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rose again at eight, and then, with less thought for her grief than
anxiety for the honour of him whose death was the cause of it, she
proceeded to the prince’s room and burned the whole of his private
papers. By this action the world lost some rare supplementary
chapters to a Chronique Scandaleuse.
The death of Frederick disconcerted all the measures of
intriguing men, and brought about a great change in the councils of
the court as of the factions opposed to the court. ‘The death of our
prince,’ wrote Whitfield, ‘has afflicted you. It has given me a shock;
but the Lord reigneth, and that is my comfort.’ The Duchess of
Somerset, writing to Dr. Doddridge, says on the same subject:
‘Providence seems to have directed the blow where we thought
ourselves the most secure; for among the many schemes of hopes
and fears which people were laying down to themselves, this was
never mentioned as a supposable event. The harmony which
appears to subsist between his Majesty and the Princess of Wales is
the best support for the spirits of the nation under their present
concern and astonishment. He died in the forty-fifth year of his age,
and is generally allowed to have been a prince of amiable and
generous disposition, of elegant manners, and of considerable
talents.’
The opposition which the prince had maintained against the
government of the father who had provoked him to it was not
undignified. Unlike his sire, he did not ‘hate both bainting and boetry;’
and painters and poets were welcome at his court, as were
philosophers and statesmen. It was only required that they should be
adverse to Walpole. Among them were the able and urbane wits,
Chesterfield and Carteret, Pulteney and Sir William Wyndham; the
aspiring young men, Pitt, Lyttelton, and the Grenvilles: Swift, Pope,
and Thomson lent their names and pens to the prince’s service;
while astute and fiery Bolingbroke aimed to govern in the circle
where he affected to serve.
All the reflections made upon the death of the prince were not so
simple of quality as those of the Duchess of Somerset. Horace
Walpole cites a preacher at Mayfair Chapel, who ‘improved’ the
occasion after this not very satisfactory or conclusive fashion: ‘He
had no great parts, but he had great virtues—indeed, they
degenerated into vices. He was very generous; but I hear his
generosity has ruined a great many people; and then, his
condescension was such that he kept very bad company.’ Not less
known, and yet claiming a place here, is the smart Jacobite epitaph,
so little flattering to the dead, that had all Spartan epitaphs been as
little laudatory, the Ephori would have never issued a decree entirely
prohibiting them. It was to this effect:
The last nine years of the reign of the consort of Caroline were of a
very varied character. The earliest of his acts after the death of
Frederick was one of which Caroline would certainly not have
approved. In case of his demise before the next heir to the throne
should be of age, he, with consent of parliament, named the widow
of Frederick as regent of the kingdom. This appointment gave great
umbrage to the favourite son of Caroline, William, Duke of
Cumberland, and it was one to which Caroline herself would never
have consented.
But George now cared little for what the opinions of Caroline
might have been; and the remainder of his days was spent amid
death, gaiety, and politics. The year in which Frederick died was
marked by the decease of the husband of Caroline’s eldest daughter,
of whose plainness, wooing, and marriage I have previously spoken.
The Prince of Orange died on the 11th of October 1751. He had not
improved in beauty since his marriage, but, increasingly ugly as he
became, his wife became also increasingly jealous of him.
Importunate, however, as the jealousy was, it had the merit of being
founded on honest and healthy affection.
The immediate cause of the prince’s death was an imposthume
in the head. Although his health had been indifferent, his death was
rather sudden and unexpected. Lord Holdernesse was sent over
from England by the King, Walpole says, ‘to learn rather than to
teach,’ but certainly with letters of condolence to Caroline’s widowed
daughter. She is said to have received the paternal sympathy and
advice in the most haughty and insulting manner. She was proud,
perhaps, of being made the gouvernante of her son; and she
probably remembered the peremptory rejection by her father of the
interested sympathy she herself had offered him on the decease of
her mother, to whose credit she had hoped to succeed at St.
James’s.
