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no word fell from the prince or princess to persuade her to the
contrary. When the royal carriage had arrived to conduct her away,
her son led her downstairs, and at the coach door, ‘to make the mob
believe that he was never wanting in any respect, he kneeled down
in the dirty street, and kissed her hand. As soon as this operation
was over, he put her Majesty into the coach, and then returned to the
steps of his own door, leaving his sisters to get through the dirt and
the mob, by themselves, as they could. Nor did there come to the
Queen any message, either from the prince or princess, to thank her
afterwards for the trouble she had taken, or for the honour she had
done them in this visit.’ This was the last time the mother and son
met in this world. Horace Walpole well observes of the scene that it
must have caused the Queen’s indignation to shrink into mere
contempt.
The Queen’s wrath never subsided beyond a cold expression of
forgiveness to the prince when she was on her death-bed; but she
resolutely refused to see him when that solemn hour arrived, a few
months subsequently. She was blamed for this; but her contempt
was too deeply rooted to allow her to act otherwise to one who had
done all he could to embitter the peace of his father. She sent to him,
it is said, her blessing and pardon; ‘but conceiving the extreme
distress it would lay on the King, should he thus be forced to forgive
so impenitent a son, or to banish him if once recalled, she heroically
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preferred a meritorious husband to a worthless child.’
Had the prince been sincere in his expressions when addressing
either of his parents by letter after the delivery of his wife, it is not
impossible but that a reconciliation might have followed. His studied
disrespect towards the Queen was, however, too strongly marked to
allow of this conclusion to the quarrel. He invariably omitted to speak
of her as ‘your Majesty;’ Madam, and you, were the simple and
familiar terms employed by him. Indeed, he more than once told her
that he considered that the Prince of Wales took precedence of the
Queen-consort; at which Caroline would contemptuously laugh, and
assure her ‘dear Fritz’ that he need not press the point, for even if
she were to die, the King could not marry him!
It was for mere annoyance’ sake that he declared, at the end of
August, after the christening of his daughter, that she should not be
called the ‘Princess Augusta,’ but the ‘Lady Augusta,’ according to
the old English fashion. At the same time he declared that she
should be styled ‘Your Royal Highness,’ although such style had
never been used towards his own sisters before their father’s
accession to the crown.
It will hardly be thought necessary to go through the
documentary history of what passed between the Sovereigns and
their son before he was finally ejected from St. James’s Palace.
Wrong as he was in his quarrel, ‘Fritz’ kept a better temper, though
with as bitter a spirit as his parents. On the 13th of September, the
day before that fixed on for the prince’s departure, ‘the Queen, at
breakfast, every now and then repeated, I hope in God I shall never
see him again; and the King, among many other paternal douceurs
in his valediction to his son, said: Thank God! to-morrow night the
puppy will be out of my house.’ The Queen thought her son would
rather like, than otherwise, to be made a martyr of; but it was
represented to her, that however much it might have suited him to be
made one politically, there was more disgrace to him personally in
the present expulsion than he would like to digest. The King
maintained that his son had not sense of his own to find this out; and
that as he listened only to boobies, fools, and madmen, he was not
likely to have his case truly represented to him. And then the King
ran through the list of his son’s household; and Lord Carnarvon was
set down as being as coxcombical and irate a fool as his master;
Lord Townshend, for a proud, surly booby; Lord North, as a poor
creature; Lord Baltimore, as a trimmer; and ‘Johnny Lumley’ (the
brother of Lord Scarborough), as, if nothing else, at least ‘a stuttering
puppy.’ Such, it is said, were the followers of a prince, of whom his
royal mother remarked, that he was ‘a mean fool’ and ‘a poor-spirited
beast.’
While this dissension was at its hottest, the Queen fell ill of the
gout. She was so unwell, so weary of being in bed, and so desirous
of chatting with Lord Hervey, that she now for the first time broke
through the court etiquette, which would not admit a man, save the
Sovereign, into the royal bed-chamber. The noble lord was with her
there during the whole day of each day that her confinement lasted.
She was too old, she said, to have the honour of being talked of for
it; and so, to suit her humour, the old ceremony was dispensed with.
