Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 The prince and his boy-regimen...
 Sir Richard Greville and master...
 The prince explains to Lewis Jenkins...
 The suit of sky-blue velvet, and...
 The hiding-place has been...
 The prince confesses
 The last birthday
 Dr. Radcliffe is summoned; and...
 The queen's jewel is restored
 Back Cover

Group Title: Queen's jewel : a story of Queen Anne's day
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Title: The Queen's jewel a story of Queen Anne's day
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Publication Date: 1889
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
        Page i
    Title Page
        Page ii
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Table of Contents
        Page v
        Page vi
    List of Illustrations
        Page vii
        Page viii
        Page ix
        Page x
        Page xi
        Page xii
    The prince and his boy-regiment
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
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    Sir Richard Greville and master Hill
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
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        Page 21
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    The prince explains to Lewis Jenkins his theory on noses
        Page 23
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        Page 35
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    The suit of sky-blue velvet, and what befell its wearer
        Page 37
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    The hiding-place has been rifled
        Page 62
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    The prince confesses
        Page 82
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        Page 85
        Page 86
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        Page 88
    The last birthday
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
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    Dr. Radcliffe is summoned; and in what mood he takes his leave
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
    The queen's jewel is restored
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
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    Back Cover
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WILLIAM, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER (Kneller) frontispiece











THE life of William, Duke of Gloucester, is,
perhaps, less known to young readers than that
of many other princes of our own or foreign
royal houses.
There was so much of interest and romance,
too, gathered about the youth of that other
heir to the Crown of England-the son of
James II.- that the more prosaic history of
Queen Anne's little son has faded and been
forgotten. He shone like a pale star eclipsed
by the fiery clouds, the blinding lights, and
dazzling colours of that stormy time, when the
sun was setting upon the glory of his house,
and when from amidst the clouds and the
gloom a new era was to be ushered in.
For there was fierce party strife in those


days. A King had been dethroned, and his
place usurped by his own children. Unworthy
to reign, the ruin of his dynasty and of his
son's rightful inheritance, he might have been;
but, all the same, a King, though dethroned,
with warm friends still, and eager partisans, and
not a few who hoped to restore him to his
kingdom. There was strife abroad; 'there was
bitterness at home; and there were wars, which,
however glorious, brought sorrow, and death,
and loss in their train. In the midst of these
turmoils the little Duke of Gloucester shone
bright and fair as the star of evening, and then
faded away at his setting as softly as he arose.
A child of great promise, precocious, clever,
and of a noble nature, all that we can glean of
his history is full of interest. The mistakes of
his education, the pressure put upon him both
in body and mind, were, perhaps, the natural
causes of his early death. It seems that his
father's one idea was to harden and train his
body, so as to fit him for a life of camps and

Preface. xi

warfare. We are told sad tales of the suffer-
ings of his childhood. This little Prince, born
to the purple, was in need of the greatest
care and tenderness. But he must not be
pampered,' said Prince George; he must be
hardened to endurance !' The motherly in-
stincts of the Princess Anne would, doubtless,
have inclined her to indulgence. But no one
seems to have really understood the nature of
the disease under which he laboured and
suffered; so that her tender impulses were
forbidden any outlet, and suppressed as feminine
foolishness. The bright and forward intellect,
too, which gave such promise for the future,
was warped and stunted by constant rigorous
supervision, and forced beyond its strength too
So the royal child the object of so much
ambitious calculation and of so many anxious
hopes-sank under the weights he had not
strength to carry, and died!
He had, nevertheless, lived long enough to

xii Preface.

leave marks behind him on the great highway of
life which other boys, as young as he, may see
visibly shining before them to this day. These
are the patient, strong endurance, which is
fortitude; the nobility of soul which scorns a
lie, knows nothing mean or low in thought,
and would suffer rather than betray a trust;
and, with these, a pure and upright heart that
can carry the golden thread of its religious life
into the warp and woof of common every-
day existence.




IT was the 24th of July, and a splendid day
of sunshine and beauty in the summer
of 1696.
The royal halls of Windsor, over which a
gloomy silence had brooded of late years, were
now filled with sounds of life and movement.
William the Third was King of England; and
by the exercise of a generosity little to be
expected from his previous conduct, he had
appointed Windsor Castle to be the Princess
Anne's summer residence. Hither, therefore,

2 The 'Zeen's Jewel.

she had come with Prince George of Denmark,
her husband, and their only living child,
William Duke of Gloucester, now the acknow-
ledged heir to the English Crown.
Horses filled the empty stables, carriages
and sedan-chairs went out from and came into
the royal precincts; ladies in rich dresses
moved in silk and velvet through the chambers
and corridors; and pages and servants in the
royal livery were in busy attendance every-
where. But the little Duke of Gloucester and
his boy regiment were the life and soul of all
the stir; and the noise of their drums and
bugles was at once the joy and distraction of
the Court.
This day, July the 24th, was the little
Duke's birthday, and he was eight years old.
He was well-grown and of an intelligent
countenance; the ill-health of his first child-
hood and the grave look of an early maturity
now gave way at times to a charming expression
of archness and shrewdness not easily described.

The March Past. 3

He was at present to be seen in great glory
at the head of his regiment, passing in review
before the Princess, his mother, as she and
Prince George, his father, looked on with
characteristic difference of feeling at the
brilliant sight. The Prince entered into the
military minutiae of every movement of the
boys; the Princess-mother admired and
wondered, beholding the bright show hazily
through tear-dimmed eyes, her brow covered
with the dew of terror at each explosion of
the miniature cannon, her self-command taxed
to the utmost to repress all outward sign of
her fears, and her hands cold as the white
marble with which flatterers were wont to
compare them. The Prince, himself a soldier,
desired that his son should become hardy,
active, an embryo warrior, inciting him thereto
by all methods of severity and encouragement.
The Princess, a mother who had lost all but
this one child, was filled with the fears en-
gendered by those other deaths; trembling at


The Zueen's 'ewel.

every little incident in the warlike display, yet
schooled to dissemble her anxieties, and not
unmindful that her son must be brought up
according to the traditions of a kingdom whose
kings had been warriors.
So the glittering troop, with their bright
faces, their eager movements, their shining
accoutrements, their banners and all the show
of war, marched past the royal pair, and slowly
disappeared amidst the utmost noise produ-
cible by their drums and trumpets; and the
area they had just occupied was quickly filled
by groups of courtiers, some of whom had
sons of their own in the little regiment, and
were equally ready to receive as to give com-
pliments, and to express in fitting phrase their
pride and amusement at the sight.
The young Duke,after-di-giisng his soldiers,
retired to his own apartments. Herehie found
Lewis Jenkins, his faithful Welsh attendant
and body-squire, who told him that he had
received a written order to the effect that his


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Dr. Radcliffe orders Rest.

Highness was to remain quiet, and rest upon
his couch for one hour after the morning's
review, to be ready for a drive in the park
with his royal mother for the benefit of the
fresh air after his mid-day dinner; and to rest
again before the great banquet to be held
in his honour that evening.
'I shall remain in the adjoining room,' said
Jenkins. 'But unless your Royal Highness
especially calls for me, I am ordered not to
speak or to allow you to be spoken to. It is
Dr. Radcliffe's order, but it is countersigned
by the Princess herself.'
'Very well, Lewis; but I am far too excited
to keep quiet yet, so you may as well remain
where you are. Tell me: was the march-
past good? How did mamma look when I
saluted her ? I hope she did not hear me
becall Dick Greville ?-I could not help it.
It slipped out somehow. But mamma does
not like words of that sort-I hope she did
not hear me.'

The qeen's Jewel.

