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Dear ----,--The sad news of the death of our adored old King arrived this evening. We were very surprised, as the last account we had heard of him seemed more hopeful. Though he was so very old (eighty-six years), he had a wonderful const.i.tution and always was so active. I am glad that I saw him when he was here last year and had such a pleasant afternoon with him.
Johan was one of the pall-bearers at the King's funeral at Roskilde. I did not go on to Copenhagen. There was a funeral service here at the Scandinavian chapel. We are to have mourning for six months.
BERLIN, _June 6, 1906_.
Dear L.,--If I were going to be married and had to go through all the ceremonies which attend the marriage of a German princess, I think I would remain an old maid.
I will tell you what the wedding of the Princess Cecilia of Mecklenburg was like. As it was the first royal wedding that I had ever attended, my impressions are fresh, if not interesting. I have seen royal silver and golden weddings, but never anything like this.
The day before yesterday, the hottest day of all the tropical days we have been having, the Princess arrived in Berlin. The Emperor and the Empress met her at the station and drove her to Bellevue Castle, where there was a family lunch. She had numerous deputations and visits of all sorts until five o'clock, when she made her public entrance into Berlin, pa.s.sing through Brandenburger Tor. All the streets where the Princess was to pa.s.s were decorated _a l'outrance_ with flags and flowers. Carpets were hung from the balconies.
The middle of the Unter den Linden, usually left to pedestrians, was freshly strewn with red earth for the procession of the carriages. All the public buildings were festooned with enormous paper roses as big as cabbages. There were high poles holding gilded baskets filled with flowers. In order that every one of the populace should have a souvenir these flowers were soaked in a preparation of wax, which made them quite hard, and they were warranted to last for some time.
Streamers of paper flowers, graduating from light yellow through the whole gamut of rainbow colors and ending in dark blue, reached to the ground from the tops of the houses. The Opera House outdid itself. It was wise to cover it as much as possible--it is such an ugly building.
The French Amba.s.sador invited us to see the _entree_ from the balcony of the Emba.s.sy in Pariser Platz. The little maidens, their heads crowned with wreaths, had been waiting in the sun for hours with their baskets filled with roses, which they were to throw before the Princess as she pa.s.sed.
It was a splendid procession, headed by the _Hofstalmeister_, followed by a staff of officers spangled with orders and decorations, in the most gorgeous uniforms. Then the blast of trumpets and a mounted military band preceded the gala coach, only used for weddings, drawn by six horses with huge white plumes on their heads. In the coach was the Empress, and on her right the Princess Cecilia in a light-blue dress, white hat, and long blue feathers.
The coach stopped in the Platz, and the Mayor of Berlin approached the window and presented a huge bouquet and delivered an address to the Princess, who bowed graciously and smiled.
The Empress looked very happy.
After this came all the other gala coaches, followed by the _garde du corps_.
There was a family dinner, and after that the gala performance at the Opera. I have already told you about these gala performances, so this will be only a repet.i.tion, except that there were more flowers and more carpets. All around on the ledge of the balcony there were fresh and real roses and carnations, so that every lady could take a bouquet away with her. Garlands of paper flowers hung the entire distance from the ceiling to the prompter's box. One wondered how they found hands enough in Berlin to make all these thousands of flowers.
The parquet was a garden of uniforms. The Emperor entered with the bride-elect on his arm, and the Empress with the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince wore the white uniform of the Guards, and a silver helmet. The other princes followed, all entering very quietly. Every one in the theater bowed and courtesied, and save for the rustling of dresses and the rattling of swords there was not a sound to be heard.
The Crown Prince and his _fiancee_ sat in the middle seats, the Emperor to the right of his daughter.
The overture was a composition made for the occasion, and played while all the lights were blazing, in order that every one could have a good look at the Princess.
Then gradually the theater became dark, and the opera commenced. It was "Orphee," by Gluck. Madame Destinn sang the princ.i.p.al part. Her voice is very beautiful, but she is so small, and somewhat dumpy, that she did not look much like an Orphee. To make the opera shorter they combined the first and second acts, and to allow Orphee to go from h.e.l.l to heaven without letting down the curtain they had invented a sort of treadmill on which Orphee and Eurydice should walk while the landscape behind them moved. It was a very ungraceful way of walking.
