CHAPTER VI.

INSTALLATION OF PRINCE ALBERT AS CHANCELLOR OF CAMBRIDGE.

One thousand eight hundred and forty-seven began with the climax of

the terrible famine in Ireland, and the Highlands, produced by the

potato disease, which, commencing in 1845, had reappeared even more

disastrously in 1846. In the Queen's speech in opening Parliament, she

alluded to the famine in the land with a perceptibly sad fall of her

voice.

In spite of bad trade and bad times everywhere, two millions were

advanced by the Government for the relief of the perishing people, fed

on doles of Indian meal; yet the mortality in the suffering districts

continued tremendous.

In February, 1847, Lord Campbell describes an amusing scene in the

Queen's closet. "I had an audience, that her Majesty might prick a

sheriff for the county of Lancaster, which she did in proper style,

with the bodkin I put into her hand. I then took her pleasure about

some Duchy livings and withdrew, forgetting to make her sign the

parchment roll. I obtained a second audience, and explained the

mistake. While she was signing, Prince Albert said to me, 'Pray, my

lord, when did this ceremony of pricking begin?' CAMPBELL. 'In ancient

times, sir, when sovereigns did not know now to write their names.'

QUEEN, as she returned me the roll with her signature, 'But we now

show we have been to school.'" In the course of the next month his

lordship gives a lively account of dining along with his wife and

daughter at Buckingham Palace. "On our arrival, a little before eight,

we were shown into the picture gallery, where the company assembled.

Bowles, who acted as master of the ceremonies, arranged what gentlemen

should take what lady. He said, 'Dinner is ordered to be on the table

at ten minutes past eight, but I bet you the Queen will not be here

till twenty or twenty-five minutes after. She always thinks she can

dress in ten minutes, but she takes about double the time.' True

enough, it was nearly twenty-five minutes past eight before she

appeared; she shook hands with the ladies, bowed to the gentlemen, and

proceeded to the _salle à manger_. I had to take in Lady Emily de

Burgh, and was third on her Majesty's right, Prince Edward of Saxe-

Weimar and my partner being between us. The greatest delicacy we had

was some very nice oat-cake. There was a Highland piper standing

behind her Majesty's chair, but he did not play as at State dinners.

We had likewise some Edinburgh ale. The Queen and the ladies

withdrawing, Prince Albert came over to her side of the table, and we

remained behind about a quarter of an hour, but we rose within the

hour from the time of our sitting down to dinner.... On returning to

the gallery we had tea and coffee. The Queen came up and talked to me.

She does the honours of the palace with infinite grace and sweetness,

and considering what she is both in public and domestic life, I do not

think she is sufficiently loved and respected. Prince Albert took me

to task for my impatience to get into the new House of Lords, but I

think I pacified him, complimenting his taste. A dance followed. The

Queen chiefly delighted in a romping sort of country-dance, called the

_Tempête_. She withdrew a little before twelve."

The beginning of the season in London was marked by two events in the

theatrical and operatic world. Fanny Kemble (Mrs. Pierce Butler)

reappeared on the stage, and was warmly welcomed back. Jenny Lind sang

for the first time in London at the Italian Opera House in the part of

"Alice" in _Roberto il Diavolo_, and enchanted the audience with

her unrivalled voice and fine acting.

In the month of May, in the middle of the Irish distress, the great

agitator of old, Daniel O'Connell, died in his seventy-second year, on

his way to Rome. The news of his death was received in Ireland as only

one drop more in the full cup of national misery. In the same month of

May another and a very different orator, Dr. Chalmers, the great

impassioned Scotch divine, philosopher, and philanthropist, one of the

leaders in the disruption from the Church of Scotland, died in

Edinburgh, in his sixty-eighth year.

Prince Albert had been elected Chancellor of Cambridge University--a

well-deserved compliment, which afforded much gratification both to

the Queen and the Prince. They went down to Cambridge in July for the

ceremony of the installation, which was celebrated with all scholarly

state and splendour.

