Marriage of Princess Augusta to the Prince of Brunswick--His reception at Harwich--Wedding performed with maimed rites-- The Prince at the opera--A scene--Odd mode of travelling of the bride and bridegroom--Issue of this marriage--Dashing replies of Princess Caroline--Her mother the Duchess a weak and coarse-minded woman--Education of German princesses-- Infamous conduct of the Duke of York--Lord Malmesbury sent to demand Princess Caroline in marriage for the Prince of Wales-- His account of the Princess--Eloquence of the Duchess on the virtues of the Princess--The Duke’s mistress, and picture of the Court of Brunswick--The Duchess’s stories of bygone times --The marriage by proxy--Celebration of the wedding-day-- The marriage treaty--Eccentricity of the Duke--Education of the Princess neglected--The courtesan champion of morality --The Duke’s fears for the Princess--Lady Jersey and the Queen--Lord Malmesbury’s advice to the Princess--Madame do Hertzfeldt’s portraits of the Princess--The Princess’s exuberant spirits at a court masquerade--More admonitions by Lord Malmesbury--Madame de Waggenheim’s taunt, and Lord Malmesbury’s thrust _en carte_. On the 12th of January 1764, Charles William Frederick, the hereditary Prince of Brunswick, landed at Harwich (then the portal by which royal brides and bridegrooms had ingress to and egress from England), to take the hand which had been already asked and not over-graciously granted of the Princess Augusta, the sister of George III. This half-reluctance was on the part of the King and Queen, but especially of the latter. There was none on the part of the bride. The young Prince was a knightly man, lacking a knightly aspect. His manner was better than his looks. His reputation as a hero was, however, so great that the people of Harwich, expecting to see an Adonis, nearly pulled down the house in which he temporarily sojourned, in order to obtain a better view of the illustrious stranger. When the Prince did show himself they were rather disappointed. His renown for courage, however, made amends for all shortcomings, and even the Quakers of Harwich warmed into enthusiasm. One, more eager than the rest, not only forced his way into the Prince’s apartment, but took off his hat to him, called him ‘Noble friend!’ kissed his hand, and protested that, though not a fighting man himself, he loved those who _could_ fight well. ‘Thou art a valiant Prince,’ said he, ‘and art to be married to a lovely Princess. Love her, make her a good husband, and the Lord bless you both!’ The bridegroom got no such warm greeting from any other quarter as he did from the Quaker, and it is to be regretted that he did not follow the counsel which was offered him by his humble and hearty friend. He loved his wife and made her such a husband as heroes are too wont to do--who are accustomed to love their neighbours’ wives better than their own.