The Strand Magazine, Volume V, Issue 28, April 1893

The Strand Magazine, Volume V,
Issue 28,
by Various

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Title: The Strand Magazine, Volume V, Issue 28, April 1893 An
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Author: Various
Editor: George Newnes
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THE STRAND
AN ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY
Vol. 5, Issue. 28.
April 1893
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[Illustration: SANDRINGHAM
From a Photo. by Bedford Lemere.]

The Prince of Wales at Sandringham.
[The Prince of Wales is, of course, precluded by his position from
granting interviews like private persons, but His Royal Highness has
been so good as to give us special permission to insert the following
extremely interesting article, which we are happy to be able to present
to our readers in place of the Illustrated Interview for the present
month. The next of the series of Illustrated Interviews, by Mr. Harry
How, will appear next month. Sir Robert Rawlinson, the celebrated
engineer, whose work saved so many lives in the Crimea, has given Mr.
How a most interesting interview, with special illustrations.]
"Far from the busy haunt of man" might be fitly applied to
Sandringham; so quiet, and so secluded, is this favourite residence of
the heir to England's throne and his beautiful and universally esteemed
wife.
Not an ancient castle with tower and moat, not a show place such as
would charm a merchant prince, but beautiful in its simplicity and
attractive in its homeliness; yet withal, clothed in the dignity
inseparable from its owners and its associations; in short, a happy
English home, inhabited by a typical English family.

How often have we seen them in the country lanes all squeezed into
one wagonette, looking like a jolly village squire and his family; or
watched the young Princes and Princesses careering round the park on
their favourite steeds, and listened to their merry laughing voices as
they emulated each other to come in winner!
[Illustration: H.R.H. THE PRINCE OF WALES.
From a Photo. by W. & D. Downey.]
When at Sandringham, State and its duties, society and its requirements,
are relegated to the dim past and shadowy future; and our Prince is a
country gentleman, deep in agriculture and the welfare of his tenantry;
and his wife and children pass their time in visiting the schools, the
poor, and the sick, working in their dairy, or at their sketching, art and
useful needle-work, etc.
Fortunately, the estate is above seven miles from King's Lynn, its
nearest town, so that the family are not subjected to the prying gaze of
the curious. They have not, however, the inconvenience of this long
drive from the railway station, as there is one at Wolferton, a little
village of about forty houses, on the estate, and between two and three
miles from the "House."
In 1883 the Prince added a suite of waiting-rooms to the building
already there: the addition consisting of a large entrance-hall,
approached by a covered carriage way, with rooms on either side for
the Prince and Princess. These rooms are handsomely and tastefully
furnished, and are used not only as waiting-rooms, but occasionally for
luncheon, when the Prince and his guests are shooting in the vicinity of
Wolferton. The station lies in a charming valley, and emerging from its
grounds, you have before you a picturesque drive along a well
gravelled road, bordered with velvety turf, and backed with fir, laurel,
pine and gorse.
Rabbits in hundreds are popping hither and thither, pheasants are flying
over your head, squirrels are scampering up and down trees, there are
sounds of many feathery songsters in the branches: while if you pause

awhile, you may catch the distant murmur of the sea--certainly you can
feel its breezes; and you seem to get the beauty of the Highlands, the
grandeur of the sea, and the very pick of English scenery, all in one
extensive panorama. The view from the heights is beyond description:
an uninterrupted outlook over the North Sea, and a general survey of
such wide range, that on clear days the steeple or tower of Boston
church (familiarly known as "Boston Stump") can be plainly seen.
Proceeding on your way, you pass the park boundary wall, the
residence of the comptroller, the rectory, the little church of St. Mary
Magdalene, with its flag waving in the