But George himself had little sympathy to spare, and felt no
immoderate grief for the death of either son or son-in-law. On the 6th
of November 1751, within a month of the prince’s death, and not
very many after that of his son and heir to the throne, George was at
Drury Lane Theatre. The entertainment, played for his especial
pleasure, consisted of Farquhar’s ‘Beaux Stratagem’ and Fielding’s
‘Intriguing Chambermaid.’ In the former, the King was exceedingly
fond of the ‘Foigard’ of Yates and the ‘Cherry’ of Miss Minors. In the
latter piece, Mrs. Clive played her original part of ‘Lettice,’ a part in
which she had then delighted the town—a town which could be
delighted with such parts—for now seventeen years. Walpole thus
relates an incident of the night. He is writing to Sir Horace Mann,
from Arlington Street, under the date of the 22nd of November 1751:
‘A certain King, that, whatever airs you may give yourself, you are
not at all like, was last week at the play. The intriguing chambermaid
in the farce says to the old gentleman, ‘You are villainously old; you
are sixty-six; you can’t have the impudence to think of living above
two years.’ The old gentleman in the stage-box turned about in a
passion, and said, “This is d—d stuff!”’
George was right in his criticism, but rather coarse than king-like
in expressing it. Walpole too, it may be noticed, misquotes what his
friend Mrs. Clive said in her character of Lettice, and he misquotes
evidently for the purpose of making the story more pointed against
the King, who was as sensitive upon the point of age as Louis XIV.
himself. Lettice does not say to Oldcastle ‘you are villainously old.’
She merely states the three obstacles to Oldcastle marrying her
young mistress. ‘In the first place your great age; you are at least
some sixty-six. Then there is, in the second place, your terrible
ungenteel air; and thirdly, that horrible face of yours, which it is
impossible for any one to see without being frightened.’ She does,
however, add a phrase which must have sounded harshly on the ear
of a sensitive and sexagenarian King; though not more so than on
that of any other auditor of the same age. ‘I think you could not have
the conscience to live above a year or a year and a half at most.’
The royal criticism, then, was correct, however roughly expressed.
In the same year, 1751, died another of the children of George
and Caroline—Louisa, Queen of Denmark. She had only reached
her twenty-seventh year, and had been eight years married. Her
mother loved her, and the nation admired her for her grace,
amiability, and talents. Her career, in many respects, resembled that
of her mother. She was married to a king who kept a mistress in
order that the world should think he was independent of all influence
on the part of his wife. She was basely treated by this king; but not a
word of complaint against him entered into the letters which this
spirited and sensible woman addressed to her relations. Indeed, she
had said at the time of her marriage that, if she should become
unhappy, her family should never know anything about it. She died,
in the flower of her age, a terrible death, as Walpole calls it, and after
an operation which lasted an hour. The cause of it was the neglect of
a slight rupture, occasioned by stooping suddenly when enceinte,
the injury resulting from which she imprudently and foolishly
concealed. This is all the more strange, as her mother, on her death-
bed, said to her: ‘Louisa, remember I die by being giddy and
obstinate, in having kept my disorder a secret.’ Her farewell letter to
her father and family, a most touching address, and the similitude of
her fate to that of her mother, sensibly affected the almost dried-up
heart of the King. ‘This has been a fatal year to my family,’ groaned
the son of Sophia Dorothea. ‘I lost my eldest son, but I was glad of it.
Then the Prince of Orange died, and left everything in confusion.
Poor little Edward has been cut open for an imposthume in his side;
and now the Queen of Denmark is gone! I know I did not love my
children when they were young; I hated to have them coming into the
room; but now I love them as well as most fathers.’
The Countess of Suffolk (the servant of Caroline and the
mistress of Caroline’s husband) was among the few persons whom
the eloquence and fervour of Whitfield failed to touch. When this
latter was chaplain to Lady Huntingdon, and in the habit of preaching
in the drawing-room of that excellent and exemplary woman, there
was an eager desire to be among the privileged to be admitted to
hear him. This privilege was solicited of Lady Huntingdon by Lady
Rockingham, for the King’s ex-favourite, Lady Suffolk. The patroness
of Whitfield thought of Magdalen repentant, and expressed her
readiness to welcome her, an additional sheep to an increasing flock.