And what led that madcap urchin to make
your Royal Highness becall him, then ?' asked
Jenkins, who himself loved a gossip, and could
enter into the child's mind and ways simply
from his devoted attachment to him.
He is a madcap! He never can keep
within bounds. He was so excited that he
flourished his sword close to my left eye-so
close that I had like never to have seen with
it again! Yes, indeed, Lewis I heard
mamma give a little cry. She will ask me all
about it this afternoon when I drive out
with her. Poor mamma !-she is so easily
frightened. But ladies always are when there
are swords and guns in the air-eh, Lewis ?'
Always excepting one beautiful lady,' said
Jenkins slyly. Someone whom your Royal
Highness very much admires, and whose name
begins with a hem She is afraid of
nothing !'
Lewis,' said the boy, with great readiness,
' I know! Marlborough, for a wager! Marl-

The Prince tells no Tales. 9

borough begins with M. Don't anger me!
When I am grown, my mother shall be no
more frightened by any Churchill that lives-
nor yet by any other person. I shall take care
of her.'
'Sir,' replied Lewis gravely, you say well.
It will be your duty. It will be like St.
George of merrie England smiting the dragon
to set the princess free.'
Tell me that fine tale, Jenkins. I but half
know it. It delights me !'
Your Highness's governess, the Lady Fitz-
harding, will make life pretty hard for me if she
finds me here after orders. I expect her anon,'
said Lewis in a tone that had reproach in it.
Forgive me, Lewis,' said the young Prince
with great sweetness of manner, stretching out
his hand to his faithful body-squire. I know
what you mean. But I never will tell tales
again. I am now eight years old. I can hold
my tongue. I did the other day, as you know,
when mamma asked me who taught me to

The tueen's J7ewel.

say, I vow." I told her I invented that
kind of swearing myself. It was really Dick
Greville, you know; but I would not say so.
And if Lady Fitzharding asks me any questions
I won't answer her.'
Nevertheless, sir, I am under promise. So
for one hour I must take my leave. After
that I am at your Highness's entire command,'
said Jenkins, bowing low and resolutely with-
drawing; though, for his part, he also would
have liked to stay.
Much fatigued, and overtaxed by early rising
and the great excitement of the day, the
young Duke had hardly been five minutes alone
when, quite unintentionally, he fell asleep. Jen-
kins had reason to congratulate himself on the
strictness of the watch he kept, when a sum-
mons came on the outer door, and, opening it,
he beheld the roguish countenance of Sir
Richard Greville, captain of the Prince's guard
for the day. In his heart of hearts Sir Richard
hoped to be invited within for a game of play,

Lewis Jenkins' Diary. II

for which in the fulness of his health and
strength he felt just then a great inclination.
He merely mentioned to Lewis that he had
come for orders.'
Orders are for his Highness to be left alone
until noon, so please you, Master Greville,'
said the unceremonious Jenkins, holding his
position at the ante-chamber door at a vantage,
and closing it.
Jenkins was determined to resist all temp-
tations to allow intruders on any excuse; so
he turned the key in the lock, and settled
himself for an hour's peace and quiet. The
inner room was in silence; the child's equal
breathing told of restful slumber, and as the
attached Welsh servant fell into a musing vein,
he bethought him of his Diary-that record
to which most of our knowledge of the young
Duke's private life may be traced. He un-
locked the drawer of which he so jealously
kept the key, took out the volume, and spread
it open on the table before him.


12 The Iueen's Jewel.

Counting the pages backwards, he turned to
his description of one of the earlier birthdays of
the Prince-a day which had been very differ-
ently spent, and in a very different place. The
scene lay at Twickenham, in the abode of a
widow lady, a stanch and loyal adherent of
the royal house of Stuart; the prime of whose
life had been spent in sorrowing for the mar-
tyrdom of the two beings whom she reverenced
most, King Charles and Archbishop Laud;
and in grief for the loss of the husband of
her youth, who had fallen fighting by the side
of his King. Mrs. Davis spent her declining
years in a quiet retreat, away from the world,
in the midst of her flowers and her fruit-
orchard. She had been told that the only
surviving child of the Princess Anne was sickly
and weak, and that Twickenham was the place
recommended by his physician. She had
promptly placed her house at his disposal;
only asking that his people, whilst partaking
freely of all that her gardens so richly

The Life at Twickenham. 13

gave, should respect and preserve the trees and
shrubs from any wantonness or destruction.
There the Prince and his boy-soldiers had
lived a charming open-air life, and health
again began to reanimate his delicate frame.
Jenkins recalled especially the Sundays which
were spent there, and the change which came
over the royal child under the judicious in-
fluence of his hostess. How he would of his
own accord ask to be taught holy words-the
Lord's Prayer, the Creed, the Ten Command-
ments; and how he drank in the sweet sound
of the beautiful old lady's voice, and looked,
docile and admiring, into her face as she recited
or explained, and made such learning delightful
to him. For, sad to relate, the little Duke
had, up to this time, been particularly averse
to anything religious or bearing on religion.
He always said that he did not understand
it, and did not wish to know anything about
it. He had a special objection to hearing
prayers read in his bedchamber, or anywhere

14 The tueen's Jewel.

else, by his chaplain, Mr. Pratt; and, having
a hasty temper, made no secret of his dislike.
The chaplain looked upon him as a very naughty
boy; and he upon the chaplain as a functionary,
and one whom he disliked. Full well did Jen-
kins recall many a naughty speech and many
an irreverent deed, and that the boy-soldiers
of the Prince's regiment were very difficult' at
their Sunday catechising about this time. Not
a few racy anecdotes made him smile as he
re-read the pages of his Diary, in which the
Prince himself and Sir Richard Greville figured
chiefly. He also remembered the change that
had followed that visit to Mrs. Davis's house;
how from that time Sundays had ceased to be
worse spent and more notable for escapades
and transgressions in defiance of rules than
other days; and how the young Prince had at
least become quiet and grave during the cate-
chising, and kept his young friends in the same
outward order. Jenkins could see him in im-
agination on one particular Sunday seated in

7The Prince is Catechised. I15

his special chair, which was a little raised, and
set apart opposite to his tutor, so that all he
did and all he said were noticeable, and were
not lost upon the other children by way of
Mr. Pratt, looking up, had addressed his
question directly to the little Duke :
How can you, being a Prince, keep your-
self from evil ?'
By serving God, and trying to keep His
commandments,' was the Prince's immediate
And he does; he does try,' mused Jenkins.
' It's always working in his mind, I believe.
What a change altogether since those days !
He got stronger in that sunny place, amongst
those fruit-orchards, away from London town.
Though their Highnesses were poor, and less
accounted of, no doubt, while the late Queen
lived, yet they had warm friends; and Mrs.
Davis was a true specimen of a friend. She
gave them of her best for body and soul: that

The -ueen's 7fewel.

did she! Now Queen Mary is dead, and my
Prince is heir to all, and Windsor Castle, no
less, is his summer palace What changes do
come about, to be sure Well, here am I,
Lewis Jenkins, waiting on his Highness just
the same, and thinking more of him after
every birthday. That's a fine thing to be able
to say of a boy that is bringing up to be a
King! And I do say it, and I'll write it
down too. Half an hour gone in dreaming !
I must make haste and write down the history,
so far, of this 24th July, 1696.'