They looked as if they were struggling up a hill over rough and stony ground.
We went into the foyer after the performance and were presented to the Princess. I had known her as a young girl in Cannes, where her parents lived, therefore we had something to talk about. She is very charming, tall and willowy, and has a pleasant word and smile for every one.
The wedding-day dawned in a relentless haze. We were invited to be at the chapel of the _Schloss_ at five o'clock. The regulations about our court dress were the same as for the _Schleppenkur_, only we were begged _not_ to wear _white_. My dress was yellow, with a yellow _manteau de cour_. Frederikke wore a light-green _pailletted_ dress with a light-green train. We were a little late in starting; our _Schutzmann_ had waited patiently in the courtyard for a long time. We drove through the crowded streets, lined with spectators. Each clock we pa.s.sed pointed in an exasperating way to the fact that we were late. J.'s sword seemed always to be in the way; every time he spoke out of the window to urge on the already goaded coachman the sword would catch on something. The air was more than suffocating, and there was evidently a storm brewing.
We arrived before the portal of the _Schloss_ at the last moment. Ours was the last carriage to arrive. The pompous _Suisse_ pounded his mace on the ground and said, warningly, "You must hurry; the Kaiser is just behind you." And we _did_ hurry.
The staircase makes three turns for each flight, and the chapel is the highest place in the palace, meaning seven turns for us. I grasped the tail of my ball dress in one hand and my heavy court train in the other and prepared to mount. On each turn I looked behind and could just see the eagle on the top of the Emperor's silver helmet. We hurried as I never hurried in my life, for if his Majesty had got ahead of us on any of these turns where the two flights meet and part, we would have been shut out from the chapel. As it was, one door was already closed. They opened it for us, and we were the last to enter before the princes. We crossed the chapel to reach the _estrade_ on which stood the _Corps Diplomatique_. In my hurry I forgot to let down my dress, and I don't dare to think how much stocking I must have exhibited. When finally I did reach my place I was so out of breath it took me a long time before I was in it again.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE ROYAL PALACE AND l.u.s.tGARTEN, BERLIN]
There was a general who stood before me with his plumed hat in his hand, and the plumes waved about like palm-trees, so near were they to my panting!
Then the Emperor appeared with his suite, and stood at the right of the altar. He was a little ahead of time. There were about seventy-two princes and princesses. Each of the princesses had a page or a young lady to hold up her train.
The Empress then entered, followed by her suite. The youngest _demoiselle d'honneur_ held her train, which was of red velvet covered with heavy embossed gold embroidery.
After the Empress came the Crown Prince in his white _garde de corps_ uniform. He looked very young and slender and quite pale.
A moment after the bride came in. Six young ladies held her train, which was light-blue velvet embroidered in silver, over a white-satin gown covered with beautiful point lace. The train was carefully spread on the floor.
The choir of boys high up in the dome sang psalms with many verses.
Then the clergyman commenced his exhortation, which was very long. The heat was intense. Some ladies about me thought they were going to faint, but happily they could not make up their minds.
Although the music was delicious, I longed to hear the organ.
Especially when the ceremony was finished I hoped that we should hear Mendelssohn's March. But there was no organ in the chapel.
It took the royal persons a long time to leave the chapel, each princess taking up a great deal of s.p.a.ce with her train and her train-bearer. The last princely couple were strangely contrasted. The young d.u.c.h.esse d'Aosta, who is unusually tall, walked with a tiny Siamese prince. We followed down the steps to the _Weissesaal_, where the members of the Diplomatic Corps defiled before the throne and made our courtesy--_one only_--before the Emperor. All the suites and court gentlemen stood ma.s.sed together opposite the throne. It was quite an ordeal to walk under the fire of so many eyes, as the parquet was without any carpet and very slippery, and the length of the room immense.
After waiting what seemed an hour, the royalties, headed by the Emperor and the Empress, walked past us.
The spectacle of these fifty princesses with their magnificent dresses, blazing with jewels, made one gasp.
Besides all the royal people of Germany, representatives from other countries were present. Prince Christian and his wife, who is the sister to the bride, represented Denmark.
They all disappeared in the banqueting-hall at the end of the gallery.
We others sat down at tables each containing twelve people, and were served a regular dinner.