The beauty came, and Whitfield preached neither more nor less
earnestly, unconscious of her presence. So searching, however, was
his sermon, and so readily could the enraged fair one apply its
terrible truths to herself, that it was only with difficulty she could sit it
out with apparent calm. Inwardly, she felt that she had been the
especial object at which her assailant had flung his sharpest arrows.
Accordingly, when Whitfield had retired, the exquisite fury, chafed but
not repentant, turned upon the meditative Lady Huntingdon, and well
nigh annihilated her with the torrent and power of her invective. Her
sister-in-law, Lady Betty Germain, implored her to be silent; but only
the more unreservedly did she empty the vials of her wrath upon the
saintly lady of the house, who was lost in astonishment, anger, and
confusion. Old Lady Bertie and the Dowager Duchess of Ancaster
rose to her rescue; and, by right of their relationship with the lady
whom the King delighted to honour, required her to be silent or civil.
It was all in vain: the irritated fair one maintained that she had been
brought there to be pilloried by the preacher; and she finally swept
out of the room, leaving behind her an assembly in various attitudes
of wonder and alarm; some fairly deafened by the thundering echoes
of her expressed wrath, others at a loss to decide whether Lady
Huntingdon had or had not directed the arrows of the preacher, and
all most charmingly unconscious that, be that as it might, the lady
was only smarting because she had rubbed against a sermon
bristling with the most stinging truths.
Whitfield made note of those of the royal household who
repaired to the services over which he presided in Lady
Huntingdon’s house. In 1752, when he saw regularly attending
among his congregation one of Queen Caroline’s ex-ladies, Mrs.
Grinfield, he writes thereupon: ‘One of Cæsar’s household hath been
lately awakened by her ladyship’s instrumentality, and I hope others
will meet with the like blessing.’
In 1755 England and France were at issue touching their
possessions in Canada. The dispute resulted in a war; and the war
brought with it the temporary loss of the Electorate of Hanover to
England, and much additional disgrace; which last was not wiped out
till the great Pitt was at the helm, and by his spirited administration
helped England to triumph in every quarter of the globe. Amid
misfortune or victory, however, the King, as outwardly ‘impassible’ as
ever, took also less active share in public events than he did of old;
and he lived with the regularity of a man who has a regard for his
health. Every night, at nine o’clock, he sat down to cards. The party
generally consisted of his two daughters, the Princesses Amelia and
Caroline, two or three of the late Queen’s ladies, and as many of the
gentlemen of the household—whose presence there was a proof of
the Sovereign’s personal esteem for them. Had none other been
present, the party would have been one on which remark would not
be called for. But at the same table with the children of good Queen
Caroline was seated their father’s mistress, the naturalised German
Baroness Walmoden—Countess of Yarmouth. George II. had no
idea that the presence of such a woman was an outrage committed
upon his own children. Every Saturday, in summer, he carried those
ladies, but without his daughters, to Richmond. They went in
coaches-and-six, in the middle of the day, with the heavy horse-
guards kicking up the dust before them—dined, walked an hour in
the garden, returned in the same dusty parade; and his Majesty
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fancied himself the most gallant and lively prince in Europe.
He had leisure, however, to think of the establishment of the
sons of Frederick; and in 1756 George II. sent a message to his
grandson, now Prince of Wales, whereby he offered him 40,000l. a-
year and apartments at Kensington and St. James’s. The prince
accepted the allowance, but declined the residence, on the ground
that separation from his mother would be painful to her. When this
plea was made, the prince, as Dodington remarks in his diary, did
not live with his mother, either in town or country. The prince’s
brother Edward, afterwards created Duke of York, was furnished with
a modest revenue of 5,000l. a-year. The young prince is said to have
been not insensible to the attractions of Lady Essex, daughter of Sir
Charles Williams. ‘The prince,’ says Walpole, ‘has got his liberty, and
seems extremely disposed to use it, and has great life and good
humour. She has already made a ball for him. Sir Richard Lyttelton
was so wise as to make her a visit, and advise her not to meddle
with politics; that the Princess (Dowager of Wales) would conclude
that it was a plan laid for bringing together Prince Edward and Mr.
