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
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_The Princess to Königsmarck._
“[LUISBURG,] _Friday_, _June_ 9/19, _One o’clock after midnight_.
“I did not expect to get any news from you so soon, so picture my joy
when I received a thick packet. Alas! my joy did not last long, for if
the beginning of your letter is delightful, the end of it is much the
reverse. I should have written to you even if I had not received it,
for my only pleasure is to make you remember me, and I could not go to
bed without assuring you of my love and faithfulness. I am heartbroken
at not being able to see you, and until we meet again I shall find no
relief from my sorrows. But I don’t know why I tell you all this: you
do not feel the same towards me, as your conduct shows only too well.
I am not at all pleased with you for going to La Platen’s supper
party; it pierces me to the heart. You have certainly a command over
your feelings which I cannot hope to imitate. It would not have been
possible for _me_ to have shown my face at a party the very day we
bade farewell, but I am sure you concealed your emotions so well that
no one suspected you of sorrow. I do not wish to reproach you, but if
it be true that you love me, you should be sorry for showing it so
little. Surely I deserve better of you, for the way I live and the
sorrow I suffer might let you deprive yourself of a little amusement.
I can hide my grief so little that Sitardie to-day asked me the cause
of my sadness, and then he went on to say he was going to compose a
lament on your absence! I came late from my room, and went only a
moment to see the company playing cards. The Elector wants me to take
a hand at Neike (?), so that he may play with me; Ilten to be a third.
I shall keep out of his way, for I have not the same command over my
feelings as you. I drove out with the Electress. We were quite alone,
and she spoke of you and said you were _très gentil_. Balati[193]
offered me his hand when I came down to supper. I should have refused
him had I dared, for it suffices that he is no friend of yours for me
to hate him. After supper I kept close to the Electress; she went to
the table, and the game ended a moment after. I retired as soon as I
could, and walked with La Confidente under the trees near the palace.
See the difference between my conduct and yours, and think how much my
love is above yours. I shun everybody, I am careful over the smallest
trifle; yet, no sooner am I gone than you forget your vows and console
yourself with a woman who hates me. No! Nothing can excuse your
conduct, nothing can be more unkind. You had no end of pretexts for
declining that supper party, yet you went. I tremble for the future.
What will it be, _Grand Dieu!_ in a few months, if you can do such a
thing on the very day I leave? You are so easily comforted. I cannot
write more—for my tears.”
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Footnote 193:
The French envoy.
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Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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