"The Hall of Trinity was the scene of the ceremony for which the visit

was paid. Her Majesty occupied a chair of state on a dais. The

Chancellor, the Prince in his official robes, supported by the Duke of

Wellington, Chancellor of Oxford, the Bishop of Oxford, the Vice-

Chancellor of Cambridge, and the Heads of the Houses entered, and the

Chancellor read an address to her Majesty congratulatory on her

arrival. Her Majesty made a gracious reply and the Prince retired with

the usual profound obeisances, a proceeding which caused her Majesty

some amusement," so says the _Annual Register_. This part of the

day's proceedings seems to have made a lively impression on those who

witnessed it.

Bishop Wilberforce gives his testimony. "The Cambridge scene was very

interesting. There was such a burst of loyalty, and it told so on the

Queen and Prince. E--- would not then have thought that he looked

cold. It was quite clear that they both felt it as something new that

he had earned, and not she given, a true English honour; and so he

looked so pleased and she so triumphant. There was also some such

pretty interludes when he presented the address, and she beamed upon

him and once half smiled, and then covered the smile with a gentle

dignity, and then she said in her clear musical voice, 'The choice

which the University has made of its Chancellor _has my most entire

approbation_.'" The Queen records in her Diary, "I cannot say how

it agitated and embarrassed me to have to receive this address and

hear it read by my beloved Albert, who walked in at the head of the

University, and who looked dear and beautiful in his robes, which were

carried by Colonel Phipps and Colonel Seymour. Albert went through it

all admirably, almost absurd, however, as it was for us. He gave me

the address and I read the answer, and a few kissed hands, and then

Albert retired with the University."

After luncheon a Convocation was held in the Senate House, at which

the Queen was present as a visitor. The Prince, as Chancellor,

received her at the door, and led her to the seat prepared for her.

"He sat covered in his Chancellor's chair. There was a perfect roar of

applause," which we are told was only tamed down within the bounds of

sanity by the dulness of the Latin oration, delivered by the public

orator. Besides the princes already mentioned, and several noblemen

and gentlemen, Sir George Grey, Sir Harry Smith (of Indian fame), Sir

Roderick Murchison, and Professor Muller, received university honours.

Her Majesty and the new Chancellor dined with the Vice-Chancellor at

Catherine Hall--probably selected for the honour because it was a

small college, and could only accommodate a select party. After dinner

her Majesty attended a concert in the Senate House--an entertainment

got up in order to afford the Cambridge public another opportunity of

seeing their Queen. Later the Prince went to the Observatory, and her

Majesty walked in the cool of the evening in the little garden of

Trinity Lodge, with her two ladies.

The following day the royal party again went to the Senate House, the

Prince receiving the Queen, and conducting her as before to her seat.

With the accompaniment of a tremendous crowd, great heat, and thunders

of applause, the prize poems were read, and the medals distributed by

the Prince. Then came the time for the "Installation Ode," written at

the Prince's request by Wordsworth, the poet laureate, set to music,

and sung in Trinity Hall in the presence of the Queen and Prince

Albert with great effect. Poetry, of all created things, can least be

made to order; yet the ode had many fine passages and telling lines,

besides the recommendation claimed for it by Baroness Bunsen: "The

Installation Ode I thought quite affecting, because the selection of

striking points was founded on fact, and all exaggeration and humbug

were avoided."

The poem touched first on what was so prominent a feature in the

history of Europe in the poet's youth--the evil of unrighteous and the

good of righteous war, identifying the last with the successes of

England when Napoleon was overthrown.

Such is Albion's fame and glory,

Let rescued Europe tell the story

Then the measure changes to a plaintive strain.

But lo! what sudden cloud has darkened all

The land as with a funeral pall?

The rose of England suffers blight,

The flower has drooped, the isle's delight

Flower and bud together fall,

A nation's hopes he crushed in Claremont's desolate hall

Hope and cheer return to the song.

