The "Sailor King" sat peacefully on the throne of England.

In the days of her childhood Lady Rosamond loved to climb upon the knee of a handsome nobleman--in truth a gallant prince.

Lovingly did she nestle against his manly breast with eager, childish confidence, throwing her beautiful silken ringlets over his shoulders in gleeful pride.

Many times had she kissed the lips of her royal patron, while he playfully designated her his "White Rose of England." Among the many beautiful trinkets she had received at his hands none were more valuable or precious than the jewelled locket bearing the simple inscription "William," appended to a miniature chain, which she had always worn around her neck in grateful remembrance.

The kind-hearted prince had won the lovely child.