KING EDWARD AMD LINCOLN'S GOD-DAUGHTER.
One night "at the Foreign Office in London at a very large, crowded party, I was asked whether J could present an American girl to tho Prince (as he was then). I did not think that it would be easy. The Prince was not well — he had hurt his knee, and walked with a cane, and looked tired. He was sitting with a group of royalties and ambassadors, and j it did not seem a propitious moment for an introduction. However, I was willing to try, particularly as the young lady was a god-daughter of President Lincoln. I said to the United States Minister: "Show me your young lady— tell her to stand a little forward, and I will see what I can do." I went back to my place near the Royal group and asked one of the English ladies what she thought. I must say that she was most discouraging, but while we wore talking Princess Christian heard a little of what we were saying, and asked me what I wanted. I stated my case, and said that I could not make up my mind to ask the Prince as he looked tired. "I will see what I can do," she said, and a fow minutes later she left her place and went to speak to the Prince. Almost instantly .he got up, walking with his cane, and came over to me. "What do you want me to do, Madame Waddington? Who is your protege?" "Not mine, sir. A godchild of President Lincoln, who is in London for a day or two, and whose great desire is to see the Prince of Wales." "Pray, bring her to me." I made a little sign to the young lady, who was standing on the outskirts of the "circle" — not in the least shy. She came forward. I named her, saying that she was the godchild of Mr. Lincoln. The Prince shook hands with her — talked a few minutes— said that she ought to be proud of her godfather, and then added: "Now that you are here you ought to walk about a little and see some of tho rooms and the people." "Thank you very much," she replied, looking straight at him with her big blue eyes; "but I only wanted to see the Prince of Wales, and now that I have seen you and talked to you I don't want anything more."— From "An Impression of tho King's Funeral," by Madame Waddington, in tho October "Scribner."
A guest landing at the yacht club Heat with his host, both of them wearing oilskins and sou' westers to protect them from the drenching rain, enquired: "And who are those gentlemen seated on the verandah, looking so spick and span in their white duck yachting caps and trousers, and keeping the waiters running all the time?" "They're the rocking-chair membora, They never go outiide, and they've -ffiatpreroof infiid^'i
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Evening Post, Volume LXXXI, Issue 23, 28 January 1911, Page 13
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