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
“I went to pay my respects to La Platen yesterday, and she proposed
_une partie pour dîner chez un cabaretier_, each man to take his lady.
I said promptly, ‘I will take Madame la Capitaine’. La Platen became
as red as scarlet, and screamed out, ‘I will take Monsieur Balati’.
She was in such a temper all through dinner that every one noticed it.
I doubt if she will forgive me the slight; but that is the least of my
troubles. So long as you are faithful I count the rest as nothing.”
_The Princess to Königsmarck._
“[WIENHAUSEN,] _Wednesday, July_ 5/15.
“I am at last out of anxiety; to-night I received two of your letters.
I am grateful for your kindness in granting my prayer about the
campaign, and I vow that I will never ask anything that might harm
your honour. As they tell you, Pless[204] is disgraced, and they
formerly offered you his place; it is certain they will now offer it
again. They are sounding you about it. I am terribly frightened every
time promotion is offered you, though I am greatly distressed to think
that I am the cause of your refusing it. Yet I should die of grief if
you were to accept, for it would take you away from me so far that it
would scarcely leave any hope of my seeing you again. You know well
enough that without you life is nothing to me; you take the place of
all. Do not abandon me, for the sake of the love I bear you.
“I tremble at all you tell me about your embarrassments; I feel them
more than if they were my own, for you are dearer to me than myself.
My father and mother have quite made it up, and are on better terms
than ever. I do not give up all hope of getting my wish, and I will
not throw up the game even if they refuse me. But I find this a very
unfavourable time, for they talk of nothing but the war, and
difficulties arise on every side. We must wait until a more convenient
season. My father is more affectionate to me than ever, and my mother
overwhelms me with kindness; every day she assures me that all she
possesses in the world is for me, so I am at rest about that. If only
my father were the same I should be free of my troubles. I will die
rather than ‘devote myself to the Prince,’ as you think I shall be
compelled to do. There is no difficulty I will not conquer to be
united to you. It is the dearest wish of my heart, and I think I shall
succeed. I trust to the good-will of Bernstorff. My mother urges him
every day to make the estates of the duchy give me thirty thousand
crowns; but this terrible war will delay the business.
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