My own story . e were overjoyed when the sa-lute of one hundred and one guns announced thebirth of a prince, and there was wild enthusiasmin Dresden. The dear people showered presentson me and the all-important baby, and I wasmuch touched by the gifts of dresses, socks,shoes, flowers, and letters full of affectionateregard which I received from all classes. My little son was christened in the chapel ofthe Taschenberg Palace, which is a most curiousedifice, containing the relics of ten thousandsaints. A royal christening takes place twenty-fourhours after the childs birth, and my children allwo
My own story . e were overjoyed when the sa-lute of one hundred and one guns announced thebirth of a prince, and there was wild enthusiasmin Dresden. The dear people showered presentson me and the all-important baby, and I wasmuch touched by the gifts of dresses, socks,shoes, flowers, and letters full of affectionateregard which I received from all classes. My little son was christened in the chapel ofthe Taschenberg Palace, which is a most curiousedifice, containing the relics of ten thousandsaints. A royal christening takes place twenty-fourhours after the childs birth, and my children allwore the beautiful lace robe and cap and werecarried on the lace-covered cushion which hadbeen originally made in Saxony for my half-sister, Marie-Antoinette. A curious ceremonyoccurs six weeks after a princess of Saxony hashad her first child. She sits, wearing a beautifultoilette, in one of the State apartments, and thebaby, screaming or sleeping as the case may be,lies in its cradle beside her. An endless pro-. MY OWN STORY i6i cession of invites then defiles before her and thechild, and she is obliged to make a deep obeisanceas each person passes. Eight hundred peoplecame to my reception, and I was physicallyweary of the proceedings long before they wereover. I used to pass all the time I could spare withmy baby, and I envied with a most jealous envythe nurse who had usurped my rightful December 31st of the same year, my secondboy, my beloved Tia, was born. Again therewas tremendous joy, and again I came into con-flict with my father-in-law on the subject ofnursing. As before, he had his way, and it issmall wonder that I hated him. My third son, Ernest, was born on December9, 1896, and on August 22, 1898, I had a littlegirl who died at her birth, and I was perilouslynear losing my own life. On January 24, 1900,Margaret was born, and on September 27, 1901,I gave birth to another daughter, Maria-Alix, I found all the happiness I wanted with mydear babies, and I was so
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