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
The Electress of Brandenburg did not go to Luisburg after all. Elaborate
preparations had been made for her reception, for Duke Ernest Augustus
was anxious to gain his powerful son-in-law’s support for the coveted
Electorate, and so wished to treat his daughter with special honour. But
the Elector of Brandenburg hung back, and at the eleventh hour the
Electress changed her plans, to the great chagrin of her parents. By
this time Princess Sophie Dorothea was well on her way to Wiesbaden,
where she stayed with her mother for some weeks. Before returning to
Hanover she visited the Frankfort fair. Frankfort was even then a place
of considerable importance, and the annual fair was a carnival to which
all the great world flocked from far and wide. It was very natural for
the Princess to wish to see it when she was so near, and she hardly
merited Königsmarck’s reproaches for going. She writes to her lover _en
route_ to Wiesbaden:—
“EIMBECK,[158] _August_ 12/22.
“I am writing haphazard; but I cannot exist any longer without
assuring you that I love you, and absence only increases my passion. I
am not telling you everything that has happened every day, for I fear
my letter might be lost, and then all the different places I should
have to name would disclose everything. I will send you a list when I
arrive, if anything worth mentioning takes place. I think of you from
morning to night; it is my only occupation and pleasure. I am so
delighted to think I am getting nearer the time when we shall meet
again. I have no end of dreams concerning that meeting; they are
pleasant, though impossible. I am told you are losing money at play. I
am grieved, but one cannot be lucky in everything; your gains in love
must console you for your losses at cards. I hope you will return [to
Hanover] about the same time as I do.”
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Footnote 158:
Eimbeck, a little town on the road, in Grubenhagen.
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“[WIESBADEN,] _August_ 21/31
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