Too Rigid Training. 17


T HE young Duke of Gloucester, though
but a child, had already learned tact
and a shrewd judgment as to whom he
might, and might not, trust, in the atmosphere
of Court life in which he had lived from his
birth. First, he had been much at White-'
hall, Hampton Court, and elsewhere, in the
days of his aunt, the late Queen. Since her
death his mother, the Princess Anne, had a kind
of court or royal entourage; but it was a Court
little affected by the King, inhabited by the
Churchills, and was the centre of a life made
bitter by poverty, by divided interests, by many
insults keenly felt and hard to bear, and of

i8 The ueen's Jewel.

which even the child was cognizant, so patent
were they to all onlookers.
One result of her intense devotion to this
only remaining child, on whose life such great
interests hung, was that the Princess-mother
over-watched, over-taught, and over-tended
him in every way. Constant efforts and sur-
veillance were used to account for every hour,
almost every moment, of his time. His com-
panions were strictly chosen, his servants,
governesses, tutors, and all in any way con-
nected with his service, were subject to the
minutest rules. This rigid superintendence,
which made it almost impossible for him to
act or speak without hearing all he did re-
ported, and not always with exactitude, was
the reverse of wise, and engendered in his
naturally fine and open nature habits of caution,
concealment, and reserve, which were, in fact,
the ultimate cause of his death. Yet there
were people who knew him thoroughly, and
from whom he had no secrets and no reserves.

Madcap Dick Greville.

There was Mrs. Davis-to whose teaching he
owed all that he really knew of the sweetness
and reality of religion; and there was Lewis
Jenkins, his constant and devoted attendant,
who was often puzzled between his sympathy
with his young master and his duty to my
Lady Fitzharding, the young Prince's governess,
who ruled his household with a firm hand,
and made it penal that anything, however
trivial, should be kept from her notice. Be-
sides these, however, there was one other whom
the little Duke dearly loved, and that was Dick
Greville, his elder by two years, the warm-
hearted, happy-natured playmate with whom
he knew that he could share his greatest secrets
or his greatest treasures, in safety. But whilst
his loyalty was unimpeachable, the young
Prince knew that Dick's open heart, his
ready hand, his love of mischief, and his
tendency to madcap pranks, were not without
their elements of danger, and he was wise

20 The Iueen's fewel.

He knew that if he said to Dick Greville,
' Keep my place in the game,' or, Hold my
sword, and don't let Jenkins take it away,' or,
' Wait here until I have said my task,' Dick
would have fought any boy in the regiment,
or all of them, rather than allow that place to
be taken; or wrestled with Jenkins for pos-
session of the sword, until superior strength
mastered him; or waited till sunset without
stirring from his post. And he loved him and
appreciated him accordingly. But he also
knew that when they were at play Dick's
genius for mischief, the fascination of his
daring, and the love they had for each other,
were like a draught of intoxicating wine to
both; so they were often in trouble, and the
young Prince began to understand that it was
he who must be the wise one, since he full
often had to take the blame, both for himself
and Dick Greville. Lady Fitzharding did not
at all favour Dick: his manners were too bold,
and he was too uncouth and outspoken to fulfil

Lady Marlborough's Nephew.

her ladyship's idea of a good boy,' a proper
example,' or a 'fair-mannered companion,' for
her young charge.
There was another boy, half page, half
playmate to the Prince, whom Lady Fitz-
harding much preferred to Dick Greville.
He was older than either : clever, handsome,
and obliging, and could behave sweetly and
guide his tongue, which was more than could
be said of honest Dick Greville. This boy
was Jack Hill, a nephew of Lady Marlborough,
and brother of Mistress Abigail Hill, a poor
relation and dependent of her ladyship's; and
for all his obliging manners and supple ways,
his ready wit and his fair speech, the young
Duke of Gloucester could neither like nor
trust him.
So, in company with his young soldiers, his
special friend, his faithful Lewis, and in the
rigorous division of his days by strict routine,
the young Duke of Gloucester passed his

22 The -Iueen's _Jewel.

We shall next have to record an incident
which occurred in the beginning of the
following year, about seven months after the
splendid birthday festivities at Windsor Castle
in 1696.

The Court at St. 'James's. 23

T HE Princess Anne was keeping her Court
in the winter of the year 1697 at
St. James's Palace. She had, since the late
Queen's death, become friends again with the
King her brother-in-law, who had behaved
more liberally towards her than heretofore.
He had held an especial Chapter of the Garter
at Kensington Palace on purpose to invest the
young Duke of Gloucester with the ribbon and
George of the Order, which ceremony he had
performed with his own royal hand. And he
had otherwise behaved with greater cordiality
than heretofore. The Court held at St.James's

The tueen's Jewel.

was therefore unusually brilliant, and, the 6th
of February being the Princess Anne's birth-
day, was to be kept with unwonted splendour.
It was here, and on this occasion, that an
incident occurred which affected both the little
Duke and his friend Dick Greville, as well as
Jack Hill, more or less intimately.
The day began, we need hardly say, with a
full-dress parade of the boy-regiment. Loudly
did the grave halls and stately buildings resound
to the fanfare of trumpets, and the beat of
drums, and the shrill clear voices of the young
commandant and his officers; and all that pipes,
drums, and trumpets, aided and abetted by
salvos of miniature cannon, could do in the
way of noise, they did that day. But, im-
portant as all these ceremonies were, the most
important affair of all was the grand Court to
be held in the evening in honour of the birth-
day. The young Prince was to be formally
introduced and presented in the most public
manner, according to prescribed etiquette.


Thinking Aloud. 25

He was by no means indifferent to the event;
and the costume prepared for him was so
splendid that he was, truth to say, greatly
occupied by the thought of wearing it.
Late in the afternoon, just when it was too
dark to play, and before the wax-lights were
lit in the palace, the young Duke of Gloucester
lay on his bed, resting himself by order,' in
anticipation of being up until a much later
hour of the night than usual. He was think-
ing partly to himself and partly, after a fashion
that he had, aloud:
I wonder if my uncle, the King, intends
coming this evening? How wise and grand
he always looks I wish he would tell me
what he thinks about. He has three chaplains,
instead of one, and he goes to hear the Arch-
bishop preach. He loved my aunt, the Queen
-and she is dead. I wonder if he thinks
about dying as often as I do ? When I am
tired, and my head is heavy and dull, I think
I should like to die. But I had rather die in

26 7The _Queen's Jewel.

battle. So would he, I dare say-and he has
had a chance of that pretty often I wonder
what it feels like ?'
At this moment Jenkins appeared with some
broth in a little silver basin, and begged his
young master to take it at once, to strengthen
him for the evening.
'You had best take it now, sir.'
'Why should I, Lewis ? I don't wish to
eat anything at all.'
You never do, sir. But my Lady Fitz-
harding will visit your Highness anon, and
'Enough, enough! Give it me,' said the
boy. If good digestion wait on appetite,"
as you read to me out of Will Shakespeare but
yesterday, it must wait awhile for mine.'
I beseech you, sir, not to get into trouble
by quoting my Shakespeare before her lady-
ship; nor yet to mention any more the tales I
may have amused your Highness with from
history; or to allude to that unhappy paper


.h / .J


My Lady Fitzharding objects. 29

with the geometry figures which you took
from my pocket the other day,' said Lewis
Why-why, Lewis? said the young Prince,
with wide-open eyes, sitting up to listen.
Nothing, sir. Only that I attended her
ladyship as she left the Princess's toilet-chamber
this morning, at her orders. I took her train
over my hands to carry it, as her own jacka-
napes was out of his place, or asleep, or any-
where but at his duty; and as we went down
the staircase it was : "Jenkins, see that you let
my Prince alone with your Shakespeare and
your nonsense No more mathematics, either,
I order you !" looking at me askance over her
handsome shoulder as she would wither me
up! No more lessons on the shape of the
world, Lewis, an you would escape Mr. Pratt's
displeasure-and mine! And, Lewis" (as she
dismissed me), if you trouble his Highness's
brains any more with your Shakespeare, and
history, and stuff, my Lord Fitzharding

