Yorkshire On This Day, Comprising 365 Historical Extracts, Red-letter Days and Customs, and Astronomical and Meteorological Data
William Allison. 1920. “My Kingdom for a Horse!”. New York: E.P. Dutton and Company. Get it:
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The marriage of the Prince and Princess of Wales was the great event of 10th March 1863, and my part in the celebration of it is recorded in the Diary, 10th March:
This morning we went to Brafferton, Mrs Gray riding the donkey at first, but we were met by the carriage, and so I rode the donkey, which kept up with the carriage. In the afternoon we had a procession round the town, me among the number. In the evening we had a magic lantern and fireworks. We all sang God Save the Queen. There were flags out of all the windows.
Some few weeks later, during the holidays, I was taken to Ripon to see the Prince and Princess drive through the town, and that was my first sight of them. Of course people were enthusiastic. How could they be otherwise over such a charming young Princess? but loyalty to the Crown was not then nearly so deeply rooted and sincere as it is now. It was reserved for Disraeli, a good many years later, to bring home both to Queen Victoria and her people the true strength of their respective positions, which act and react for mutual dignity and co-operative power.
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The funeral date is from the parish register.
His mother died shortly afterwards:
Less than two months after [another] letter was written my mother was dead – 12th July 1866 – and I had thus lost both parents within a year.
It is better not to dwell on mournful incidents of the past. Again Mr Jex-Blake had broken the bad news to me with kindly words, and as I waited at Rugby station that time I saw a black railway engine with just a green patch on it. I interpreted this to mean that my mother was still alive, and she was so on my arrival at home, just sufficiently to know me, but two nights later I was sent hurriedly to the Rectory to summon Mr Kingsley, whose house door had been left open so that I could go straight in and up to his bedroom. He woke up and came along within ten minutes. The end was very near, though it did not actually come until late in the following afternoon.
Let us pass on, for the blow had fallen, and reminiscences of it are futile.
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Place-People-Play: Childcare (and the Kazookestra) on the Headingley/Weetwood borders next to Meanwood Park.
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