The love of an uncrowned queen : $b Sophie Dorothea, consort of George I, and her correspondence with Philip Christopher, Count KönigsmarckWilkins, W. H. (William Henry)
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The love of an uncrowned queen : $b Sophie Dorothea, consort of George I, and her correspondence with Philip Christopher, Count Königsmarck
Wilkins, W. H. (William Henry)
Königsmarck, Christopher von, 1665-1694; Sophia Dorothea, consort of George I, King of Great Britain, 1666-1726
“We start to-morrow for Celle, where I hope to find some letters from
you; I am in sore need of them to deliver me from this anxiety. I have
not a moment of peace. I am trembling for fear we are betrayed; but
what I fear most of all is your violent temper, which will not let you
reflect in the least, nor give a thought without at once believing me
guilty. This suspense is driving me mad. To-morrow I shall know what
to expect. If I find nothing I am lost. Good-bye.”
CHAPTER XV.
DOUBTS AND FEARS.
Ah, Love, but a day,
And the world has changed!
The sun’s away
And the bird estranged.
BROWNING, _James Lee’s Wife_.
The floods having abated, the court of Celle left Brockhausen and
returned to Celle. The Princess accompanied her parents and continued to
stay with them. She feared at one time she might have to join the
Hanoverian court at Luisburg; but instead she remained at Celle, and
made preparations for a long visit to Wiesbaden with her mother. On
arriving at Celle she writes to Königsmarck:—
“CELLE, _July_ 9.
“I was burning with impatience to get here,[127] for I hoped to find
your letters. Alas! there were none, and I spent a night of tears.
Again I hoped to receive one this morning. My hope was vain, and for
the last eight days, ever since you wrote me that cruel letter, I fear
that we are betrayed. I am trembling on the edge of a precipice, but
my own danger is the least of my anxieties. I scarcely think of the
misfortunes, inevitable and unavoidable, which surely await me if
discovered: you, only, occupy my thoughts. More than death or disgrace
I fear that you may leave me; if you do, there is no more happiness
for me. You are all my life, and if I lose you, nothing in the world
will console me. I shall not have a moment of peace until my fears are
set at rest.
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