"I remember," confesses Mr.McAllister, "on my attempting to get in through one of these doors, stealthily, the vigilant eye of John Jacob Astor met mine.

He bid me wait my turn." Despite the assiduity with which McAllister danced after the figure of the Prince, he was not among those presented.

That honour he sought the next day, on the trip to West Point: "As General Scott was presenting Colonel Delafield's guests to the Prince I approached the General, asking him to present me to his Royal Highness.

A giant, as he was in height, he bent down his head to me, and asked sharply, 'What name, sir ?' I gave him my name, but at the sound of 'Mc,' not thinking it distinguished enough, he quietly said, 'Pass on, sir,' and I subsequently was presented by the Duke of Newcastle." Forty-three years after that clamorous greeting of New York to the young Prince of Wales the present writer was to witness in Paris the visit of Edward VII.

for the purpose of cementing the Entente Cordiale.