The tueen's Jewel.

will be constrained to trouble you !" With
that she disappeared in a rustle of brocade
and silk, and left me to bite my nails out-
Because you had nobody to bite, Lewis ?'
said the young Prince, with an arch glance, as
he leaned back on his cushions.
Now, then, your Highness will be repeat-
ing that unlucky expression next !' said Jenkins
rather petulantly. 'I am vexed with myself
for using it !'
Jenkins,' said the little Prince with dignity,
' I shall soon be nine years old. I know better.
Don't be cross You are thinking of the time
when I was so vulgar before mamma, and said
I was dry," and used bad words-and she
blamed you for it ? I was very young
The Princess caused very strict inquiry to
be made about that, sir-as you know.'
'Ah, well! But even then I said I invented
those words myself, Lewis. And when I for-

Mrs. Davis's Counsel.

get myself I always say that, now-for fear
anyone should be blamed.'
That is just adding on a lie,' said the un-
compromising Jenkins.
Well, I neither tell lies nor swear bad
words now-so say no more.'
A silence ensued. Jenkins, who loved the
young Prince dearly, and whose idea had been
to make learning pleasant to him, instead of
its being the hateful, dreary thing it was made,
and who thought to arouse an interest for it
in the child's mind by teaching him orally,
and himself reading beforehand to meet the
occasion, was evidently much chagrined-and
showed it in his looks.
Now, Lewis,' said the little Prince, putting
out his hand with all the air of his birth and
position, "leave off from wrath, and let go
displeasure!" You did not teach me that
quotation, at any rate. Mrs. Davis did-and
I often think of it when I am angry with Jack
Hill for his sneaking ways, or even with Dick

The tueen's Jewel.

for bringing me into trouble. I always re-
member the rest of the words, and how she
used to say them, sitting in her arm-chair in
her house at Twickenham, with her silver hair,
and her smile, and that look in her eyes--you
know, Lewis ?'
I know,' said the sympathetic Lewis.
'Her eyes. Yes I They had looked upon
your great-grandfather, the Martyr-King. No
wonder she was a saint herself! But what
are the other words, so please you ? I
S" Else shalt thou be moved to do evil,"
was the rest of it. She said if I remembered
that, it would keep me from being so ready
with my cane. And it has, you know, Lewis.
I have never beaten anyone since that time.
You remember how hasty I used to be ? I
once hurt you, very much-I remember
I Well, then, I don't, sir,' said Jenkins,
in a rather thick voice. 'So I will let go

The King's Nose. 33

my wrath, and forgive her ladyship on the
strength of it, for all she said and looked and
Talking of strength, Lewis,' said the Prince,
in a slow, musing voice, clasping his hands be-
hind his head and looking full at Jenkins,
' do you think that I shall have a large
nose ?'
What is your Highness driving at now ?'
said his attendant.
'Well, a large nose is a sign of strength.
Strength of will, you know. I heard Pratt
say so, and he knows things of that sort.
My uncle, the King, has one. His is the largest
nose at Court. I have seen a good many
others, and noticed them, but his is the
largest. And look at him! He was Prince
of Orange, only (with distinct scorn for that
dignity); then he married my aunt. He would
do it, you know. She did not want to, but
he would! That was his nose. He was the
strongest. He is now King of England, and

34 The Queen's Jewel.

master of all-everybody is at his feet: my
father, my mother, even the a-hems!' said the
boy, with an indescribable look that spoke
volumes to Jenkins. Now, I shall be King
of England some day, if I live, Lewis. And
I wonder if my nose will be large enough to
make me master ? To be King is all very well,
but to be master-that is the thing! What
think you, Lewis Jenkins ?'
And all things supposing, what of the
Princess, sir ?' said Lewis gravely, thinking it
better to appeal to the boy's heart than to
sharpen his wits by reply.
Of the Princess ? Of my mother? Oh,
Lewis, she will be old then. She takes care
of me now; I shall then take care of her.
She shall have her Guards, the Guards she
ought always to have had !' said the precocious
boy, showing how his childish heart had
burned at this and many another slight which
he had known his mother made to suffer.
'When she comes to see me at Hampton

That White Periwig. 35

Court, my Lord Chamberlain shall himself wait
upon her alighting.* She shall have more
money than she can count, and there is nothing
in my kingdom that I will refuse her! Mean-
while,' with the inconsequence of his extreme
youth, meanwhile, I will rise. And in good
time here comes my wig Look at it, Lewis!
Whatever my nose may become, my head is
already as large as the King's, and my peruke
as full as his !'
It was too sadly true. The faithful Jenkins
has told us how the white periwig, made for
that famous State reception, was the size of a
man's, and thus tells us of the affliction (water
on the brain) which prevented the royal child
from walking alone at four years old, especially
up any stairs or any height. This was but
little understood apparently by those about
him; but we can gauge from it in some
measure the sufferings of his childhood, and
The Princess Anne had once, in calling on the King and Queen, been
received, on alighting from her coach, by a single page only-a slight which
she keenly felt.


The s mueen's jewel.

the struggle for existence through which he
was brought with so much difficulty; as well
as the toil and effort which the mistaken over-
pressure of his education must have cost him,
notwithstanding the precocity and natural
quickness of his intellect.

The Kneller Portrait. 37

A N hour later than the conversation above
related, the little Duke of Gloucester, in
full dress, was taken by Lady Fitzharding into
the presence of his mother, the Princess Anne.
He was attired in sky-blue velvet; his
cravat was of the finest lace; the long white
locks of his wonderful peruke hung down
over his shoulders and curled round his
childish face, which is described as being so
bright and intelligent, really pretty; his com-
plexion of pearly fairness, and his eyes very
blue.' Kneller, in the portrait of the little
Prince, now at Hampton Court, from which

38 The Queen's Jewel.

our frontispiece is taken, has well given the
grave, reflective look in those blue eyes, which
were such true interpreters of his precocious
mind, and which, for all their gravity, could
sparkle with fun and humour.
The most remarkable thing about this
famous coat of sky-blue velvet was that it
was covered with diamonds. The buttonholes
were encrusted with diamonds; the buttons
themselves were of large diamonds; the Star
and George of the Garter were of enamel and
diamonds; the hilt of his little dress-sword
was a mass of diamonds; in fact, his whole
dress shone, and sparkled, and glittered with
diamonds. These precious stones had be-.
longed to the late Queen; and the Princess
Anne (to whom they had been given by the
King), caring little for jewels for her own
wearing, had determined that on this grand
occasion of his formal appearance in public
as a personage,' the heir of England should
shine forth in them instead.

The Princess-mother.

