"They were only," she said, "watching her death, and would gladly tear her to pieces whilst she was alive." Whilst thus she spoke of her son"s courtiers, that son was sitting up all night in his house in Pall Mall, and saying, when any messenger came in from St. James"s, "Well, sure, we shall soon have good news, she cannot hold out much longer." And the princesses were writing letters to prevent the Princess Royal from coming to England, where she was certain to meet with brutal unkindness from her father, who could not endure to be put to any expense. Orders were, indeed, sent to stop her if she set out. She came, however, on pretence of taking the Bath waters; but George II., furious at her disobedience, obliged her to go direct to and from Bath without stopping, and never forgave her.
Notwithstanding her predictions, the queen survived the fatal Wednesday.
Until this time no prelate had been called in to pray by her majesty, nor to administer the Holy Communion and as people about the court began to be scandalized by this omission, Sir Robert Walpole advised that the Archbishop of Canterbury should be sent for: his opinion was couched in the following terms, characteristic at once of the man, the times, and the court:--
"Pray, madam," he said to the Princess Emily, "let this farce be played; the archbishop will act it very well. You may bid him be as short as you will: it will do the queen no hurt, no more than any good; and it will satisfy all the wise and good fools, who will call us atheists if we don"t pretend to be as great fools as they are."
Unhappily, Lord Hervey, who relates this anecdote, was himself an unbeliever; yet the scoffing tone adopted by Sir Robert seems to have shocked even him.
In consequence of this advice, Archbishop Potter prayed by the queen morning and evening, the king always quitting the room when his grace entered it. Her children, however, knelt by her bedside. Still the whisperers who censured were unsatisfied--the concession was thrown away. Why did not the queen receive the communion? Was it, as the world believed, either "that she had reasoned herself into a very low and cold a.s.sent to Christianity?" or "that she was heterodox?" or "that the archbishop refused to administer the sacrament until she should be reconciled to her son?" Even Lord Hervey, who rarely left the antechamber, has only by his silence proved that she did _not_ take the communion. That antechamber was crowded with persons who, as the prelate left the chamber of death, crowded around, eagerly asking, "Has the queen received?" "Her majesty," was the evasive reply, "is in a heavenly disposition:" the public were thus deceived. Among those who were near the queen at this solemn hour was Dr. Butler, author of the "a.n.a.logy."
He had been made clerk of the closet, and became, after the queen"s death, Bishop of Bristol. He was in a remote living in Durham, when the queen, remembering that it was long since she had heard of him, asked the Archbishop of York "whether Dr. Butler was dead?"--"No, madam,"
replied that prelate (Dr. Blackburn), "but he is buried;" upon which she had sent for him to court. Yet he was not courageous enough, it seems, to speak to her of her son and of the duty of reconciliation; whether she ever sent the prince any message or not is uncertain; Lord Hervey is silent on that point, so that it is to be feared that Lord Chesterfield"s line--
"And, unforgiving, unforgiven, dies!"
had but too sure a foundation in fact; so that Pope"s sarcastic verses--
"Hang the sad verse on Carolina"s urn, And hail her pa.s.sage to the realms of rest; All _parts performed_ and _all_ her children blest,"
may have been but too just, though cruelly bitter. The queen lingered till the 20th of November. During that interval of agony her consort was perpetually boasting to every one of her virtues, her sense, her patience, her softness, her delicacy; and ending with the praise, "_Comme elle soutenoit sa dignite avec grace, avec politesse, avec douceur!_" Nevertheless he scarcely ever went into her room. Lord Hervey states that he did, even in this moving situation, _snub_ her for something or other she did or said. One morning, as she lay with her eyes fixed on a point in the air, as people sometimes do when they want to keep their thoughts from wandering, the king coa.r.s.ely told her "she looked like a calf which had just had its throat cut." He expected her to die in state. Then, with all his bursts of tenderness he always mingled his own praises, hinting that though she was a good wife he knew he had deserved a good one, and remarking, when he extolled her understanding, that he did not "think it the worse for her having kept him company so many years." To all this Lord Hervey listened with, doubtless, well-concealed disgust; for cabals were even then forming for the future influence that might or might not be obtained.
The queen"s life, meantime, was softly ebbing away in this atmosphere of selfishness, brutality, and unbelief. One evening she asked Dr. Tessier impatiently how long her state might continue.
"Your Majesty," was the reply, "will soon be released."
"So much the better," the queen calmly answered.
