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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 262 pages of information about Queen Victoria.

The personality and the position, too—­the wonderful combination of them—­that, perhaps, was what was finally fascinating in the case.  The little old lady, with her white hair and her plain mourning clothes, in her wheeled chair or her donkey-carriage—­one saw her so; and then—­close behind—­with their immediate suggestion of singularity, of mystery, and of power—­the Indian servants.  That was the familiar vision, and it was admirable; but, at chosen moments, it was right that the widow of Windsor should step forth apparent Queen.  The last and the most glorious of such occasions was the Jubilee of 1897.  Then, as the splendid procession passed along, escorting Victoria through the thronged re-echoing streets of London on her progress of thanksgiving to St. Paul’s Cathedral, the greatness of her realm and the adoration of her subjects blazed out together.  The tears welled to her eyes, and, while the multitude roared round her, “How kind they are to me!  How kind they are!” she repeated over and over again.  That night her message flew over the Empire:  “From my heart I thank my beloved people.  May God bless them!” The long journey was nearly done.  But the traveller, who had come so far, and through such strange experiences, moved on with the old unfaltering step.  The girl, the wife, the aged woman, were the same:  vitality, conscientiousness, pride, and simplicity were hers to the latest hour.

CHAPTER X. THE END

The evening had been golden; but, after all, the day was to close in cloud and tempest.  Imperial needs, imperial ambitions, involved the country in the South African War.  There were checks, reverses, bloody disasters; for a moment the nation was shaken, and the public distresses were felt with intimate solicitude by the Queen.  But her spirit was high, and neither her courage nor her confidence wavered for a moment.  Throwing her self heart and soul into the struggle, she laboured with redoubled vigour, interested herself in every detail of the hostilities, and sought by every means in her power to render service to the national cause.  In April 1900, when she was in her eighty-first year, she made the extraordinary decision to abandon her annual visit to the South of France, and to go instead to Ireland, which had provided a particularly large number of recruits to the armies in the field.  She stayed for three weeks in Dublin, driving through the streets, in spite of the warnings of her advisers, without an armed escort; and the visit was a complete success.  But, in the course of it, she began, for the first time, to show signs of the fatigue of age.

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