Time a chequered mantle wears,

Earth awakes from wintry sleep,

Again the tree a blossom bears

Cease, Britannia, cease to weep,

Hark to the peals on this bright May morn,

They tell that your future Queen is born

A little later is the fine passage--

Time in his mantle's sunniest fold

Uplifted on his arms the child,

And while the fearless infant smiled

Her happy destiny foretold

Infancy, by wisdom mild,

Trained to health and artless beauty,

Youth by pleasure unbeguiled

From the lore of lofty duty,

Womanhood, in pure renown

Seated on her lineal throne,

Leaves of myrtle in her crown

Fresh with lustre all their own,

Love, the treasure worth possessing

More than all the world beside,

This shall be her choicest blessing,

Oft to royal hearts denied.

After a brief period of rest, which meant a little quiet "reading,

writing, working, and drawing"--a far better sedative for excited

nerves than entire idleness--the Queen and the Prince attended a

flower-show in the grounds of Downing College, walking round the

gardens and entering into all the six tents, "a very formidable

undertaking, for the heat was beyond endurance and the crowd fearful."

In the evening there was a great dinner in Trinity Hall. "Splendid did

that great hall look," is Baroness Bunsen's admiring exclamation;

"three hundred and thirty people at various tables ... the Queen and

her immediate suite at a table at the raised end of the hall, all the

rest at tables lengthways. At the Queen's table the names were put on

the places, and anxious was the moment before one could find one's

place." Then the Queen gave a reception in Henry VIII.'s drawing-room,

when the masters, professors and doctors, with their wives, were

presented. When the reception was over, at ten o'clock, in the soft

dim dusk, a little party again stole out, to see with greater leisure

and privacy those noble trees and hoary buildings. Her Majesty tells

us the pedestrians were in curious costumes: "Albert in his dress-coat

with a mackintosh over it, I in my evening dress and diadem, and with

a veil over my head, and the two princes in their uniforms, and the

ladies in their dresses and shawls and veils. We walked through the

small garden, and could not at first find our way, after which we

discovered the right road, and walked along the beautiful avenues of

lime-trees in the grounds of St. John's College, along the water and

over the bridges. All was so pretty and picturesque, in particular the

one covered bridge of St. John's College, which is like the Bridge of

Sighs at Venice. We stopped to listen to the distant hum of the town;

and nothing seemed wanting but some singing, which everywhere but here

in this country we should have heard. A lattice opened, and we could

fancy a lady appearing and listening to a serenade."

Shade of quaint old Fuller! thou who hast described with such gusto

Queen Elizabeth's five days' stay at Cambridge, what wouldst thou not

have given, hadst thou lived in the reign of Victoria, to have been in

her train this night? Shades more formidable of good Queen Bess

herself, Bluff King Hal, Margaret Countess of Richmond, and that other

unhappy Margaret of Anjou, what would you have said of this simple

ramble? In truth it was a scene from the world of romance, even

without the music and the lady at the lattice. An ideal Queen and an

ideal Prince, a thin disguise over the tokens of their magnificence,

stealing out with their companions, like so many ghosts, to enjoy

common sights and experiences and the little thrill of adventure in

the undetected deed.

On the last morning there was a public breakfast in the grounds of

Trinity College, attended by thousands of the county gentry of Cambridge

and Lincolnshire. "At one the Queen set out through the cloisters and

hall and library of Trinity College, to pass through the gardens and

avenues, which had been connected for the occasion by a temporary bridge

over the river, with those of St. John's." Madame Bunsen and her

companions followed her Majesty, and had the best opportunity of seeing

everything, and in particular "the joyous crowd that grouped among the

noble trees." The Queen ate her _déjeuner_ in one of the tents, and on

her return to Trinity Lodge, she and Prince Albert left Cambridge at

three o'clock for London. Baroness Bunsen winds up her graphic

descriptions with the statement, "I could still tell much of Cambridge--

of the charm of its 'trim gardens,' of how the Queen looked and was

pleased, and how well she was dressed, and how perfect in grace and

movement."

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