Each table in our room had a superb _surtout de table_ in silver, and silver drinking-cups worthy of a museum. The _menus_ and bonbons were trimmed with white-satin frills and had the photographs of the Crown Prince and Princess, and were laid by each plate. A dinner for three thousand people! The young ladies and officers had their dinner at a standing buffet.
We went back to the ballroom after the royalties had pa.s.sed us again.
The clouds outside were very oppressive.
Then the traditional _Fackeltanz_ commenced. The _Corps Diplomatique_ had a platform to itself, fenced in with cords. We were so crowded that had it not been for the cord which held us in our places we would have tumbled out.
The ladies of the n.o.bility also had a platform. The herald, dressed in a short medieval, red-velvet costume, with the embroidered coat of arms of Germany on his breast, advanced, trumpet in hand, and announced that the _Fackeltanz_ was about to begin. The orchestra played a gavotte; and the Crown Prince, giving his hand to the Empress, and the Crown Princess giving hers to the Emperor, preceded by eight pages with torches and by Prince Furstenberg, walked around the room. When they arrived before the throne they made the most reverential of bows before parting with their Majesties, who took their places on the throne. The Princess's train was carried by four young ladies, and by her side walked Countess Harrach, one of the _dames de palais_. After this the Princess walked with every prince according to his rank, sometimes with two, one on each side, and the Prince walked with two ladies. Each tour of the _salon_ they made they stopped in front of the Emperor and bowed and received their next partner. Fancy what fatigue!
The storm which we had expected now really burst upon us. Peals of thunder mingled with the strains of the orchestra, and almost shook the ground.
At eleven o'clock the Princess had danced with every one and had made hundreds of courtesies, and on the signal given by their Majesties retired with her suite. We went down the _Holletreppe_ (in English, _h.e.l.l-stairs_), a rather diabolical name, but I hope it was paved with better intentions than the _Wendeltreppe_, where we went up. My intention was, _bed_.
We found our carriages and drenched coachman and dragged our trains home to their resting-places.
We had been eight hours under arms.
Every one received a white ribbon with a little gold fringe on the end, bearing the monogram of the married couple. It was a _honi soit qui mal y pense_ remembrance of the royal wedding.
Prince Wilhelm Hohenzollern,[2] cousin of the Emperor, is a great philatelist, and brought his magnificent collection of alb.u.ms (eight or ten large ones) to show me, and a pile of duplicates. His victoria was quite filled when he drove up to our door, and his _cha.s.seur_ had to make two trips to bring them all up. Collectors of postage-stamps make a brotherhood in themselves. He knew each stamp in his books, and explained all to us.
[2] Father of the princess who married the young ex-King of Portugal, Manuel, in 1913.
He has twelve thousand! I brought out my little collection very shyly--it was so insignificant beside his. We pa.s.sed two hours going through the two collections. He left six thousand duplicates with me to look over and chose from, so my collection was enriched by one thousand new specimens. He told me he had inherited a whole collection from his uncle, the King of Rumania. He came to drink with us, and was always most amiable. He does not play cards, nor is he musical in any way, therefore conversation was our only resource. I brought in all my animals and put them through their tricks; the parrot played up wonderfully. He followed me about the room, sat on my shoulder, sang, and whistled. What amused people most was, when I sang "Medje," a very sentimental song, he imitated a _rire-fou_ which seemed so inappropriate that every one was convulsed with laughter. Then I showed my doves, which were p.r.o.nounced "perfect darlings." My seven dogs did their best to amuse us. The parrot ran after them and bit their tails, which the dogs did not resent in the least.
Prince Friedrich Wilhelm of Prussia also dined with us--a very formal dinner. He is rather serious for such a young man. He is tall and thin, and in his high, b.u.t.toned-to-the-chin uniform he looks even taller than he really is. He is very musical, and brought his violin and several books of music. He only approves of Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart in his severer moods. He likes Bach best of all. He plays very correctly, one might say without a fault, but I have heard violinists who play with more _brio_. He listened with kindness to a young Danish girl who executed a das.h.i.+ng solo by Brahms divinely, and nodded his head in approval when she had finished. The Prince was begged to play several times, and he went through the entire _repertoire_ of sonatas he had brought with him. The guests were immensely pleased, and the _soiree_ was very successful.