The royal child stood before her just now,
as she sat at her toilet, waiting for her sure
approval. He was by no means unconscious
either of his good looks, the splendour of his
dress and appearance, or of the position he
was to take up this evening before the Court
and the world. The Princess-mother looked
upon him with intensest admiration and pride.
Her nature was affectionate; and she loved
this last remaining of her children with a sort
of fearful, restless, anxious devotion, which was
often ill-judging, and yet most pathetic in its
tenderness. She was seated in a large arm-
chair, attired with becoming splendour in a
gown of crimson velvet embroidered with
gold. Her hair was raised on a cushion above
the forehead, and her face was comely, and
might have been thought handsome but for a
certain contraction of the eyelids, which were
red, and had always been so from her girlhood.
Her fan and her long white gloves were laid
upon a silver salver on the table near her, both

40 The ueen's Jewel.

the fan and the gloves being enriched with fine
gold embroidery. In her hands-those beauti-
ful hands so praised in verse and prose, and so
admired by sculptor and painter-the Princess
held a shagreen-covered case. She opened this,
and, beckoning the Prince to her side, said:
I Here, my royal son, is a jewel for your
cravat. I have reserved to myself the pleasure
of placing it for you.'
So saying, the Princess fastened into the
muslin bow with its deep lace ends which
adorned his throat, a brooch, consisting of a
large diamond of the finest water, surrounded
by brilliant.
A buzz of admiration from the attendant
ladies expressed their approval of this costly
addition to the toilet already so resplendent.
Now,' said the Princess, drawing on her
gloves, 'it is time for me to go. The streets
seem to be full of sedans and coaches, and the
noise and glare of the links and link-boys
reach us even here. Let none of those wild



Who is Responsible ? 43

troopers and cavaliers of your Highness's
regiment cause you to desert my Court to-
night, so please you Captain Dick, and
several other choice spirits, I am told, have
requested permission to look on, and to salute
their commandant-to whom I would not say
nay. But such valiant blades are apt to forget
the rules of discipline when out of uniform
and off duty. Lewis Jenkins and your brother
Jack, Mrs. Masham'-glancing at that lady as
she spoke-' must be responsible.'
'Jack may be entrusted with your gracious
commands, madam,' murmured that lady in a
soft musical voice, as she curtseyed with much
grace and a profound humility, in reply.
Mamma,' said the young Prince as he
kissed his mother's hand with courtly ceremony
for the favour she had just conferred upon
him, and then raised his face to look at her
as he drew himself up, is this fine jewel, then,
mine or yours ?'
'Mine,' said the Princess-' but I lend it to


4,4 The iueen's 'Jewel.

you. It once belonged to my sister, the late
Is it, then-is it-is it a lady's trinket,
mamma ?'
It is either, my son. You may often see
the King wearing such an one in his cravat;
and the Prince, your father, does the same.'
Since your Highness became commander-
in-chief, you love not ladies' trinkets, nor
finery, do you, sir ?' said the Countess of
Marlborough, as she entered the room by a
side-door in full Court-dress, glancing super-
ciliously at the sky-blue suit, and the look on
her face harmonizing entirely with the metallic,
shrewish ring in her voice.
The young Prince looked her straight in
the face, bowed, and very demurely said:
Neither their trinkets nor their ways,
madam,' and gravely walked out amongst his
own separate suite of pages and attendants,
who awaited him in the corridor, leaving the
group of Court dames smiling behind their

'My Son, my dear Son '

fans at his retort; while the Princess herself
could not help casting a half-amused, half-
deprecating smile at Lady Marlborough, who
was distinctly unresponsive.
For that one evening the Princess-mother
did enjoy a few hours of intense satisfaction
and gratified pride. She was by no means so
obtuse as not to know that Lady Marlborough
was at that moment standing at her elbow
boiling with rage at the ready retort which
she had brought upon herself from the young
Prince; and certain stinging memories of her
own prevented her from regretting it. She
thought to herself, I have suffered much, and
no one has resented it for me; in time to
come, my son-my dear son !-will stand by
me, and be my best friend !' Alas! poor
mother! she could not foresee the future!
She watched him shining near her, and thought
that the face beneath the curls of that great
white wig was as the face of an angel! She
almost forgot, in her pride and happiness,

46 The Iueen's 7ewel.

those other sweet child-faces which one after
another had vanished, leaving her with him
alone. She forgot the living existence of that
other child, her own young brother, whom
she had persistently ignored and wronged from
the time of his birth; and regarding whom,
in her silent hours, in her private sorrows, and
in her dying moments, we know from history
that she reproached herself to the last.
Whilst thus, in all the glow of maternal
pride, she watched the young Prince's every
movement-his grave Court airs, his ready,
sprightly answers, the erectness and grace with
which his military training enabled him to
move-a sensation and stir unaccountably took
place in the gay circle. A blast of trumpets in the
court, and the approach of the Lord Chamber-
lain, announced that, quite unexpectedly and
without notice, no less a personage than the
King himself had arrived to compliment the
Princess Anne on the occasion of her birth-
day. Here was an event! The King-who

The King himself arrives !

never attended the Princess's receptions, who
never went anywhere, except to Hampton
Court, who still mourned in a grim, bitter,
grudging sort of way for the Queen, his wife,
and did not like to see anyone I receiving' in
her place-the King, who despised his sister-
in-law, and hated her favourites, the time-serving
Churchills-the King himself was here !
Considerably agitated, the Princess rose, and
taking her little son by the hand, herself pre-
sented to King William his namesake and
future heir.
The boy hung on the King's looks and
words with absorbed interest; not because he
was the King of England and his near relation,
or because there was any real sympathy un-
spoken between them, but because his natural
and trained instincts being soldierly and martial,
he looked on the King, who had fought and
won in battle, as the greatest of human beings,
because the greatest warrior of his age; and
to his prejudiced and uninformed mind, Lord

48 'The ueen's Jewel.

Marlborough-that Earl of Marlborough whom
the King had just appointed Governor of
the Prince's household-was merely the sword
which the King drew from its scabbard, and
wielded or sheathed at his royal will and
The King was now seated, and the little
Prince, his hand still within that of his
mother, stood before him. King William
regarded him steadfastly. He had, in point of
fact, come here far more to see the boy than
the boy's mother. With all his rough, dis-
agreeable nature, he loved children. He was
anxious to see his little nephew on this his
first appearance in the Court world, in his
capacity of heir-apparent to the throne. He
thoroughly appreciated the young Prince's
talents, his power of repartee, his natural
bravery, which could endure pain and screen
a comrade without betraying either-a trait
in his character of which many an anecdote
was current at Court. But the King had a

The Prince's Homage. 49

sarcastic smile and a bitter tongue; and he
had a way of making the little he said travel
far and cut deep. He had not either the tact
or the delicacy to discover that the child's
mind was a very sensitive one. As the little
Prince bent his knee in homage and kissed the
King's hand, he found his own little hot, dry
fingers detained in the royal grasp, and became
conscious that he himself, from eye to foot, from
periwig to shoe-buckle,was being looked through
and through by the eagle glance of King
William, whose face wore a cold, meaning smile.
Until now the boy had been satisfied with
himself. He had felt that he looked well,
spoke, moved, and behaved well. Everybody
said so; everybody told the Princess his
mother so (in his hearing); everybody, even
Lewis Jenkins, had declared that his brilliant
dress was suitable to the occasion, and such as
it became him to wear. But now it seemed
to the young Prince as if a change had come
over himself and his attire. His jewels turned

50 The queenss Jewel.

to pebbles, his wig to horsehair, his sky-blue
velvet suit into common clothes. He trembled
and turned pale. He felt neither like a Prince
nor like a hero.
During one moment of keen scrutiny the
King uttered not a word. Then he turned
his cold smile upon the humiliated child, and,
before all the courtiers, said:
Well,beshrew me, but you are mighty fine !'
The Princess, less subtly sensitive, or more
politic than her son, replied :
Yes, sire, and all the finer for you,' point-
ing to the insignia of the Garter, and to the
jewels which had belonged to the late Queen,
and which he himself had given to her.
The child, hurt, abased, offended, crept
away. He thought of the haughty Lady
Marlborough, who had already hinted at his
being dressed in womanly trinkets: he had
scorned and answered her. But the warrior King
himself had seen him decked out like a girl in
all this frippery, and had despised him for it:

'N-A1 I


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Dick Greville behind the Door.

