Kings and Queens I Have Known, by Hélène Vacaresco
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Class _.i- Book COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT KINGS AND QUEENS I HAVE KNOWN BY HELENE VACARESCO ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK AND LONDON HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS i 904 »0 5 V o 0>ISH TO THEIR IMPERIAL AND ROYAL MAJESTIES THE KINGS AND QUEENS, TO THEIR IMPERIAL AND ROYAL HIGHNESSES THE PRINCES AND PRINCESSES WHOSE NAMES, VISAGES AND WORDS ARE HERE CELE- BRATED I DEDICATE THIS BOOK IN TOKEN OF DEEP GRATITUDE FOR ALL THE 43 PERSONAL KINDNESS THE AUTHOR HAS RECEIVED FROM THEM HELENE VACARESCO KINGS AND QUEENS I HAVE KNOWN CONTENTS Queen Elizabeth of Roumania (Carmen Svlva) Page I King Edward VII. » 51 Queen Alexandra . » 69 The Emperor of Austria „ 89 The German Emperor . » "7 The Czar and Czarina . » H3 Margherita di Savoia, Dowager Oueen of Italy „ 167 King Victor Emmanuel III. and Queen Helena » 185 Queen Maria Christina and King Alfonso XIII. of Spain ...... „ 213 Wilhelmina I., Queen of the Netherlands » 235 The Sovereigns of Servia » 255 The Pope Leo XIII » 277 Queen Victoria ..... „ 291 Index . • . ,, 3i7 ILLUSTRATIONS H61ene Vacaresco Frontispiece Queen Elizabeth of Roumania (Carmen Sylva) Facing page I King Edward VII. and Queen Alexandra 5 1 The Emperor of Austria .... The German Emperor .... The Czar and Czarina .... H3 Margherita di Savoia, Dowager Queen of Italy 167 King Victor Emmanuel III. and Queen Helena 185 Queen Maria Christina and King Alfonso XIII. of Spain ...... 213 Wilhelmina I., Queen of the Netherlands 235 The Pope Leo XIII 277 Queen Victoria ...... 291 QUEEN ELIZABETH OF ROUMANIA (CARMEN SYLVA) As far as the other Queens and Royal Princesses mentioned in my writings are concerned, I have had the Vionour of approaching them only at times when prepared for any striking impressions they might make. I carried into their presence a heart eager to receive all the emotions of the moment and a spirit aglow with desire to note as much, hurriedly as possible, from what might pass during such thrilling interviews. I have met almost all the reigning sovereigns of modern Europe and their Consorts, and have much to relate about them, since I soon became a keen observer of every Court I stepped yet, I said or thought of Kings into ; whatever have and Queens I have known is derived from the experience of some transitory event, and gathered in the strained mood into which we are apt to fall when- ever something extraordinary happens to us. On the other hand, the image of the Queen of Roumania has shed a radiance over my whole life. From my earliest childhood, all that is good and KINGS AND QUEENS I HAVE KNOWN noble and true I have learnt to revere from her words and in her eyes. The beauty of nature and of human labour, the careful study of my own soul, piety, the joy dwelling in forms of harmony and grace, I have gathered from her as with generous hands she threw her thoughts like flowers in my path. To her 1 am indebted for my brightest hours, as for the love that lies hidden in days of gloom. Were "Carmen Sylva" only a Queen and not a poet too, the study of her personality would prove a diffi- cult task even to me who have spent so much time by her side and who am more intimately acquainted with her ideas and pursuits than her other biographers can be. These last are innumerable, but, different as each appreciation of their wonderful subject may appear, though they have seen her from widely varying standpoints, the same enthusiasm, sincere and thrilling, animates all their descriptions. And every one of these images is true, because Elizabeth of Roumania is an individuality so multiplex that almost any his- torian can offer at least an acceptable clue to the problem presented by such a soul. For instance, some are used to considering her in the light of a romantic Princess whose mistake it is to be, in our matter-of-fact century, a dreamer and a theorist as elusive as her own tales of the fairies that haunt the vine-clad mountains near the Rhine. Others have been accustomed to compare this all-absorbing Queen with the refined, cultivated ladies of the Italian Renaissance who still enthral our imagination as we QUEEN ELIZABETH OF ROUMANIA read about their grace, their love of beautiful poems and pictures ; the fluent talk and harmonious verse whereby their Courts were rendered centres of intellectual activity. There is a third picture of her, where she is depicted in a wild yet familiar attitude, scouring the wide forests of the Karpathian moun- tains and listening with mingled delight and awe to the torrents amidst the rocks. And