On the Confirmation-Day of the Princess the Grand-Duchess appeared in the Friedens-Kirche—the Church of Peace, built in the lovely gardens of Sans Souci, where the Emperor and Empress Frederick lie buried—leaning on the arm of her nephew the Emperor William, who treats her always with the greatest devotion and respect.
She had laid aside the black dress she usually wears, and appeared clothed completely in creamy white, a long white veil falling behind almost to the hem of her dress.
All the old teachers and servants who had ever been connected in the slightest degree with the Princess were invited to the church. The old Sattel-Meister—long retired from service—who first placed her on her pony, her former tutors and governesses, as well as the Stifts-Kinder, grown up now and done with black uniforms and tight hair for ever—all were there.
The Lutheran service is extremely simple, and the Chaplain’s address and the reading of the “Confession” occupied the chief part of the time. In an hour it was over.
The Emperor was extremely pleased with the way in which his daughter acquitted herself.
“She is a chip of the old block, isn’t she?” he said proudly, talking about the way in which she read her Glaubens-Bekenntniss. “It was like a Kavallerie-Attacke"—the military comparison did not appear to
