Why, I see there—and I could have wept when I seen it if I'd had the time—an elegant bedquilt made by poor Mary Queen of Scots. She sot the last stitches in it the day before her death.
What queer stitches them must have been—Agony and Remorse a-twistin' the thread in the needle.
Queen Victoria sent over some things.
And then there wuz a piece of embroidery by Queen Marie Antoinette. What queer stitches them must have been, if she could have seen the End!
And then there wuz a portrait of Maria de Medici, Queen of France, made by herself.
And then there wuz a Bible presented by Queen Anne to the Moravian Church of New York, and a Bible of Princess Christian's.
The fine needlework of the wimmen of Greece makes a splendid show. The Queen of Greece is at the head of their commission.
The Queen of Italy goes ahead of all the other monarchs; she shows her own private collection of lace handkerchiefs, and neckties, and mantillys, and so forth. And even her crown laces—them beautiful laces that droop down over her regal head-dress when she sets with her crown on, and her sceptre held out in her hand.
The Queen of Belgium is at the head of their exposition. And the German commission is headed by a Princess.