ait my turn."

Despite the assiduity with which McAllister danced after the figure of
the Prince, he was not among those presented. That honour he sought the
next day, on the trip to West Point:

"As General Scott was presenting Colonel Delafield's guests to the
Prince I approached the General, asking him to present me to his Royal
Highness. A giant, as he was in height, he bent down his head to me, and
asked sharply, 'What name, sir?' I gave him my name, but at the sound of
'Mc,' not thinking it distinguished enough, he quietly said, 'Pass on,
sir,' and I subsequently was presented by the Duke of Newcastle."

Forty-three years after that clamorous greeting of New York to the young
Prince of Wales the present writer was to witness in Paris the visit of
Edward VII. for the purpose of cementing the Entente Cordiale. The tired
face told the story of the hardest-worked public servant in the world.
In 1860, on Fifth Avenue, he had already begun to pay the price of the
royal privilege of his exalted birth to bear the arduous burden of royal
responsibility.

There are extant many old wood-cuts showing the Prince at the Academy of
Music ball. But the following morning, that brought repose to so many,
brought none to him. There were visits to be paid to Brady's
photographic studios at the corner of Tenth Street and Broadway, to
Barnum's Museum, to General Scott at his Twelfth Street residence, and
the Broadway store of Ball, Black & Company.

That night a great torchlight parade in honour of the Prince was given
by the New York firemen. The Prince, with his suite and a number of city
officials, stood on the hotel balcony, while five thousand men in
uniform, with apparatus and many bands, marched by. Fireworks were set
off, the brilliant beams of the calcium light--then a novelty--were
thrown upon the standing, boyish figure of the Prince, thousands of
flaring torches danced and waved against the darkness of the opposite
square.

The next day, Sunday, October 14th, brought some rest. In the morning
there were services at Trinity, where Dr. Vinton preached; then a quiet
afternoon at the hotel. With Monday came the Prince's departure. At
half-past nine he left the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and in company with the
Duke of Newcastle, the Earl of St. Albans, and Mayor Wood, was driven
down to the harbour where the "Harriet Lane" was waiting to take him to
West Point and Albany.

The next reception that the chronicler of Fifth Avenue