. The event is within the memory of
most of us, and needs only a brief notice to recall the national anxiety
that was displayed on the occasion. The lectern bears the following
inscription: "To the glory of God. A thank-offering for His mercy, 14th
December, 1871. 'When I was in trouble, I called upon the Lord, and He
heard me.'"

The space for worshippers is limited, and is generally quite filled by
the household. The Royal Family occupy carved oak seats in the nave. The
organ is a very fine one, particularly sweet in tone, and is situated in
the rear of the building; it is presided over by a very able musician,
who is also responsible for the choir--this consisting of school
children, grooms, gardeners, etc. The singing is really good.

[Illustration: THE PRINCESS OF WALES' BOUDOIR.

_From a Photo. by Bedford Lemere._]

I have heard down there of a former organist, who was _not_ a great
musician, and, in fact, was more at home in the village shop, of which
he was proprietor. Sunday after Sunday he made the most awful mistakes,
and, in consequence, was continually warned of his probable dismissal.
The Princess, with her invariable kindness, had been the cause of his
staying so long as he had; but one Sunday the climax was reached and the
Royal patience fairly exhausted. Mr. Gladstone (then in office) was on a
visit, and his solemn, grim countenance as he stood in the church quite
frightened the poor man, inasmuch as he lost his head completely. The
organ left off in the chants, persisted in playing in the prayers, and
altogether acted in such an erratic manner, that it was no wonder that
anger was depicted on one countenance, sorrow on another, and amusement
on a few of the more youthful ones! The old institution had to give way
to a new, however, and a repetition of such performances was thus
avoided.

[Illustration: H.R.H. PRINCESS VICTORIA AND H.R.H. PRINCESS MAUD OF
WALES.

_From a Photo. by W. & D. Downey._]

The Sunday afternoon is quietly spent in the house or grounds; then in
the evening some may, perhaps, drive to West Newton or Wolferton
Church--the Prince, Princess and family often do--while others may
prefer to stay in for music or reading.

On your way to either place you cannot but notice the prosperous look of
the villages and villagers, pointing unmistakably to the certainty of a
good landlord. Had you longer time here, you would hear many an anecdote
of the kindness and generosity of the Prin