Lord Hervey sate by her bed-side, gossiped the live-long day; and on
one occasion, when the Prince of Wales sent Lord North with a
message of enquiry after her health, he amused the Queen by
turning the message into very slipshod verse, the point of which is at
once obscure and ill-natured, but which seems to imply that the
prince would have been well content had the gout, instead of being
in her foot, attacked her stomach.
The prince had been guilty of no such indecency as this; but
there was no lack of provocation to make him commit himself. When
he was turned out of St. James’s, he was not permitted to take with
him a single article of furniture. The royal excuse was, that the
furniture had been purchased, on the prince’s marriage, at the King’s
cost, and was his Majesty’s property. It was suggested that sheets
ought not to be considered as furniture; and that the prince and
princess could not be expected to carry away their dirty linen in
baskets. ‘Why not?’ asked the King; ‘it is good enough for them!’
Such were the petty circumstances with which Caroline and her
consort troubled themselves at the period in question. They at once
hurt their own dignity and made their son look ridiculous. The great
partisan of the latter (Lord Baltimore) did not rescue his master from
ridicule by comparing his conduct to that of the heroic Charles XII. of
Sweden. But the comparison was one to be expected from a man
whom the King had declared to be, in a great degree, a booby, and,
in a trifling degree, mad.
As soon as the prince had established himself at Kew, he was
waited on by Lord Carteret, Sir William Wyndham, and Mr. Pulteney.
The King could not conceal his anger under an affected contempt of
these persons or of their master. He endeavoured to satisfy himself
by abusing the latter, and by remarking that ‘they would soon be tired
of the puppy, who was, moreover, a scoundrel and a fool; and who
would talk more fiddle-faddle to them in a day than any old woman
talks in a week.’
The prince continued to address letters both to the King and
Queen, full of affected concern, expressed in rather impertinent
phrases. The princess addressed others, in which she sought to
justify her husband’s conduct; but as in all these notes there was a
studied disrespect of Caroline, the King would neither consent to
grant an audience to the offenders, nor would the Queen interfere to
induce him to relent.
The Queen, indeed, did not scruple to visit with her displeasure
all those courtiers who showed themselves inclined to bring about a
reconciliation; and yet she manifested some leaning towards Lord
Carteret, the chief agent of her son. This disposition alarmed
Walpole, who took upon himself to remind her that her minister could
serve her purpose better than her son’s, and that it was of the utmost
importance that she should conquer in this strife. ‘Is your son to be
bought?’ said Walpole. ‘If you will buy him, I will get him cheaper
than Carteret.’ Caroline answered only with ‘a flood of grace, good
words, favour, and professions’ of having full confidence in her own
minister—that is, Walpole himself—who had served her so long and
so faithfully.
A trait of Caroline’s character may here be mentioned, as
indicative of how she could help to build up her own reputation for
shrewdness by using the materials of others. Sir Robert Walpole, in
conversation with Lord Hervey, gave him some account of an
interview he had had with the Queen. The last-named gentleman
believed all the great minister had told him, because the Queen
herself had, in speaking of the subject to Lord Hervey, used the
precise terms now employed by Walpole. The subject was the
lukewarmness of some of the noblemen about court to serve the
King: the expression used was—‘People who keep hounds must not
hang every one that runs a little slower than the rest, provided, in the
main, they will go with the pack; one must not expect them all to run
just alike and to be equally good.’ Hervey told Walpole of the use
made by the Queen of this phrase, and Sir Robert naturally enough
remarked, ‘He was always glad when he heard she repeated as her
own any notion he had endeavoured to infuse, because it was a sign
what he had laboured had taken place.’
Meanwhile the prince was of himself doing little that could tend
to anything else than widen the breach already existing between him
and his family. He spoke aloud of what he would do when he came
to be King. His intentions, as reported by Caroline, were that she,
when she was Queen-dowager, should be ‘fleeced, flayed, and
minced.’ The Princess Amelia was to be kept in strict confinement;
the Princess Caroline left to starve; of the little princesses, Mary and
Louisa, then about fourteen and thirteen years of age, he made no
mention; and of his brother, the Duke of Cumberland, he always
spoke ‘with great affectation of kindness.’