so he thought. He rushed away, longing
only to escape Jenkins, and all the rest, and
to hide until he had mastered himself; for
his humiliation and distress of mind were very
great. But as he passed through the ante-
chamber, a hand was put out from behind the
door, and a well-known andwelcome voice said:
'Oh, sir, have you really come out for a
game? Have you left all those peacocks,
indeed ?'
Yes,' replied the Prince, and peacocking
it myself amongst them for ever !' He said
this in a rather grandiloquent voice, the better
to cover his real emotion.
Come, then,' said incorrigible Dick Gre-
ville, let us away to your Highness's room,
and have some fun! Lewis will not find us
yet. Stay, a good thought! He will certainly
look for your blue coat, with the glittering
buttons, sir, and hope to find you by that
grand peruke. Let us hide them!'
'Yes, let us,' said the Prince, too glad to

The tu~een's J7ewel.

tear them off, in his present frame of mind.
' Here is a black velvet nightcap, and my old
brown coat and waistcoat. I shall be almost
invisible in these. Hide my hat and this blue
piece of wretchedness under the mattress,
Dick! And here, let us stuff this grand
peruke, as you call it, into the pillow;' and
they pulled, and dragged, and tore at these
princely garments to the imminent risk of the
diamond adjuncts. You don't know how I
hate them, Dick!' said the little Prince fer-
vently. 'But wait awhile There is one
thing-I love it, because it is mamma's, not
mine. She herself fastened it into my cravat,
and I do so love her, Dick I would not
harm anything of hers, for-not for all the
King's horses and all the King's men !"'
That old rhyme is about your grandfather,
sir. I would forget him altogether if I were you.'
Forget! I think you forget yourself and
me too, Richard Greville,' said the young
Prince with sudden fire. True, he had early

The old Hobby-horse.

enough been impressed with the idea that
his grandfather, James the Second, was a
' wicked man,' and he had gathered, from the
marked silence and evasion of all questioning
on the subject by his tutors and other authori-
ties, that this was a sad fact; but he was by
no means inclined to allow Dick Greville
to remind him of it again in that outspoken
manner. He was about to bestow a hearty
cuff on the ears of Dick, when the sight of
his shining, good-humoured face disarmed the
royal child, and he said ;
Dick, you would not vex me on purpose,
I know; we'll leave my grandfather alone.
But talking of the King's horses, I've just
thought of something: let us hide this jewel
of my mother's in the old hobby-horse; it is
here outside in the corridor. I shall remember
where we put it, and I can give it back myself
It won't get Jenkins, or any of them, into
trouble, will it?' asked Dick sagely.

The tueen's Jewel.

Oh, nothing will really get old Lewis into
trouble, with me to back him,' said the little
Prince, with a grand solemnity which was quite
There was nothing further to be said, and
the two boys, rolling the costly jewel in the
lace cravat, took out the movable square from
the saddle of the great wooden horse in the
passage, and had barely time to push it in
again, when it seemed to them that the figure
of Jack Hill rose out of the very gloom of the
corridor, and stood just before them. They
might have seen him watching them, or heard
his advance, but that they were too busy talking
and planning.
Greville,' he said, 'what are you leading
the Prince to do ?'
Leading me, is it you say ?' exclaimed the
little Duke, moving forward, all the pride of
his race and nature blazing up into his eyes
and cheeks. I am no longer in leading-strings,
Master Hill, and I would have you to know it!




Page of the Back-Stairs. 59

I am your master, at all events, and I order
you to my back-stairs !'
With a low bow to the Prince and an evil
glance at Dick Greville, young Hill retired,
determined to make what mischief he could
for both later on.
It was poor of me to speak so to him,
though he is my page, and I wish he would
stay at the top of the back-stairs, and out of
my sight,' said the little Prince, quickly re-
pentant for his hasty display of temper. But,
in truth, I like neither Hills nor mountains
(mountains and Marlboroughs begin with the
letter M, Dick !), and I am glad he is gone !'
And the boys chuckled for a moment over
the youthful joke. Now let us be away from
here before he tells the bellman, the captain of
the watch and Lewis Jenkins that we are
together and in mischief. I am in quite a
desperate mood to-night, Dick! Let us
give them a real good chase before they
find us '


The .ueen's J7ewel.

With that the two friends darted into an
empty wardrobe close by, just in time to pull
to the door, as footsteps approached along
the corridor. To their infinite delight and
amusement, the boys found a hole in the panel
of the door of their hiding-place, through
which they could alternately reconnoitre all
comers. First came my Lady Fitzharding,
fuming and fretting, and saying to Lord South-
ampton, who followed her:
'Plaguy tiresome it all is We shall have
the King taking leave, and the Princess in the
dolefuls, and the whole of the evening spoilt
for a mischievous monkey !'
Can't your ladyship put a good face upon
it, and say that his Highness was weary, and
has retired for the night ?'
I could say so, and declare I had seen him
asleep in bed; but he would give me the lie
to-morrow morning. He is as wise as a little
serpent. We shall never finish our game of
cards, my lord, at this rate !

Dick Greville Sleeps on Guard.

Next came by poor Jenkins, in great tribu-
The Prince hath been spirited away!' he
was saying in a lamentable voice, and I'll
swear it is by that terrible Greville-or the
devil !'
Lewis using bad words !' said the Prince,
nudging his fellow-delinquent with his elbow.
'What fun What a tearing rage he must be in!'
And thus one after another the authorized
searchers passed by; when at last, taking ad-
vantage of a pause, the two boys broke cover
and ran forth. Such a dance did they lead
the pages, the bed-chamber women, and the
Prince's personal attendants, that it was
nearly twelve o'clock before he was found by
Jenkins wrapped in a military cloak, wearing
a black velvet nightcap, fast asleep on his own
bed; whilst Dick Greville, faithful in intention,
but incapable of keeping awake, lay rolled up
like a hedgehog on the mat outside the door,
having promised to keep guard.

62 The teen's ,Jewel.


T HE following day was one long re-
membered by Lewis Jenkins and by
every servant, high or low, about the Prince,
as a very dismal and wretched day-a day in
bitter contrast to the splendour and excitement
of the preceding evening.
The young Duke of Gloucester slept far
into the cold February morning.
Outside the palace snow was falling, and a
keen north wind caught it as it fell, wrapping
it like a great white mantle round the trees in
the palace gardens, piling it about the windows
and angles of the building, and making the
fireside seem the only desirable place of resort.

My Lady Fitzharding. 63

Several messengers had scratched at the
outer door of his Highness's apartment, con-
veying the inquiries of the Princess-mother as to
how he had passed the night. The Reverend
Mr. Pratt had been in, to know at what hour
his Highness would be ready for his studies.
Lady Fitzharding had been to inquire also,
and after seeing the Prince still in bed, had
sailed out of the room, and in passing through
the adjacent chamber had observed to the
nurse, Mrs. Wanley, that changes must be
made somewhere, and that last night's affair
should be well looked into some people
would find that out anon!' Having pricked
this pin into the cushion-like breast of poor
Nurse Wanley, she retired.
No sooner had she disappeared than Lewis
Jenkins came in, wringing his hands and look-
ing the picture of misery.
Alack, Mr. Jenkins! and what may be going
to happen now ?' said the sympathizing nurse.
'I am an unfortunate wretch, and that is

64 T/e teen's J'ewel.

all, good Mistress Wanley! If I am not dis-
missed from my service with ignominy before I
can send in my resignation, I may think my-
self more blessed than at present seems likely.'
Wherefore, then ? an it please you to tell
Wherefore ? Why, for this: the Prince's
coat with all the diamonds is missing! The
Star and George are missing! His Highness's
sword, with the diamond hilt, is missing !-
everything is missing! And it will be well
for some of us if there is nothing worse than
dis-missing!' said poor Jenkins; while Nurse
Wanley, appalled at his words, could only
rock herself to and fro amidst a convulsion of
Just then, Jenkins' quick ear caught a voice
from the inner room.
'Jenkins !-are you there, Lewis Jenkins?
Come in here and shut the door quite close.'
Your Highness is awake, then ?' said Lewis,
approaching the bed.

