. John
the Divine, and out on to Riverside Park, that hangs its gardens over
the deep waters of the Hudson River. Standing isolated and with a fine
serenity above green and water is General Grant's tomb, and at the
wideflung white plaza of this the Prince dismounted, going on foot to
the tomb, and in the tomb, going alone to deposit a wreath on the great
soldier's grave.

Riverside Park had its flowering of bright people, and its multitude of
motors to swarm after the Prince as he passed along the Drive, paused
to review a company of English-Americans who had served in the war, and
then continued on his way to the Yacht Club jetty, where he was to take
boat to the _Renown_. Lying in deep water high up in the town was this
one of the greatest of the modern warships, her greatness considerably
diminished by the buildings lifting above her. To her the Prince went
after nearly three months' absence, and on her he lived during his stay
in New York.

II

When I say that the Prince lived on board the _Renown_, I mean that he
lived on her in his moments to spare. In New York the visitor is lucky
who has a few moments to spare. New York's hospitality is electric.
It rushes the guest off his feet. Even if New York is not definitely
engaged to entertain you at specific minutes, it comes round to know if
you have everything you want, whether it can do anything for you.

New York was calling on the Prince almost as soon as he went aboard.
There was a lightning lunch to Mr. Wanamaker, the President of the
Reception Committee, and other members of that body, and then the first
of the callers began to chug off from the landing-stage towards the
_Renown_. Deputations from all the foreign races that make New York
came over the side, distinguished Americans called. And, before
anybody else, the American journalist was there.

The Prince was no stranger to the American journalist. They were old
friends of his. Some of them had been with him in the Maritime
Provinces of Canada, and he had made friends with them at Quebec. He
remembered these writers and that friendship was renewed in a pleasant
chat. The journalists liked him, too, though they admit that he has a
charming way of disarming them. They rather admired the adroit
diplomacy with which he derailed such leading questions as those
dealing with the delicate and infinite subject of American girls:
whether he liked them: and how much?

He met these correspondents