Despite this imprudent conduct, endeavours continued to be
made by the prince and his friends, in order to bring about the
reconciliation which nobody seemed very sincere in desiring. The
Duke of Newcastle had implored the Princess Amelia, ‘For God’s
sake!’ to do her utmost ‘to persuade the Queen to make things up
with the prince before this affair was pushed to an extremity which
might make the wound incurable.’ The Queen is said to have been
exceedingly displeased with the Duke of Newcastle for thus
interfering in the matter. The Princess of Wales, however, continued
to write hurried and apparently earnest notes to the Queen, thanking
her for her kindness in standing godmother to her daughter, treating
her with ‘Your Majesty,’ and especially defending her own husband,
while affecting to deplore that his conduct, misrepresented, had
incurred the displeasure of their Majesties. ‘I am deeply afflicted,’ so
runs a note of the 17th of September, ‘at the manner in which the
prince’s conduct has been represented to your Majesties, especially
with regard to the two journeys which we made from Hampton Court
to London the week previous to my confinement. I dare assure your
Majesties, that the medical man and midwife were then of opinion
that I should not be confined before the month of September, and
that the indisposition of which I complained was nothing more than
the cholic. And besides, madam, is it credible, that if I had gone
twice to London with the design and in the expectation of being
confined there, I should have returned to Hampton Court? I flatter
myself that time and the good offices of your Majesty will bring about
a happy change in a situation of affairs, the more deplorable for me
inasmuch as I am the innocent cause of it,’ &c.
This letter, delivered as the King and Queen were going to
chapel, was sent by the latter to Walpole, who repaired to the royal
closet in the chapel, where Caroline asked him what he thought of
this last performance? The answer was very much to the purpose.
Sir Robert said, he detected ‘you lie, you lie, you lie, from one end of
it to the other.’ Caroline agreed that the lie was flung at her by the
writer.
There was as much discussion touching the reply which should
be sent to this grievously offending note as if it had been a protocol
of the very first importance. One was for having it smart, another
formal, another so shaped that it should kindly treat the princess as
blameless, and put an end to further correspondence, with some
general wishes as to the future conduct of ‘Fritz.’ This was done, and
the letter was despatched. What effect it had upon the conduct of the
person alluded to may be discerned in the fact that when, on
Thursday, the 22nd of September, the prince and princess received
at Carlton House the Lord Mayor and Corporation of London, with an
address of congratulation on the birth of the Princess Augusta, the
lords of the prince’s present council distributed to everybody in the
room copies of the King’s message to the prince, ordering him to quit
St. James’s, and containing reflections against all persons who might
even visit the prince. The lords, particularly the Duke of Marlborough
and Lords Chesterfield and Carteret, deplored the oppression under
which the Prince of Wales struggled. His highness also spoke to the
citizens in terms calculated—certainly intended—to win their favour.
He did not acquire all the popular favour he expected. Thus,
when, during the repairs of Carlton House, he occupied the
residence of the Duke of Norfolk, in St. James’s Square—a
residence which the duke and duchess refused to let to him, until
they had obtained the sanction of the King and Queen—‘he reduced
the number of his inferior servants, which made him many enemies
among the lower sort of people.’ He also diminished his stud, and
‘farmed all his tables, even that of the princess and himself.’ In other
words, his tables were supplied by a cook at so much per head.
His position was one, however, which was sure to procure for
him a degree of popularity, irrespective of his real merits. The latter,
however, were not great nor numerous, and even his own officers
considered their interests far before those of him they served—or
deserted. At the theatre, however, he was the popular hero of the
hour, and when once, on being present at the representation of
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‘Cato,’ the words—
were received with loud huzzas, the prince joined in the applause, to
show how he appreciated, and perhaps applied, the lines.
