enough, and the
priests groaned and wailed and chanted and sang, and every one stood
still and listened. All that the Czar and Czarina did was over ten
minutes after they entered the chapel, and then for three hours the
priests took the center of the stage and groaned. I was there from
seven until one. Six solid hours standing and writing on my hat. It
was a fine hat, for we were in court costume, I being a distinguished
visitor, as well as a correspondent. That was another thing that
annoyed me, because Breckinridge, who has acted like a brick, did not
think he could put me on both lists, so I chose the correspondents'
list, of course, in hopes of seeing the ceremony, but knowing all the
time that that meant no balls or functions, so that had I lost the
ceremony I would have had nothing; but he arranged it so that I am on
both lists. Not that I care now. For I am tired to death; and
Trowbridge did not get on either list, thanks to the damned Journal and
to his using all his friends to help me, so that I guess I will get out
and go to Buda Pest and meet you in Paris. Do not consider this too
seriously, for I am writing it just after finishing my cable and having
spent the morning on my toes in the chapel. I will feel better
tomorrow. Anyway, it is done and I am glad, as it was the sight of the
century, and I was in it, and now I can spend my good time and money in
gay Paree. Love to all.

DICK.

From Moscow Richard went direct to Buda Pest, where he wrote an article
on the Hungarian Millennial.

BUDA PEST

May 8th, 1896.

CHAS:

I have just returned from the procession of the Hungarian Nobles. It
was even more beautiful and more interesting than the Czar's entry than
which I would not have believed anything could have been more
impressive-- But the first was military, except for the carriages,
which were like something out of fairyland--to-day, the costumes were
all different and mediaeval, some nine hundred years old and none
nearer than the 15th Century. The mis en scene was also much better.
Buda is a clean, old burgh, with yellow houses rising on a steep green
hill, red roofs and towers and domes, showing out of the trees-- It is
very high but very steep and the procession wound in and out like a
fairy picture-- I sat on the top of the hill, looking down it to the
Danube, which separates Buda from Pest-- The Emperor sat across the
square about 75 yards from our tribune in the balcony of h