She had come up from her place in the country,four hours away,for the last of the concerts here,which have been given throughout the summer by the best orchestra in Europe,and which have been thronged every afternoon and evening by people from The Hague.

One honored day this week even the Queen and the Queen Mother came down to the concert,and gave us incomparably the greatest event of our waning season.I had noticed all the morning a floral perturbation about the main entrance of the hotel,which settled into the form of banks of autumnal bloom on either side of the specially carpeted stairs,and put forth on the roof of the arcade in a crown,much bigger round than a barrel,of orange-colored asters,in honor of the Queen's ancestral house of Orange.Flags of blue,white,and red fluttered nervously about in the breeze from the sea,and imparted to us an agreeable anxiety not to miss seeing the Queens,as the Dutch succinctly call their sovereign and her parent;and at three o'clock we saw them drive up to the hotel.

Certain officials in civil dress stood at the door of the concert-room to usher the Queens in,and a bareheaded,bald-headed dignity of military figure backed up the stairs before them.I would not rashly commit myself to particulars concerning their dress,but I am sure that the elder Queen wore black,and the younger white.The mother has one of the best and wisest faces I have seen any woman wear (and most of the good,wise faces in this imperfectly balanced world are women's)and the daughter one of the sweetest and prettiest.Pretty is the word for her face,and it showed pink through her blond veil,as she smiled and bowed right and left;her features are small and fine,and she is not above the middle height.

As soon as she had passed into the concert-room,we who had waited to see her go in ran round to another door and joined the two or three thousand people who were standing to receive the Queens.These had already mounted to the royal box,and they stood there while the orchestra played one of the Dutch national airs.(One air is not enough for the Dutch;they must have two.)Then the mother faded somewhere into the background,and the daughter sat alone in the front,on a gilt throne,with a gilt crown at top,and a very uncomfortable carved Gothic back.

She looked so young,so gentle,and so good that the rudest Republican could not have helped wishing her well out of a position so essentially and irreparably false as a hereditary sovereign's.One forgot in the presence of her innocent seventeen years that most of the ruling princes of the world had left it the worse for their having been in it;at moments one forgot her altogether as a princess,and saw her only as a charming young girl,who had to sit up rather stiffly.

At the end of the programme the Queens rose and walked slowly out,while the orchestra played the other national air.