e royal
family at Windsor:--"It was really a mighty pretty procession," she says.
"The little princess, just turned of three years old, in a robe-coat
covered with fine muslin, a dressed close cap, white gloves, and fan,
walked on alone and first, highly delighted with the parade, and turning
from side to side to see everybody as she passed; for all the terracers
stand up against the walls, to make a clear passage for the royal family
the moment they come in sight. Then followed the king and queen, no less
delighted with the joy of their little darling. The Princess Royal leaning
on Lady Elizabeth Waldegrave, the Princess Augusta holding by the Duchess
of Ancaster, the Princess Elizabeth led by Lady Charlotte Bertie,
followed. Office here takes place of rank," says Burney,--to explain how it
was that Lady E. Waldegrave, as lady of the bed-chamber, walked before a
duchess;--"General Bude, and the Duke of Montague, and Major Price as
equerry, brought up the rear of the procession." One sees it; the band
playing its old music, the sun shining on the happy, loyal crowd; and
lighting the ancient battlements, the rich elms, and purple landscape, and
bright greensward; the royal standard drooping from the great tower
yonder; as old George passes, followed by his race, preceded by the
charming infant, who caresses the crowd with her innocent smiles.

"On sight of Mrs. Delany, the king instantly stopped to speak to her; the
queen, of course, and the little princess, and all the rest, stood still.
They talked a good while with the sweet old lady, during which time the
king once or twice addressed himself to me. I caught the queen's eye, and
saw in it a little surprise, but by no means any displeasure, to see me of
the party. The little princess went up to Mrs. Delany, of whom she is very
fond, and behaved like a little angel to her. She then, with a look of
inquiry and recollection, came behind Mrs. Delany to look at me. 'I am
afraid,' said I, in a whisper, and stooping down, 'your Royal Highness
does not remember me?' Her answer was an arch little smile, and a nearer
approach, with her lips pouted out to kiss me."

The princess wrote verses herself, and there are some pretty plaintive
lines attributed to her, which are more touching than better poetry:--

Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,
I laughed, and danced, and talked, and sung:
And, proud of health, of freedom vain,
Dreamed not of sorrow, care, or pain: