June 26, Sunday;Ⓐapparatus note Kaltenleutgeben. I went in the eightⒶapparatus note o’clock train to Vienna, to see the procession. It was a stroke of luck, for at the last moment I was feeling lazy and was minded not to go. But when I reached the station, five minutes late, the train was still there, a couple of friends were there also, and so I went. At Liesing, half an hour out, we changed to a very long train, and left for Vienna with every seat occupied. That was no sign that this was a great day, for these people are not critical about shows, they turn out for anything that comes along. Half an hour later we were driving into the city; no particular bustle anywhere—indeed less than is usual on an Austrian Sunday; bunting flying, and a decoration here and there—a quite frequent thing in this Jubilee year;Ⓐapparatus note but as we passed the American Embassy I saw a couple of our flags out and the MinisterⒺexplanatory note and his menservants arranging to have anotherⒶapparatus note one added. This woke me up—itⒶapparatus note seemed to indicate that something reallyⒶapparatus note beyond the common was to the fore.

As we neared the bridge which connects the First Bezirk with the Third, a pronounced and growing life and stir were noticeable; and when we entered the wide square where the Schwarzenberg palace is, there was something resembling a jam. As far as we could see down the broad avenue of the Park Ring both sides of it were packed with people in their holiday clothes. Our cab worked its way across the square, and then flew down empty streets, all the way, to Liebenberggasse No. 7—the dwellingⒶapparatus note we were aiming for. It stands on the corner of that street and the Park Ring, and its balconies command a mile-stretch of the latter avenue. ByⒶapparatus note a trifle after nine we were in the shade of the awnings of the first-floor balcony, with a dozen other guests, and ready for the procession. Ready, but it would not start for an hour, yet, and would not reach us for half an hour afterward. As to numbers it would be a large matter; for by report it would march 25,000 strong. But it isn’t numbers that make the interest of a procession; I have seen a vast number of long processions which didn’t pay. It is clothes that make a procession; where you have those of the right pattern you can do without length. Two or three months ago I saw one with the Emperor and an Archbishop in it; and the Archbishop was being carried along under a canopied arrangement and had his skull-cap on,Ⓐapparatus note and the venerable Emperor was following him on foot and bareheadedⒶapparatus note. Even ifⒶapparatus note that had been the entire procession, it would have paid. I am old, now, and may never be an Emperor at all; at least in this world. I have been disappointed so many times that I am growing more and more doubtful and resigned every year; but if it ever should happen, the procession will have a fresh interest for the Archbishop, for he will walk.

[begin page 125] The wait on the balcony was not dull. There was the spacious avenue stretching into the distance, right and left, to look at, with its double wall of massed humanity, an eager and excited lot, broiling in the sunⒶapparatus note, and a comforting spectacle to contemplate from the shade. That is, on our side of the street they were in the sun, but not on the other side, where the Park is—thereⒶapparatus note was dense shade there. They were good-natured people, but they gave the policemen plenty of trouble, for they were constantly surging into the roadway and being hustled back again. They were in fine spirits, yet it was said that the most of them had been waiting there in the jam three or four hours—and two-thirds of them were women and girlsⒶapparatus note.

At last a mounted policeman came galloping down the road in solitary state—first sign that pretty soon the show would open. After five minutes he was followed by a man on a decorated bicycle.Ⓐapparatus note Next, a marshal’s assistant sped by on aⒶapparatus note polished and shiny black horse. Five minutes later—distant strains of music. Five more, and far up the street the head of the procession twinkles into view.

That was a procession! I wouldn’t have missed it for anything. According to my understanding, it was to be composed of shooting-match clubs from all over the Austrian Empire, with a club or two from France and Germany as guests. What I had in my imagination was 25,000 men in sober dress,Ⓐapparatus note drifting monotonously by, with rifles slung to their backs—a New York target-excursion on a large scale. In my fancy I could see the colored brothers toting the ice-pails and targets, and swabbing off perspiration.