The Prince dreams Dreams.

'Awake, Lewis, now, for you. But-I
have been dreaming; and the squeaking of a
pair of square-toed shoes, and the sound of
a cough which I knew, sounded in my ears in
my dream. I thought someone said, Prayers
must be offered without his Highness, I fear!
No studies this morning, I anticipate. This is
a pernicious and irregular training for any
growing youth !"-eh, Lewis ?'
Your dreams are too much like waking to
deceive me, sir, at least,' said the perturbed
usher somewhat morosely.
'And after that dream I had another, Lewis,'
said the boy, with mischief in his eyes. The
door softly opened, and feet that made no
noise glided softly in-small feet, in satin
shoes with red heels, I know. Then a rustle
of silks and satins, and such a perfumery of
sweet powders and essences that I could have
sneezed, only I hid my face in the bedclothes
and lay still. All this hubbub, Jenkins, about
a boy like me having slept rather late of a

The .'ueen's Jewel.

winter's morning! But I am awake now-
and I was awake then; only I wanted to see
you first. You are cross, I believe! What is
the matter ?'
Poor Jenkins, though much more than
double the age of his royal charge, could not
speak for a moment. He was overwhelmed
with the thought of the situation. He would
not reproach, and he did not want to alarm
the child-but he must say something. At last
he burst out with:
We, your Highness's unfortunate servants,
are altogether undone, sir-your Highness's
birthday suit, with all the diamonds, is missing !
The palace has been searched throughout
since I discovered the theft this morning-and
in vain. As soon as it is known, we may
look for the Fleet-warrant and the tipstaves
amongst us.'
'Not whilst William Duke of Gloucester
is alive!' said the royal boy, now aware of
what had happened. Give me your hand,

Leeks and onions!

Lewis; lift up the mattress! Now, what do
you find ?'
Oh, sir your coat! and with every jewel
safe upon it! Now for the other things, sir ?
Pray you to save us in our shoes by telling me
where to look!'
If you want to keep in your shoes by find-
ing my shoes, for loss of which I heard you
making my old nurse weep and cry yonder,
they are in the big chest there, with my vest
and my gloves.'
And your Highness's sword, I trust ? My
Lord Fitzharding will--'
Don't lecture, Lewis Jenkins, lest I weary
of telling you further. Look in the cupboard
at the end of the corridor, and see what you
find there!'
Leeks and onions! what games your High-
ness has been up to !' said Lewis, forgetting
himself, and crying out, Oh, be joyful!' as he
threw up his cap to the ceiling.
'Yes, Lewis,' said the boy eagerly, and

Hurrah! 67

The Queen's 7ewel.

delighted to have his favourite attendant in
sympathetic vein once more. I did have a
fine ending up, or I might have died of the
megrims, for anything you all know! Be-
wigged, and be-jewelled, and be-essenced, and
be-laced as I was !-I hate it! Give me my
uniform, my soldiers, and my own real sword,
now, and I am happy! What are you mutter-
ing about, Jenkins ?'
'Sword -gloves hat- shoes coat-vest
-knee-buckles,' said Lewis, checking off each
article on his fingers. Yes I thought there
was another. The lace which contained the
Princess's jewel! Oh, sir, where is that ?'
Now, Lewis Jenkins,' said the boy, 'enough!
-I will up and be dressed at once. Never
mind the lace. I will restore that myself if I
am left alone. But if anyone is tiresome to
me-if anyone pries into my secrets, against
my will-if anyone is disagreeable, and-and
-provoking, I will never tell!'
Too wise to press the matter, and knowing



'You pick Crumbs, sir!'

intimately that nothing would force the young
Prince to confidence, but that he would never
permit anyone to suffer materially for his own
misdeeds, Lewis was fain to be content, and
proceeded to dress his young Highness as
quickly as possible. Meantime his nurse had
prepared an appetising breakfast in the adjoin-
ing room, and having persuaded the little
Prince to drink some chocolate and eat a small
portion of the especial kind of bread prepared
for him, she was still bending down, trying
her utmost to persuade him to make a more
satisfactory meal, when the door opened, and
his tutor and chaplain, Mr. Pratt, entered.
Seeing him eating from the crumbs on his
plate rather than of the slice prepared for him,
and observing that he paid no heed to Nurse
Wanley's invitations-for, indeed, the child had
but little appetite at any time-the reverend
gentleman said reprovingly:
What, again not eating You pick crumbs,
sir, as if you were a chicken.'

The teen's Jewel.

Maybe; but I am a chick of the game,
though, for all that,' answered the boy.
Not feeling inclined to bandy words with
his royal pupil, and knowing full well that,
like many another child, the little Prince
would be less inclined for the prose of study
after the splendour and excitement of the past
evening, the tutor bowed stiffly and withdrew.
After a short interval spent in his own
special chair by the warmth of the cheerful
fire, the Prince, who had been quietly watch-
ing his opportunity, found that Nurse Wanley
had disappeared, and that Lewis Jenkins was
too much overwhelmed with the reactionary
joy of counting over the jewels which he had
thought were lost to leave that occupation;
so, with great caution opening the door of his
chamber, the young Prince stole out on tip-
toe, and closed it behind him with all the feel-
ings of an escaped prisoner. He went straight to
the place where stood the wooden hobby-horse,
in the hollow of whose saddle was hidden

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Dick Greville in Trouble. 75

the only jewel in all that costly garniture of
his for which he cared one farthing-and that
because it was his mother's. What was his
dismay on arriving there to find Dick Greville,
with his face buried in his hands, sobbing
aloud and shedding bitter tears.
Dick !' he exclaimed, what is it ? What
is the matter ?'
I should like to fight you !' said Sir Richard
Greville fiercely, springing to his feet. If
you were not royal, and-and-my command-
ing officer, I would I would cane you to-to
death, I would !' sobbed the boy, beside himself
with passion, and by nature impetuous as well
as affectionate. He believed that his Prince
and friend had betrayed him.
Never had the little Prince seen so distracting,
so miserable a sight as this. He, too, was
affectionate, and, more than that, he was faith-
ful and constant: he could be true 'even
though it were to his own hurt,' as King David
says. He went up to the boy, who stood


The Queen's Jewel.

before him glaring, angry, and valiant, quite
ready to set on.
Dick,' he said (not at all concerned as to
whether Dick was sufficiently mad to strike
him or not), say what it is, and I'll answer
you-yes, and I'll fight you, too, afterwards,
though I am royal !'
You have taken the frippery thing we put
in here, sir, with the great diamond in it !'
'I swear to you that I have not !' said the
young Prince solemnly. For once I will say
the word, and mean it-I do swear For it is no
other than the truth. I came just now to find it.'
Oh, sir !' said Dick Greville, convinced in
a moment of the wrong he had done his royal
friend. Forgive me for what I said !' and,
with a pretty child-like gesture of eager
remorse, expressed in the fashion of the Court,
he took the young Prince's hand in his, and,
touching the ground with his knee, covered it
with passionate kisses, I might have known
it! You have never yet betrayed or wronged

fack Hill tells Lies!

any one of us! But I was mad !-I was
flogged before breakfast this morning for lead-
ing you into mischief last night. I thought
no one knew but ourselves, and-and I thought,
for the time, that your Highness had told all.
But now I know that it was no other than
meddling Madame Masham that got it for me
-in other words, her precious brother Jack,
who has been telling lies by the score about
us both. But I don't care at all, now that I
know you did not take the jewel!'
'It was to find the jewel that I came
hither, Dick, little expecting to find you. I
considered it my business to restore it myself
to my mother's royal hand.'
Oh, sir, there is an awful storm about it,
and about all the other things that we-
that I persuaded your Highness to hide last
night, the better to escape for our game !'
You persuaded me? I am not so easily
persuaded, Dick Greville,' said the Prince,
assuming a little air of dignity and command.

