ked out in
tawdry finery, with face like solid brass, sang "Annie Laurie" in hard,
metallic tones,--O Music, how many murders have been committed in thy
name!--then passed a cup for pennies, with many a jest and rude, bold
laugh. We were glad when the day was done,--glad when we had turned away
from it all.

QUEEN VICTORIA'S HOME AT WINDSOR.

The castle itself is a huge, battlemented structure of gray stone,--a
fortress as well as a palace,--with a home park of five hundred acres,
the private grounds of Mrs. Guelph, and, beyond that, a grand park of
eighteen hundred acres. But do not imagine that she lives here with only
her children and servants about her,--this kindly German widow, whose
throne was once in the hearts of her people. Royalty is a complicated
affair,--a wheel within a wheel,--and reminds us of nothing so much as
"the house that Jack built."

This is the Castle of Windsor.

This is the queen that lives in the Castle of Windsor.

These are the ladies that 'tend on the queen that lives in the Castle of
Windsor.

These are the pages that bow to the ladies that 'tend on the queen that
lives in the Castle of Windsor.

These are the lackeys that wait on the pages that bow to the ladies that
'tend on the queen that lives in the Castle of Windsor.

These are the soldiers, tried and sworn, that guard the crown from the
unicorn, that stand by the lackeys that wait on the pages that bow to
the ladies that 'tend on the queen that lives in the Castle of Windsor.

These are the "military knights" forlorn, founded by Edward before you
were born, that outrank the soldiers, tried and sworn, that guard the
crown from the unicorn, that stand by the lackeys that wait on the pages
that bow to the ladies that 'tend on the queen that lives in the Castle
of Windsor.

These are the knights that the garter have worn, with armorial banners
tattered and torn, that look down on the military knights forlorn,
founded by Edward before you were born, that outrank the soldiers, tried
and sworn, that guard the crown from the unicorn, that stand by the
lackeys that wait on the pages that bow to the ladies that 'tend on the
queen that lives in the Castle of Windsor.

This is the dean, all shaven and shorn, with the canons and clerks that
doze in the morn, that install the knights that the garter have worn,
with armorial banners tattered and torn, that look down on the military
knights forlorn, founded by Edward before you wer