Although the King’s alleged oppression towards his son was
publicly canvassed by the latter, the prince and his followers
invariably named the Queen as the true author of it. The latter, in
commenting on this filial course, constantly sacrificed her dignity. ‘My
dear lord,’ said Caroline, once, to Lord Hervey, ‘I will give it you
under my hand, if you have any fear of my relapsing, that my dear
first-born is the greatest ass, and the greatest liar, and the greatest
canaille, and the greatest beast, in the whole world, and that I most
heartily wish he was out of it!’ The King continued to treat him in
much the same strain, adding, courteously, that he had often asked
the Queen if the beast were his son. ‘The Queen was a great while,’
said he, ‘before her maternal affection would give him up for a fool,
and yet I told her so before he had been acting as if he had no
common sense.’ While so hard upon the conduct of their son, an
entry from Lord Hervey’s diary will show us what was their own: the
King’s with regard to decency, the Queen’s with respect to truth.
Whilst the Queen was talking one morning touching George I.’s
will and other family matters, with Lord Hervey, ‘the King opened her
door at the further end of the gallery; upon which the Queen chid
Lord Hervey for coming so late, saying, that she had several things
to say to him, and that he was always so long in coming, after he
was sent for, that she never had any time to talk with him. To which
Lord Hervey replied, that it was not his fault, for that he always came
the moment he was called; that he wished, with all his heart, the
King had more love, or Lady Deloraine more wit, that he might have
more time with her Majesty; but that he thought it very hard that he
should be snubbed and reproved because the King was old and
Lady Deloraine a fool. This made the Queen laugh; and the King
asking, when he came up to her, what it was at, she said it was at a
conversation Lord Hervey was reporting between the prince and Mr.
Lyttelton, on his being made secretary. The King desired him to
repeat it. Lord Hervey got out of the difficulty as he best could. When
the Queen and my lord next met, she said: “I think I was one with
you for your impertinence.” To which Lord Hervey replied, “The next
time you serve me so, madam, perhaps I may be even with you, and
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desire your Majesty to repeat as well as report.”’
It may be noticed here, that both Frederick and the Queen’s
party published copies of the French correspondence which had
passed between the two branches of the family at feud, and that in
the translations appended to the letters, each party was equally
unscrupulous in giving such turns to the phrases as should serve
only one side, and injure the adverse faction. Bishop Sherlock, who
set the good fashion of residing much within his own diocese, once
ventured to give an opinion upon the prince’s conduct, which at least
served to show that the prelate was not a very finished courtier.
Bishops who reside within their dioceses, and trouble themselves
little with what takes place beyond it, seldom are. The bishop said
that the prince had lacked able counsellors, had weakly played his
game into the King’s hands, and made a blunder which he would
never retrieve. This remark provoked Caroline to say—‘I hope, my
lord, this is not the way you intend to speak your disapprobation of
my son’s measures anywhere else; for your saying that, by his
conduct lately, he has played his game into the King’s hands, one
would imagine you thought the game had been before in his own;
and though he has made his game still worse than it was, I am far
from thinking it ever was a good one, or that he had ever much
chance to win.’
Caroline, and indeed her consort also, conjectured that the
public voice and opinion were expressed in favour of the occupants
of the throne from the fact, that the birthday drawing-room of the
30th of October was the most splendid and crowded which had ever
been known since the King’s accession. That King himself probably
little cared whether he were popular or not. He was at this time
buying hundreds of lottery-tickets, out of the secret-service money,
and making presents of them to Madame Walmoden. A few fell,
perhaps, to the share of Lady Deloraine: ‘He’ll give her a couple of
tickets,’ said Walpole, ‘and think her generously used.’ His Majesty
would have rejoiced if he could have divided so easily his double
possession of England and Hanover. He had long entertained a wish
to give the Electorate to his second son, William of Cumberland, and
entertained a very erroneous idea that the English parliament could
assist him in altering the law of succession in the Electorate.
Caroline had, perhaps, not a much more correctly formed idea. She
had a conviction, however, touching her son, which was probably
better founded. ‘I knew,’ she said, ‘he would sell not only his
reversion in the Electorate, but even in this kingdom, if the Pretender
would give him five or six hundred thousand pounds in present; but,
thank God! he has neither right nor power to sell his family—though
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his folly and his knavery may sometimes distress them.’
CHAPTER VIII.
DEATH OF CAROLINE.