Fox. As Mr. Fox was not just the person my Lady Essex was thinking
of bringing together with Prince Edward, she replied, very cleverly,
“And, my dear Sir Richard, let me advise you not to meddle with
politics neither.”’
From the attempt to establish the Prince of Wales under his own
superintendence, the King was called to mourn over the death of
another child.
The truth-loving Caroline Elizabeth was unreservedly beloved by
her parents, was worthy of the affection, and repaid it by an ardent
attachment. She was fair, good, accomplished, and unhappy. The
cause of her unhappiness may be perhaps more than guessed at in
the circumstance of her retiring from the world on the death of Lord
Hervey. The sentiment with which he had, for the sake of vanity or
ambition, inspired her was developed into a sort of motherly love for
his children, for whom she exhibited great and constant regard.
Therewith she was conscious of but one strong desire—a desire to
die. For many years previous to her decease she lived in her father’s
palace, literally ‘cloistered up,’ inaccessible to nearly all, yet with
active sympathy for the poor and suffering classes in the metropolis.
Walpole, speaking of the death of the Princess Caroline, the third
daughter of George II., says: ‘Though her state of health had been
so dangerous for years, and her absolute confinement for many of
them, her disorder was, in a manner, new and sudden, and her
death unexpected by herself, though earnestly her wish. Her
goodness was constant and uniform, her generosity immense, her
charities most extensive; in short, I, no royalist, could be lavish in her
praise. What will divert you is that the Duke of Norfolk’s and Lord
Northumberland’s upper servants have asked leave to put
themselves in mourning, not out of regard for this admirable
princess, but to be more sur le bon ton. I told the duchess I
supposed they would expect her to mourn hereafter for their
relations.’
The princess died in December 1757, and early in the following
year the King was seized with a serious fit of illness, which
terminated in a severe attack of gout, ‘which had never been at court
above twice in his reign,’ says Walpole, and the appearance of which
was considered as giving the royal sufferer a chance of five or six
years more of life. But it was not to be so; for the old royal lion in the
Tower had just expired, and people who could ‘put that and that
together’ could not but pronounce oraculary that the royal man would
follow the royal brute. ‘Nay,’ says Lord Chesterfield to his son, ‘this
extravagancy was believed by many above people.’ The fine
gentleman means that it was believed by many of his own class.
It was not the old King, however, who was first to be summoned
from the royal circle by the Inevitable Angel. A young princess
passed away before the more aged Sovereign. Walpole has a word
or two to say upon the death of the Princess Elizabeth, the second
daughter of Frederick, Prince of Wales, who died in the September
of this year. The immediate cause of death was an inflammation,
which carried her off in two days. ‘Her figure,’ he says, ‘was so very
unfortunate that it would have been difficult for her to be happy; but
her parts and application were extraordinary. I saw her act in “Cato”
at eight years old (when she could not stand alone, but was forced to
lean against the side-scene), better than any of her brothers and
sisters. She had been so unhealthy that, at that age, she had not
been taught to read, but had learned the part of Lucia by hearing the
others study their parts. She went to her father and mother, and
begged she might act. They put her off as gently as they could; she
desired leave to repeat her part, and when she did, it was with so
much sense, that there was no denying her.’
