"'One day,' says her attendant, Lady Southwell, 'she desired to see a _true glass_, which in twenty years before she had not seen, but only such an one as on purpose was made to deceive her sight.' "They brought it to the poor withered Queen. She raised it to her face with her bony hands, and looked. For the first time for years she saw herself. "It was a revelation. Her old rage came back again. She pointed to her flatterers with scorn, and ordered them to quit her presence. "Then came the Archbishop of Canterbury, disgracing his sacred office by his words. 'Madam,' said he, 'your piety, your zeal, and the admirable work of the Reformation afford great grounds of confidence for you.' "But the wretchedly disenchanted woman could no longer be deceived. "'My lord,' she said, 'the crown that I have borne so long has given me enough of _vanity_ in my time. I beseech you not to augment it at this hour.' "She had seen herself, and the world also, in the true glass." Ernest Wynn was observed by Master Lewis making a collection of ivy leaves at Kenilworth. "Do you collect leaves at all the historic places you visit?" he asked. [Illustration: PORTRAIT OF ELIZABETH.] "I picked some heather at the birthplace of Burns, brought ivy from Melrose, and wild flowers from Newstead and from the Peak, and I purchased flowers from Shakspeare's garden." "What do you intend to do with them?" "I will tell you privately. George Howe is pleased with collections of interesting things,--shells, stamps, autographs. He has but little money, and I am making a scrap-book of pictures, leaves, and flowers collected at notable places, as a present for him." "It seems to me an admirable plan," said Master Lewis. "I should be pleased with such a book myself." The next day the party visited Warwick Castle, one of the finest and best preserved of all the ancient country seats of the English nobility. To one approaching it, its rich lawns, its towering trees (of which some are from Lebanon), its picturesque windows, and harmony of design make it an ideal of castellated beauty. The Class was ceremoniously admitted by men in livery, and was taken charge of by a portly and pompous Englishwoman, who wore a black silk that rustled as she swept along. She carried a bunch of keys at her side, and evidently entertained a high sense of the dignity of her position. "_This_," said the stately lady, pointing to an immense structure of armor, "this is the armor of the mighty Guy." "The mighty Guy!" said Tommy Toby, with large eyes, "will you please tell us who _he_ was?" The antique portress stared as though amazed at such a confession of ignorance. "We are from America," said Tommy. Master Lewis smiled at being included in the uninstructed "we." "Guy was a giant." Tommy's interest grew.