At ten o"clock that night, whilst the king lay at the foot of her bed, on the floor, and the Princess Emily on a couch-bed in the room, the fearful death-rattle in the throat was heard. Mrs. Purcell, her chief and old attendant, gave the alarm: the Princess Caroline and Lord Hervey were sent for; but the princess was too late, her mother had expired before she arrived. All the dying queen said was, "I have now got an asthma; open the window:" then she added, "_Pray!_" That was her last word. As the Princess Emily began to read some prayers, the sufferer breathed her last sigh. The Princess Caroline held a looking-gla.s.s to her lips, and finding there was no damp on it, said, ""Tis over!" Yet she shed not one tear upon the arrival of that event, the prospect of which had cost her so many heartrending sobs.
The king kissed the lifeless face and hands of his often-injured wife, and then retired to his own apartment, ordering that a page should sit up with him for that and several other nights, for his Majesty was afraid of apparitions, and feared to be left alone. He caused himself, however, to be buried by the side of his queen, in Henry VII."s chapel, and ordered that one side of his coffin and of hers should be withdrawn; and in that state the two coffins were discovered not many years ago.
With the death of Queen Caroline, Lord Hervey"s life, as to court, was changed. He was afterwards made lord privy seal, and had consequently to enter the political world, with the disadvantage of knowing that much was expected from a man of so high a reputation for wit and learning. He was violently opposed by Pelham, Duke of Newcastle, who had been adverse to his entering the ministry, and since, with Walpole"s favour, it was impossible to injure him by fair means, it was resolved to oppose Lord Hervey by foul ones. One evening, when he was to speak, a party of fashionable Amazons, with two d.u.c.h.esses--her grace of Queensberry and her grace of Ancaster--at their head, stormed the House of Lords and disturbed the debate with noisy laughter and sneers. Poor Lord Hervey was completely daunted, and spoke miserably. After Sir Robert Walpole"s fall Lord Hervey retired. The following letter from him to Lady Mary Wortley Montagu fully describes his position and circ.u.mstances:--
"I must now," he writes to her, "since you take so friendly a part in what concerns me, give you a short account of my natural and political health; and when I say I am still alive, and still privy seal, it is all I can say for the pleasure of one or the honour of the other; for since Lord Orford"s retiring, as I am too proud to offer my service and friendship where I am not sure they will be accepted of, and too inconsiderable to have those advances made to me (though I never forgot or failed to return any obligation I ever received), so I remain as ill.u.s.trious a nothing in this office as ever filled it since it was erected. There is one benefit, however, I enjoy from this loss of my court interest, which is, that all those flies which were buzzing about me in the summer sunshine and full ripeness of that interest, have all deserted its autumnal decay, and from thinking my natural death not far off, and my political demise already over, have all forgot the death-bed of the one and the coffin of the other."
Again he wrote to her a characteristic letter:--
"I have been confined these three weeks by a fever, which is a sort of annual tax my detestable const.i.tution pays to our detestable climate at the return of every spring; it is now much abated, though not quite gone off."
He was long a helpless invalid; and on the 8th of August, 1743, his short, unprofitable, brilliant, unhappy life was closed. He died at Ickworth, attended and deplored by his wife, who had ever held a secondary part in the heart of the great wit and beau of the court of George II. After his death his son George returned to Lady Mary all the letters she had written to his father: the packet was sealed: an a.s.surance was at the same time given that they had not been read. In acknowledging this act of attention, Lady Mary wrote that she could almost regret that he had not glanced his eye over a correspondence which might have shown him what so young a man might perhaps be inclined to doubt--"the possibility of a long and steady friendship subsisting between two persons of different s.e.xes without the least mixture of love."
Nevertheless some expressions of Lord Hervey"s seem to have bordered on the tender style, when writing to Lady Mary in such terms as these. She had complained that she was too old to inspire a pa.s.sion (a sort of challenge for a compliment), on which he wrote: "I should think anybody a great fool that said he liked spring better than summer, merely because it is further from autumn, or that they loved green fruit better than ripe only because it was further from being rotten. I ever did, and believe ever shall, like woman best--
""Just in the noon of life--those golden days, When the mind ripens ere the form decays.""