Before George’s hour had yet come, another child was to
precede the aged father to the tomb. In 1759 Anne, the eldest and
least loved of the daughters of Caroline, died in Holland. At the
period of her birth, the 9th of October 1709, her godmother, Queen
Anne, was occupying the throne of England; her grandfather,
George, was Elector of Hanover; Sophia Dorothea was languishing
in the castle of Ahlden, and her father and mother bore the title of
Electoral Prince and Princess. She was born at Hanover; and was
five years old when, with her sister, Amelia Sophia, who was two
years younger, her mother, the Princess Caroline, afterwards Queen,
arrived in this country on the 15th of October 1714. She early
exhibited a haughty and imperious disposition; possessed very little
feeling for, and exercised very little gentleness towards, those who
even rendered her a willing service. Queen Caroline sharply
corrected this last defect. She discovered that the princess was
accustomed to make one of her ladies-in-waiting stand by her
bedside every night, and read aloud to her till she fell asleep. On one
occasion the princess kept her lady standing so long, that she at last
fainted from sheer fatigue. On the following night, when Queen
Caroline had retired to rest, she sent for her offending daughter, and
requested her to read aloud to her for a while. The princess was
about to take a chair, but the Queen said she could hear her better if
she read standing. Anne obeyed, and read till fatigue made her
pause. ‘Go on,’ said the Queen; ‘it entertains me.’ Anne went on,
sulkily and wearily; till, increasingly weary, she once more paused for
rest and looked round for a seat. ‘Continue, continue,’ said the
Queen, ‘I am not yet tired of listening.’ Anne burst into tears with
vexation, and confessed that she was tired both of standing and
reading, and was ready to sink with fatigue. ‘If you feel so faint from
one evening of such employment, what must your attendants feel,
upon whom you force the same discipline night after night? Be less
selfish, my child, in future, and do not indulge in luxuries purchased
at the cost of weariness and ill-health to others.’ Anne did not profit
by the lesson; and few people were warmly attached to the proud
and egotistical lady.
The princess spent nearly twenty years in England, and a little
more than a quarter of a century in Holland; the last seven years of
that period she was a widow. Her last thoughts were for the
aggrandisement of her family; and, when she was battling with
death, she rallied her strength in order to sign the contract of
marriage between her daughter and the Prince Nassau Walberg,
and to write a letter to the States General, requesting them to
sanction the match. Having accomplished this, the eldest daughter of
Caroline laid down the pen, and calmly awaited the death which was
not long in coming.
It remains for us now only to speak of the demise of the husband
of Caroline. On the night of Friday, the 25th of October 1760, the
King retired to rest at an early hour, and well in health. At six (next
morning) he drank his usual cup of chocolate, walked to the window,
looked out upon Kensington Gardens, and made some observation
upon the direction of the wind, which had lately delayed the mails
from Holland, and which kept from him intelligence which he was
anxious to receive, and which he was saved the pain of hearing.
George had said to the page-in-waiting that he would take a turn in
the garden; and he was on his way thither, at seven o’clock, when
the attendant heard the sound of a fall. He entered the room through
which the King was passing on his way to the garden, and he found
George II. lying on the ground, with a wound on the right side of his
face, caused by striking it in his fall against the side of a bureau. He
could only say, ‘Send for Amelia,’ and then, gasping for breath, died.
Whilst the sick, almost deaf, and purblind daughter of the King was
sent for, the message being that her father wished to speak to her,
the servants carried the body to the bed from which the King had so
lately risen. They had not time to close the eyes, when the princess
entered the room. Before they could inform her of the unexpected
catastrophe, she had advanced to the bedside: she stooped over
him, fancying that he was speaking to her, and that she could not
hear his words. The poor lady was sensibly shocked; but she did not
lose her presence of mind. She despatched messengers for
surgeons and wrote to the Prince of Wales. The medical men were
speedily in attendance; but he was beyond mortal help, and they
could only conclude that the King had died of the rupture of some
vessel of the heart, as he had for years been subject to palpitation of
that organ. Dr. Beilby Porteous, in his panegyrising epitaph on the
monarch, considers his death as having been appropriate and
necessary. He had accomplished all for which he had been
commissioned by Heaven, and had received all the rewards in return
which Heaven could give to man on earth:—