not one of these sketches, not one of these interpretations is untrue, because the Queen of Roumania in some degree re- sembles them all ; she might even suggest a much larger number of illustrations and prove each of them to be a genuine portrait. No living Sovereign may be said to fill the modern world with so much curiosity and admiration as does the Crowned Poetess, who will always to herself as well as to others remain a startling and divine enigma, a sweet and dolorous mystery. Endowed with every virtue that soars high in the domain of spi- ritual strength, the Queen is yet weak as a new-born infant when she has to struggle in the realms of reality. Thence terrible misunderstandings are apt to arise between her and those who judge her after their own custom of reducing spiritual processes to material action. The Queen is supposed to be good by nature, blind to evil by instinct, generous and forgiving in a spontaneous, facile way : few guess the real grandeur of such goodness, or from what warm source of human love and celestial aspirations the blindness and forgiveness spring. Every heart 3 KINGS AND QUEENS I HAVE KNOWN lies bare before the clairvoyant eye, the quick, obser- vant spirit, and severe struggles and long reflec- tion are necessary for one who can succeed in giving to the result of moral labour so much apparently intuitive candour that it passes for that inborn, unwitting kindness to which no gratitude seems due. Every human soul may be called a silent battle-field ; the artist's duty is to find the victors and the dead ; and in my survey of the Queen's inward conflicts I have ever found indig- nation and desire of vengeance defeated, while sympathy, pity, and every quality that can make a woman royal daily triumphed in her breast. The existence of Carmen Sylva in every moment of her busy days is divided between two conflicting forces, for ever waging war as to which shall obtain the upper hand. First, her calling as a poet with the fervent attachment she feels for every art and for an artist's life, then her duties as a queen. Hence while endlessly craving after leisure and day- dreaming, she is obliged to bestow unceasing atten- tion her words and smiles, her every on gesture ; full of desire to run headlong in the track of her imagination, she chafes under the necessity of restraint and must show indifference to all that most attracts her. And this everlasting strife, this enforced duality, has always prevented complete adoration from being accorded her by those who want her to be a perfect queen, as by those who wish her to be wholly given up to poetical talent. 4 QUEEN ELIZABETH OF ROUMANIA The freedom of her tastes and opinions is in violent contradiction with the quiet manners, the subdued tones she is obliged to assume, and thus, bound to con- trol the strongest and most audacious emotions, the Queen of Roumania is a living prey to the mingled elements of Fate. No one will ever be able to tell whether queen or artist has suffered the more in this extraordinary blending of situations. Does the crown, besprinkled with a shower of rubies and diamonds, which once belonged to Josephine, wife of Napoleon I., weigh too heavy on her head, that she should take it off with such a sigh of relief, passing her slight hands through her hair as if to remove all trace of the massive symbol while yet her forehead is flushed from the exertion of wearing it ? How often have I seen that crown rest on the bureau in her dressing- room, after an official dinner-party or ball ; how often have I wondered whether its owner reproached it for keeping her so long from the cool peace of her private apartment ! And then I have imagined the Queen also at times turning her wrath on the white sheets of paper and the long slender pen, of whose beckoning she has been aware while occupied in distributing her smiles amongst the expectant crowd gathered to witness one of those spectacles of pomp and dignity which they are ever happy to gaze upon. How often have I seen that splendid crown and the humble pen lie side by side in companionship so close that I could scarce remember they were 5 KINGS AND QUEENS I HAVE KNOWN bitter antagonists, whose imperious demands filled a Queen's soul in turn with anguish and with awe. One special evening the Queen said to me : <c Oh, if that crown could only speak, what tales it would tell of the brief but splendid reign of Napoleon the Great, and of the thoughts of his Creole Empress, as her coquettish fingers lifted the " ruby circlet to her brow ! " Nay," thought I, " if that crown could speak it would forget Josephine Beauharnais and the Tuileries and entertain us with tales of Carmen Sylva.