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 have not been out of my room to-day, and my journal will be very
long. I am going to bed, as I am worn out, but I shall not be able to
sleep. How can I, when I have such a big boy as you in my head?”
“[HANOVER,] _August_ 5.
“This is the sixth day since you left, and I have not had a word from
you. What neglect and what disdain! In what way have I deserved such
treatment? Is it for loving you to adoration, for having sacrificed
everything? But what use to remind you of this? My suspense is worse
than death; nothing can equal the torments this cruel anxiety makes me
suffer. What an ill fate is mine, good God! What shame to love without
being loved! I was born to love you, and I shall love you as long as I
live. If it be true that you have changed, and I have no end of
reasons for fearing so, I wish you no punishment save that of never
finding, wherever you may be, a love and fidelity equal to mine. I
wish, despite the pleasures of fresh conquests, you may never cease to
regret the love and tenderness that I have shown you. You will never
find in the whole world any one so loving and so sincere. I love you
more than woman has ever loved man. But I tell you the same things too
often; you must be tired of them. Do not count it ill, I implore you,
nor grudge me the sad consolation of complaining of your harshness. I
am very anxious for fear they have detained the letter you were to
have written to me from Celle. I have not received a word; everything
conspires to crush me. Perhaps in addition to the fact that you no
longer love me, I am on the eve of being utterly lost. It is too much
all at once; I shall break down under it. I must end this to-morrow; I
shall go to Communion.”
This is the last of the Princess’s letters preserved in this
correspondence; she ends as she began, full of love and tender
reproaches. The remaining letters are written by Königsmarck, and we
have to invoke the aid of external evidence to fill up the blanks.
Unfortunately this is meagre, for Colt (whose entry book has been a
trusty guide) had left Celle on his last diplomatic mission early in
July. His orders were to attend the Elector of Saxony during his
campaign on the Rhine. The fatigue of the long marches was too much for
him, and he died suddenly at the Saxon headquarters, in August, a martyr
to duty if ever there was one, leaving his widow, who was at Celle, very
badly off. He was succeeded by Cresset, who did not take up his duties
at the courts of Celle and Hanover until the following January.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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