Certainly this looks very unlike a pure Platonic, and it is not to be wondered at that Lady Hervey refused to call on Lady Mary, when, long after Lord Hervey"s death, that fascinating woman returned to England. A wit, a courtier at the very fount of all politeness, Lord Hervey wanted the genuine source of all social qualities--Christianity. That moral refrigerator which checks the kindly current of neighbourly kindness, and which prevents all genial feeling from expanding, produced its usual effect--misanthropy. Lord Hervey"s lines, in his "Satire after the manner of Persius," describe too well his own mental canker:--
"Mankind I know, their motives and their art, Their vice their own, their virtue best apart, Till played so oft, that all the cheat can tell, And dangerous only when "tis acted well."
Lord Hervey left in the possession of his family a ma.n.u.script work, consisting of memoirs of his own time, written in his own autograph, which was clean and legible. This work, which has furnished many of the anecdotes connected with his court life in the foregoing pages, was long guarded from the eye of any but the Hervey family, owing to an injunction given in his will by Augustus, third Earl of Bristol, Lord Hervey"s son, that it should not see the light until after the death of his Majesty George III. It was not therefore published until 1848, when they were edited by Mr. Croker. They are referred to both by Horace Walpole, who had heard of them, if he had not seen them, and by Lord Hailes, as affording the most intimate portraiture of a court that has ever been presented to the English people. Such a delineation as Lord Hervey has left ought to cause a sentiment of thankfulness in every British heart for not being exposed to such influences, to such examples as he gives, in the present day, when goodness, affection, purity, benevolence, are the household deities of the court of our beloved, inestimable Queen Victoria.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 22: Prince Frederick.]
PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE, FOURTH EARL OF CHESTERFIELD.
The King of Table Wits.--Early Years.--Hervey"s Description of his Person.--Resolutions and Pursuits.--Study of Oratory.--The Duties of an Amba.s.sador.--King George II."s Opinion of his Chroniclers.--Life in the Country.--Melusina, Countess of Walsingham.--George II. and his Father"s Will.--Dissolving Views.--Madame du Bouchet.--The Broad-Bottomed Administration.--Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland in Time of Peril.--Reformation of the Calendar.--Chesterfield House.--Exclusiveness.--Recommending "Johnson"s Dictionary."--"Old Samuel," to Chesterfield.--Defensive Pride.--The Gla.s.s of Fashion.--Lord Scarborough"s Friendship for Chesterfield.--The Death of Chesterfield"s Son.--His Interest in his Grandsons.--"I must go and Rehea.r.s.e my Funeral."--Chesterfield"s Will.--What is a Friend?--Les Manieres n.o.bles.--Letters to his Son.
The subject of this memoir may be thought by some rather the modeller of wits than the original of that cla.s.s; the great critic and judge of manners rather than the delight of the dinner-table: but we are told to the contrary by one who loved him not. Lord Hervey says of Lord Chesterfield that he was "allowed by everybody to have more conversable entertaining table-wit than any man of his time; his propensity to ridicule, in which he indulged himself with infinite humour and no distinction; and his inexhaustible spirits, and no discretion; made him sought and feared--liked and not loved--by most of his acquaintance."
This formidable personage was born in London on the 2nd day of September, 1694. It was remarkable that the father of a man so vivacious, should have been of a morose temper; all the wit and spirit of intrigue displayed by him remind us of the frail Lady Chesterfield, in the time of Charles II.[23]--that lady who was looked on as a martyr because her husband was jealous of her: "a prodigy," says De Grammont, "in the city of London," where indulgent critics endeavoured to excuse his lordship on account of his bad education, and mothers vowed that none of their sons should ever set foot in Italy, lest they should "bring back with them that infamous custom of laying restraint on their wives."
Even Horace Walpole cites Chesterfield as the "witty earl:" apropos to an anecdote which he relates of an Italian lady, who said that she was only four-and-twenty; "I suppose," said Lord Chesterfield, "she means four-and-twenty stone."
By his father the future wit, historian, and orator was utterly neglected; but his grandmother, the Marchioness of Halifax, supplied to him the place of both parents, his mother--her daughter, Lady Elizabeth Saville--having died in his childhood. At the age of eighteen, Chesterfield, then Lord Stanhope, was entered at Trinity Hall, Cambridge. It was one of the features of his character to fall at once into the tone of the society into which he happened to be thrown. One can hardly imagine his being "an absolute pedant," but such was, actually, his own account of himself:--"When I talked my best, I quoted Horace; when I aimed at being facetious, I quoted Martial; and when I had a mind to be a fine gentleman, I talked Ovid. I was convinced that none but the ancients had common sense; that the cla.s.sics contained everything that was either necessary, useful, or ornamental to men; and I was not even without thoughts of wearing the toga virilis of the Romans, instead of the vulgar and illiberal dress of the moderns."
