It is strange how much we miss the King and Queen. They are often away from London for several weeks. They not infrequently seem somewhat eclipsed by other Royalties, at Jeast in the picture pages. And there are some people even yet who have hardly realized that they are the King and Queen and, in defiance of fact and reason, have an irrepressible feeling that anything so monstrous as the abdication can never really have happened. And yet with their Majesties so far away, there is an odd sense of incompleteness in everything, and the London season turns round with the aimlessness of a squirrel in a wheel.
It is a good sign, however, partly as showing how much the monarchy means to the Britigh people, partly as evidence that the King himself, as a human being, begins to enter deeply into his subjects' feelings. He is in no way a spectacular, person like his brilliant but erratic brother, but, without disparaging the latter, he will make a far better King. When King George V came to the throne, he seemed in comparison with his glittering father somewhat dull and common place. He said of himself that he was "really a very ordinary sort of fellow." Yet he became a wise King and the best loved we have ever had. It would be no surprise if a like destiny awaits his son. ing, inditing and distributing these circulars must be very considerable. They are seldom read, as the newspapers have told us a dozen times what they contain. But I suppose the work of preparing and distributing them sends home each night a num. ber of blameless civil servants glowing with the consciousness of a good deed well done. So let them pass—to the waste paper basket.
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