She quietly persevered in the progresses which annoyed the irascible and unreasonable old King, even visiting the Isle of Wight, though the royal big guns were forbidden to pop at sight of the royal standard, which waved over her, and the young hope of England. Perhaps recollections of those pleasant visits with her mother at Norris Castle have helped to render so dear the Queen’s own beautiful sea-side home, Osborne House. I remember a pretty little story, told by a tourist, who happened to be stopping at the village of Brading during one of those visits to the lovely island.