But this was a different matter. One of the most engaging spectacles in the world is a Wagner opera-force marching onto the stage, with its music braying and its banners flying. This was that spectacle infinitely magnified, and with the glories of the sun upon it and a countless multitude of excited witnesses to wave the handkerchiefs and do the hurrahing. It was grand, and beautiful, and sumptuous; and no tinsel, no shams; no tin armor, no cotton velvet,Ⓐapparatus note no make-believe silk, no Birmingham oriental rugs; everything was what it professed to be. It is the clothes that make a procession; and for these costumesⒶapparatus note all the centuries were drawn upon, even from times which were alreadyⒶapparatus note ancient when KaiserⒶapparatus note RudolphⒺexplanatory note himself was alive.

There were bodies of spearmen with plain steel casques of a date a thousand years ago; other bodies in more ornamental casques of a century or two later, and with breastplates added; other bodies with chain-mail elaborations—some armed with crossbows, some with the earliest crop of matchlocks; still other bodies clothed in the stunningly picturesque plate-armor and plumed great helmetsⒶapparatus note of the middle of the sixteenth century. And then there were bodies of men-at-armsⒶapparatus note in the darling velvets of the Middle Ages, and nobles on horseback in the same—Ⓐapparatus notedoublets with huge puffed sleeves, wide brigand hats with great plumes; and the rich and effective colors—old gold, black,Ⓐapparatus note and scarlet; deep yellow, black, and scarlet; brown, black, and scarlet. A portly figure clothed like that, with a two-handed sword as long as a billiard cue, and mounted on a big draft-horseⒶapparatus note finely caparisonedⒶapparatus note, with the sun flooding theⒶapparatus note splendid colors—a figure like that, with fifty duplicates marching in his rear, is procession enough, all by itself.

Yet that was merely a detail. All the centuries were passing by; passing by in glories of color and multiplicitiesⒶapparatus note of strange and quaint and curious and beautiful costumes not to be seen in this world now outside the opera and the picture-books. And now and then, inⒶapparatus note the midst of [begin page 126] this flowing tide of splendors appeared a sharply contrasting note—a mounted committee in evening dress—swallow-tails, white kids and shinyⒶapparatus note new plug hats; and right in their rear, perhaps,Ⓐapparatus note a hundred capering clowns in thunder-and-lightning dress, or a band of silken pages out of ancient times, plumed and capped and daggered, dainty as rainbows, and mincing along in flesh-colored tights; and as handy at it, too,Ⓐapparatus note as if they had been born and brought up to it.

At intervals there was a great platform car, bethroned and grandly canopied,Ⓐapparatus note upholstered in silks, carpetedⒶapparatus note with oriental rugs, and freighted with girls clothed in gala costumes. There were several military companies dressed in uniforms of various bygoneⒶapparatus note periods—among others,Ⓐapparatus note one dating backⒶapparatus note a century and a half, and another of Andreas Hofer’sⒺexplanatory note time and region; following this latter was a large company of men and women and girls dressed in the society fashions of a period stretching from the DirectoryⒺexplanatory note down to about 1840—a thing worth seeing. Among the prettiest and liveliest and most picturesque costumes in the pageant were those worn by regiments and regiments of peasants, from the Tyrol, and Bohemia, and everywhere in the Empire. They are of ancient origin, but are still worn to-day.

I have seen no procession which evoked more enthusiasm thanⒶapparatus note this one brought out. It would have made any country deliver its emotions, for it was a mostⒶapparatus note stirring sight to see. At the end of this year I shall be sixty-three—if alive—and about the same if dead. I have been looking at processions for sixty years; and curiously enough, all my really wonderful ones have come in the last three years: one in India in ’96Ⓔexplanatory note,Ⓐapparatus note the Queen’s Record processionⒺexplanatory note in London last year, and now this one. As an appeal to the imagination—an object-lesson synopsizing the mightⒶapparatus note and majestyⒶapparatus note and spread of the greatest empire the world has seen—the Queen’s procession stands first; as a picture for the eye, this one beats it; and in this regard it evenⒶapparatus note falls no very great way short, perhaps, of that Jeypore pageant—and thatⒶapparatus note was a dream of enchantment.