and bestow her Royal contribution.

In the throng little Patteson was pressed up so close to the Royal
carriage that he became entangled in the wheel, and was on the point
of being dragged under it, when the Queen, with ready presence of
mind, held out her hand: he grasped it, and was able to regain his
feet in safety, but did not recover his perceptions enough to make
any sign of gratitude before the carriage passed on. He had all a
boy's shyness about the adventure; but perhaps it served to quicken
the personal loyalty which is an unfailing characteristic of 'Eton
fellows.'

The Royal custom of the Sunday afternoon parade on the terrace of
Windsor Castle for the benefit of the gazing public afforded a fine
opportunity for cultivating this sentiment, and Coley sends an
amusingly minute description of her Majesty's dress, evidently
studied for his mother's benefit, even to the pink tips of her four
long ostrich feathers, and calling to mind Chalon's water-colours of
the Queen in her early youth. He finishes the description with a
quaint little bit of moralising. 'It certainly is very beautiful
with two bands playing on a calm, blessed Sunday evening, with the
Queen of England and all her retinue walking about. It gives you an
idea of the Majesty of God, who could in one short second turn it all
into confusion. There is nothing to me more beautiful than the
raising one's eyes to Heaven, and thinking with adoration who made
this scene, and who could unmake it again.'

A few days later the record is of a very different scene, namely,
Windsor Fair, when the Eton boys used to imagine they had a
prescriptive right to make a riot and revel in the charms of misrule.