Cuss, these English, they can't live out of mobs.

Prince Albert is there in that room; I must go and see him.

He is popular; he is a renderin' of himself very agreeable to the English, is Prince: he mixes with them as much as he can; and shews his sense in that.

Church steeples are very pretty things: that one to Antwerp is splendiriferous; it's everlastin' high, it most breaks your neck layin' back your head to look at it; bend backward like a hoop, and stare at it once with all your eyes, and you can't look up agin, you are satisfied.

It tante no use for a Prince to carry a head so high as that, Albert knows this; he don't want to be called the highest steeple, cause all the world knows he is about the top loftiest; but he want's to descend to the world we live in.
"With a Queen all men love, and a Prince all men like, royalty has a root in the heart here.