which seldom coloured his spoken words. From Dover Harbour, on the way, he wrote,
"My own darling, I have been here about an hour, and regret the lost time which I might have spent with you. ... Poor child! You will, while I write, be getting ready for luncheon, and you will find a place vacant where I sat yesterday. In your heart, however, I hope my place will not be vacant. ... You are even now half a day nearer to seeing me again; by the time you get this letter, you will be a whole one—thirteen more, and I am again within your arms.... Your most devoted Albert. "2
Two days later Prince Albert was in Gotha.
"Oh! how many varied emotions overwhelm me,"he wrote.
"Remembrance, sorrow, joy, all these together produce a peculiar sadness. ... Farewell, my darling, and fortify yourself with the thought of my speedy return. God's blessing rest upon you and the dear children. ... I enclose an auricula and a pansy, which I gathered at Reinhardtsbrunn. ... I have got toys for the children and porcelain views for you. "
From Coburg he wrote,
"Oh! how lovely and friendly is this dear old country . . . how glad I should be to have my little wife beside me, that I might share my pleasure with her."He went to Rosenau and picked some flowers from the garden of his childhood to send to his wife. Five days later he was at Windsor and in his diary, which was usually free of superlatives, he wrote, "Great joy."
IN 1844, kings and princes came from Russia, Saxony, France, and Prussia, to pay homage to the young Queen.
"This globe will soon be too small for you,"King Leopold wrote to Queen Victoria,
"and something must be done to get at the other planets."He had been amused because a rich and influential man in New York had written asking if the Coburg family could spare a prince to become King of the United States.1
In June, the Emperor of Russia arrived in London, suddenly, having given the Court only two days to prepare for his reception. The King of Saxony arrived about the same time: a mild, friendly monarch who was happy when wandering about London, with eyes for all the wonders and no political axes to grind. The Emperor of Russia was a