THE PRINCESS OF WALES.

South Canterbury Times, Issue 3789, 29 May 1885, Page 2

THE PRINCESS OF WALES.

The Princess of Wales is adored by English Conservatives and Eadioals alike, writes a correspondent of the “ Boston Herald,” and it was a lucky day, indeed,for the Heir Apparent when he took the sweet and high-minded daughter of the King of Denmark to wife. Her popularity is rivalled by that of Mr Gladstone, and it is even greater than this, for London is hers, heart and soul, as well as the provinces. To look at this pretty and girlish woman no one wonld imagine that she was forty years of age, and the mother of several children, including two great boys, one of whom has just attained his majority. Although H.B.H. holds herself so well that, when seated in her carriage or in the box of a theatre, she seems a tall woman, yet in reality she is petite. The Princess dresses her hair rather high, and wears high heels. She is always attired to perfection, and usually in white or black in the evening, and in very quiet colors during the day; but. her costume at night, however simple, is set off by the most magnificent jewels, so that she , literally “ blazes like a jewelled sun.” Her Eoyal Highness is somewhat deaf, but not seriously so. The present writer has seen her many times in public, andhasalways been impressed with the grace and delicacy of her type of beauty, and the unaffected goodness that seems to surround her like an atmosphere. The Princess is always cheered to the echo and fairly mobbed by the enthusiastic public. I have seen her seated in the royal coach, returning in state from Buckingham Palace to Marlborongh House, preceded by outriders, a diadem on her fair brow, and gorgeously attired ; again, at a garden party, accompanied by her little daughter clinging to the skirts of her dress, as she walked along between the ranks of ladies courtseying and men with their heads uncovered ; again driving in Hyde Park late in the afternoon with the little Princess, or sailing out to the Eoyal yacht anchored off the Isle of Wight, the ribbons of her sun hat Buttering in the fresh breeze, her dross a simple blue serge ; and still again selling roses for charity at the fete held in the Horticultural Society’s grounds in South Kensington. The Princess is a familiar, but always an isolated figure in English daily life.