The city turned out to greet him.

On Thursday, October 11th, the revenue cutter, "Harriet Lane," brought the Prince to New York from South Amboy.

Then, a day of blaring bands, of blended flags, of great transparencies, that eventually led to the Fifth Avenue Hotel.

He was still very young, still very much of a boy, very much bored with all the tumult and ceremony.

Once out of sight of the crowd he threw dignity to the winds and played leap-frog in the corridor with his retinue.