wrote in my, album which is very characteristic of him: "If you do anything, do it without delay and with your whole heart and mind." _January, 1891._ Dear L.,--I am going to give you a detailed account of the visit of the Crown Prince and Princess of Denmark, their annual visit for the King's birthday. Johan left the evening before to go to Kathrineholm, the last station before Stockholm, in order to meet their Highnesses, and from there to take the train and arrive here with them. Several of the King's household did the same. I was at the station at eight o'clock. It is pitch-dark here at that hour. I pitied J. when I thought of his having to dress in full uniform in the little hotel at Kathrineholm. The King and his four sons and gentlemen and ladies belonging to the court and society quite filled the room appropriated to royalty in Stockholm station. The train steamed in, and steps were placed at the door of the car. The Crown Princess descended, followed by the Crown Prince, Prince Christian, Princess Louise (the eldest daughter), and Prince Hans (the King of Denmark's brother). There was a great deal of kissing. The Princess was beaming with joy, and said a word to every one. The dinner at court was at six. It was a family dinner, and as such the Queen was able to be present. As a rule, she is not present at large dinners, because of her health. The King gave his arm to our Princess, the Crown Prince took the Queen. Prince Carl gave me his arm and put me on the left of the King. During the repast the King asked me if I had read his book of travels. I regretted to say that I had not. Then he called his _chasseur_, who always stands behind his chair, and told him to beg the adjutant to see that a copy of the book should be sent to me. He talked a great deal of Paris, of his admiration for the Empress Eugénie, and how he had enjoyed his visit during the Exposition of 1867. He said, "Do you remember our excursion in my little boat when you, the Princess Mathilde, and Marquis Callifet did me the honor to come with me?" "Yes, I remember very well, but I think the honor was on our side." "Do you remember," he said, "the guitar, and those delightful songs you sang--'Beware?' Do you remember?" I remembered, certainly, and wondered if I had ever sung anything else in my life. "And our going to the Rothschilds' place near Boulogne," he continued, "where the porter refused to let us enter the park?"