Adieu to England
Deal kindly by her, noble man,
She's but a child in years;
Cherish each hope, each new-found plan,
And banish all her fears.
Deal kindly with her when afar
From her sweet Island home;
Be thou to her a guiding star
Through all her days to come. . . .
Deal kindly for her Mother's sake,
So womanly and true.
Let not a fear her heart awake
When she bids her child adieu.
Deal kindly. She's her Country's Pride
Who gives her for thine own.
And to thy keeping does confide
A Jewel from her Crown.1
ON NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1857, the Princess Royal sent this poem from the magazine John Bull to her brother, the Prince of Wales. She was frightened at the prospect of leaving her home with a stranger, to live in a foreign country she had never seen. She loved her noble prince, or thought she did, but she knew little of what awaited her in Prussia. Her mother and father had arranged for the members of her household to come to Buckingham Palace during the weeks before the wedding so