78 The Queen's Jewel.

'I proposed that game; I hid that detestable
suit of clothes; and I led you that last career
all down the gallery without our shoes, and
three times round the dining-hall, till we
made that sharp sally upon the buttery, and
seized that mould of wine-jelly! Oh, the
face of that pantler !'
Here both the boys burst into such incon-
trollable fits of laughter that they fell on to a
divan close by, and stuffed the cushions into
their mouths to stifle the sounds thereof.
Oh, Dick! how I did sleep after it all,
quite until this morning. It was too bad of
me And I could not eat a morsel of break-
fast after that jelly. Could you ?'
Could I not, if I had had the chance !'
said poor Dick ruefully. I I could have slept,
too-no fear of it! But I was hauled out of
bed by the Prince of Denmark's valet, Brown,
taken before his Highness to be reprimanded,
and then and there had a flogging into the
bargain. However, I care least about that-

The Faithful Friends. 79

except that, happen what may, I'll be even
with Jack Hill before I've done !'
The two boys were now perfectly amicable
and happy again. They were standing
together by the wooden horse, the Prince's
arm round the neck of his friend, and both
with their heads close together, looking with
serious faces into the empty well of the saddle,
of which Dick held the cover in his hand,
when Jenkins found them.
'Lewis,' said the Prince solemnly, I am
unable to keep my word. I said that I knew
where the jewel and the scarf were, and that
I myself would return them. They are gone.
We--I-I myself--you understand, Jenkins
--put it in this place to keep it, as we be-
lieved, in safety.'
You did, sir ?' said Jenkins. Well, and
Master Sir Richard, here, he saw you do it,
I'll be sworn ?' Jenkins said this pointedly.
I did,' said the boy staunchly. I It was
thus, good Jenkins; and this is the true truth:

80 The Queen's feel.

His Highness said to me, I love this, because
it belongs to the Princess my mother I
would never hurt anything of hers." And
we hid it here '-pointing to the empty well
in the saddle. 'No one saw us. We were
quite alone. And we meant to come back
and find it this morning. The Prince came
out here on purpose, but now. But I was
here first, and I found it gone.'
SYou were quite alone, gentlemen ?'
'Quite alone. And-may I tell Jenkins,
sir ? he won't get us into trouble well,
Jenkins, we know that no one could have
seen us, for we had no light; or heard us, for
we had no shoes-only our silk stockings on.'
'Madcap that you are, Sir Richard!' ex-
claimed the angry Jenkins, too distracted at
the thought of possible consequences to do
justice to the straightforward manliness of the
And madcap Sir Highness, too, Jenkins !'
said the young Prince archly.

Silent and Downcast. 81

Both-both, sir Both! You know not
what you have done, or what may befall us,
your poor servants Some end or tag of the
lace must have been left to view, or some trifle
has given the clue and arrested attention.
Amongst all the underlings, grooms, varlets,
pages, knaves, owls, and monkeys, who swarm
here, one has seized the prize, no doubt,
and we shall never trace him! Never! Good
heavens, that a game of play should cost so
much! We shall all be charged anon !'
Silently, and much cast down, the two boys
followed Jenkins into the Prince's chamber.
The one thing which both considered mean
and contemptible in boys of their condition,
was the bringing others into trouble for faults
of their own committing; and the heart of
neither was proof to the lamentations of the
Welsh usher, who, not blind to the fact of
their self-abasement, thought it quite his duty
to improve the doleful occasion.

82 The -ueen's Jewel.


IT was a strange thing that notwithstanding
it was the interest of so many people in
the royal household to find or learn some
clue to its whereabouts, the Queen's jewel,
though sought for high and low, could never
be found.
Much suspicion and ill-feeling had been
roused on the subject. It would die away
from public interest for a time, and again some
train of circumstances would reopen the matter
with fresh acrimony. Some people said that
other people knew more than they would own
to. Some thought that the jewel had gone
beyond the sea; others, that the thief was

The Prince tells his Story. 83

afraid to make restitution; others, that there
was no thief in the question, but that the
Prince had really lost the trinket in the course
of his pranks on that night,-which were not
the profound secret he believed them to be.
And some people thought that Lewis Jenkins,
the Welsh usher, was too great a favourite, and
had taken, or been given the jewel. However,
it was certain that nobody dared to hint that
view of the subject aloud; and more than
once, when a dismissal was talked of from
amongst his train, the young Duke stood
nobly in the breach, and saved the suspected.
One day, when some of those provoking
surmises had indirectly reached the Prince's
ear, he seized Dick Greville by the arm, and
dragged him bodily into the Princess Anne's
chamber, where he told his royal mother from
beginning to end the whole story of their esca-
pade, and that in a manner so winsome, and
so comical, that both she and Prince George
of Denmark (who had entered during the

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84 Tihe Queen's 7Jewel.

recital) were convulsed with laughter. Then
Prince George, having three times ejaculated,
' Est-il possible ?' and between each exclama-
tion roared louder than before, suddenly re-
collected his role of parental grimness, and a
strict severity towards the growing youth of
the day, and felt it incumbent on him to
regard Dick Greville with a frown. Dick
told his friend afterwards that he shook in
his shoes when he saw that frown, which he
had beheld under such adverse and ignomini-
ous circumstances, on that cold February
morning, so early before breakfast-time.
On this occasion, however, Prince George
unbent, and made, for him, a lengthy speech:
Sir Richard Greville-vun time, I believe,
I vas-a-too hasty. My son, dere-your com-
mandant-he has been, sans doute, as much
embrouillee, just as yourselve. No more I vill
now say. Est-il possible ? Ha, ha !'
Now, look you, Dick Greville,' said the
delighted Duke of Gloucester, as they quitted

His upright Judgment.

the chamber with radiant faces, whether the
Queen's jewel ever be found or not-and as it
is two years agone there is but little likelihood
of that-they know, and quite believe, that
we, at least, had nothing to do with the losing
of it!'
Time passed on with his wonted swiftness
and his silent changes. The young Duke of
Gloucester grew, and seemed to strengthen.
He was both naturally abstemious and en-
forcedly so, for he was made to live by rule.
He had great powers of observation, and was
both quick and clever. He had warm likes
and dislikes. But in his case these were not
merely childish affections and prejudices. His
rectitude of judgment was surprising, and it
was by the actions of those about him (natu-
rally so much more unguarded before a boy
of his tender years than they would have been
a few years later in his life) that he was wholly
The little Prince was, as he had always been,

86 The teen's J'ewel.

devotedly fond of his mother; and from his
earliest childhood had noticed and resented
any want of respect or consideration towards
Dick Greville was still his faithful and
favourite friend. Dick was at Eton now,
and when the Court came to Windsor-where
the young Prince's birthday was yearly kept
with royal state-Dick was always first on
the list, and foremost favourite among the
young Etonians who were invited to the Castle
for the pleasure and the companionship of the
heir to the throne of England.
Jack Hill, too, was still at Court, under
the able supervision, firstly, of his aunt,
Lady Marlborough (whose husband, the great
Earl, was master of the Prince's house-
hold), and next of his sister Abigail, Mrs.
Jack was clever, supple, and ambitious-
others of his family had set him the example
in these things, as we know. He was now

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