The life and letters of John Hay . d not sent them sinceJames Russell Lowell. Immediately thereafter camefor Hay the fatigues incident to his share in the cele-bration of the Diamond Jubilee of Queen to his wish, Whitelaw Reid had persuadedPresident McKinley to send a special Embassy togreet the Queen, with himself naturally at the headof it. This greatly added to the burden of Hays re-sponsibility, in making arrangements for two Amer-ican representations instead of one. He writes confidentially about his annoyancesto Mr. Adams, who had gone to France: — ^^ June 4. The town b
The life and letters of John Hay . d not sent them sinceJames Russell Lowell. Immediately thereafter camefor Hay the fatigues incident to his share in the cele-bration of the Diamond Jubilee of Queen to his wish, Whitelaw Reid had persuadedPresident McKinley to send a special Embassy togreet the Queen, with himself naturally at the headof it. This greatly added to the burden of Hays re-sponsibility, in making arrangements for two Amer-ican representations instead of one. He writes confidentially about his annoyancesto Mr. Adams, who had gone to France: — ^^ June 4. The town begins to grow abominablefor Jubilee. Six miles of lumber deform the fellow-being pullules. How well you are out ofit! July 7. The Jubilee is gone like a Welsh-rabbitdream. It was an explosion of loyalty that amazedJohn Bull himself. What a curious thing it is, thatthere has been no king in England since Elizabethof special distinction — most of them far worse thanmediocre — only the foreigner, William III, of any. Iliotograpli by HoUiivjer \ Co. in 1S97 JOHN HAY WHEN AMBASSADOR TO ENGLAND HAYS AMBASSADORSHIP i6i merit — and yet the monarchical reHgion has grownday by day till the Queen is worshiped as more thanmortal, and the Prince will be more popular stillwhen he accedes. ... I see nobody but everybody,and that is a diet of husks. To Mr. Adamss invitation that he come over andrefresh himself at St. Germain, Hay sent a serio-comic reply. To Henry Adams London, July 25, 1897. My dear DAngouleme: — It is no less than a bloomin shyme that I cannotaccept your kind invitation to your royal pleasure-dome. But the flight of my household Goddessesdoes not free me, as you seem to think, from all obli-gations, human and divine. I cannot leave this blessed Isle even at the sum-mons of my betters in the Forest of St. again next week! says my Lord of Salis-bury, or, by preference, Wait till I send for thee,when I have a more convenient season. The sight
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