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 great and splendid inheritance of the throne of England already
flitted before Sophia’s dazzled eyes. English events absorbed her to the
exclusion of others, and the affairs of the court of Hanover were mere
village politics beside them. Sophia had one virtue for which every
Englishman will love her. She loved “her country,” as she called
England, with all her heart and soul and strength; “her country,” which
she had never seen, which she was destined never to see; “her country,”
over which her grandfather had reigned a well-nigh absolute monarch;
“her country,” to which her mother had gone back, as to home, to end her
days; “her country,” for which her brother, the dashing Prince Rupert,
had fought on the King’s side throughout the Great Rebellion; “her
country,” over which her son was to reign and her children’s children
from generation to generation. The reproach of being German and alien in
sympathy, later, often urged against the House of Hanover, could never
have been brought against Sophia, for her heart was as “entirely
English” as Queen Anne’s. She early imbibed her love for England and
things English. She spoke the language fluently, far better than many a
Stuart. She was learned in England’s history, its customs, and its laws.
She had an English maid always with her. In her youth she had been
within measurable distance of becoming Queen Consort of England; in her
old age she was within an ace of being Queen Regnant.[17] It is a pity
she was never Queen of England. She would have been another and a wiser
Elizabeth, whom in many ways she strongly resembled—in her love of
statecraft, her broad and liberal view of things, her contempt for
jarring creeds, her wisdom and resource. Yes, it is a thousand pities
she was never Queen of England; she would have made a wiser ruler than
any of her Stuart cousins, and a far better than any of her descendants,
save only the present illustrious occupant of the throne, and his
revered mother, whose long and beneficent reign won for her the first
place among England’s monarchs of any dynasty.
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Footnote 17:
She died less than three months before Queen Anne.
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CHAPTER IV.
PRINCE GEORGE GOES A-WOOING.
(1681-1682.)
He that travels in a country before he has some entrance into the
language, goeth to school and not to travel.—BACON.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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