three o’clock
All over the world this rebellion against Falsehood , -- this movement towards Truth is felt , -- all over the world the people are growing strong on their legs , and clear in their brains ; -- no longer cramped and stunted starvelings , they are gradually developing into full growth , and awaking to intelligent action . And wherever the dominion of priestcraft has been destroyed , there they are found at their best and bravest , with a glimmering dawn of the true Christian spirit beginning to lighten their darkness , -- a spirit which has no race or sect , but is all-embracing , all-loving , and all-benevolent ; -- which ` thinketh no evil , ' but is so nobly sufficing in its tenderness and patience , as to persuade the obstinate , govern the unruly , and recover the lost , by the patient influence of its own example . On the reverse side of the medal , wherever we see priestcraft dominant , there we see ignorance and corruption , vice and hypocrisy , and such a low standard of morals and education as is calculated to keep the soul a slave in irons , with no possibility of any intellectual escape into the ` glorious liberty of the free . ' The afternoon was one of exceptional brilliance and freshness , when , punctually at three o'clock , the Royal yacht hoisted sail , and dipped gracefully away from the quay with their Majesties on board , amid the cheers of an enthusiastic crowd . A poet might have sung of the scene in fervid rhyme , so pretty and gay were all the surroundings , -- the bright skies , the dancing sea , the flying flags and streamers , and the soft music of the Court orchestra , a band of eight players on stringed instruments , which accompanied the Royal party on their voyage of pleasure . The Queen stood on deck , leaning against the mast , her eyes fixed on the shore , as the vessel swung round , and bore away towards the west ; -- the people , elbowing each other , and climbing up on each other 's shoulders and on the posts of the quay , merely to get a passing glimpse of her beauty , all loyally cheering and waving their hats and handkerchiefs , were as indifferent to her sight and soul as an ant-heap in a garden walk . She had accustomed her mind to dwell on things beyond life , and life itself had little interest for her .