Thus, again, when in Paris, he caught the manners, as he had acquired the language, of the Parisians. "I shall not give you my opinion of the French, because I am very often taken for one of them, and several have paid me the highest compliment they think it in their power to bestow--which is, "Sir, you are just like ourselves." I shall only tell you that I am insolent; I talk a great deal; I am very loud and peremptory; I sing and dance as I walk along; and, above all, I spend an immense sum in hair-powder, feathers, and white gloves."
Although he entered Parliament before he had attained the legal age, and was expected to make a great figure in that a.s.sembly, Lord Chesterfield preferred the reputation of a wit and a beau to any other distinction. "Call it vanity, if you will," he wrote in after-life to his son, "and possibly it was so; but my great object was to make every man and every woman love me. I often succeeded: but why? by taking great pains."
According to Lord Hervey"s account he often even sacrificed his interest to his vanity. The description given of Lord Chesterfield by one as bitter as himself implies, indeed, that great pains were requisite to counterbalance the defects of nature. Wilkes, one of the ugliest men of his time, used to say, that with an hour"s start he would carry off the affections of any woman from the handsomest man breathing. Lord Chesterfield, according to Lord Hervey, required to be still longer in advance of a rival.
"With a person," Hervey writes, "as disagreeable, as it was possible for a human figure to be without being deformed, he affected following many women of the first beauty and the most in fashion. He was very short, disproportioned, thick and clumsily made; had a broad, rough-featured, ugly face, with black teeth, and a head big enough for a Polyphemus. One Ben Ashurst, who said a few good things, though admired for many, told Lord Chesterfield once, that he was like a stunted giant--which was a humorous idea and really apposite."
Notwithstanding that Chesterfield, when young, injured both soul and body by pleasure and dissipation, he always found time for serious study: when he could not have it otherwise, he took it out of his sleep.
How late soever he went to bed, he resolved always to rise early; and this resolution he adhered to so faithfully, that at the age of fifty-eight he could declare that for more than forty years he had never been in bed at nine o"clock in the morning, but had generally been up before eight. He had the good sense, in this respect, not to exaggerate even this homely virtue. He did not rise with the dawn, as many early risers pride themselves in doing, putting all the engagements of ordinary life out of their usual beat, just as if the clocks had been set two hours forward. The man in ordinary society, who rises at four in this country, and goes to bed at nine, is a social and family nuisance.
Strong good sense characterized Chesterfield"s early pursuits. Desultory reading he abhorred. He looked on it as one of the resources of age, but as injurious to the young in the extreme. "Throw away," thus he writes to his son, "none of your time upon those trivial, futile books, published by idle necessitous authors for the amus.e.m.e.nt of idle and ignorant readers."
Even in those days such books "swarm and buzz about one:" "flap them away," says Chesterfield, "they have no sting." The earl directed the whole force of his mind to oratory, and became the finest speaker of his time. Writing to Sir Horace Mann, about the Hanoverian debate (in 1743, Dec. 15), Walpole praising the speeches of Lords Halifax and Sandwich, adds, "I was there, and heard Lord Chesterfield make the finest oration I have ever heard there." This from a man who had listened to Pulteney, to Chatham, to Carteret, was a singularly valuable tribute.
Whilst a student at Cambridge, Chesterfield was forming an acquaintance with the Hon. George Berkeley, the youngest son of the second Earl of Berkeley, and remarkable rather as being the second husband of Lady Suffolk, the favourite of George II., than from any merits or demerits of his own.
This early intimacy probably brought Lord Chesterfield into the close friendship which afterwards subsisted between him and Lady Suffolk, to whom many of his letters are addressed.
His first public capacity was a diplomatic appointment: he afterwards attained to the rank of an amba.s.sador, whose duty it is, according to a witticism of Sir Henry Wotton"s "_to lie_ abroad for the good of his country;" and no man was in this respect more competent to fulfil these requirements than Chesterfield. Hating both wine and tobacco, he had smoked and drunk at Cambridge, "to be in the fashion;" he gamed at the Hague, on the same principle; and, unhappily, gaming became a habit and a pa.s.sion. Yet never did he indulge it when acting, afterwards, in a ministerial capacity. Neither when Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland, or as Under-secretary of State, did he allow a gaming-table in his house. On the very night that he resigned office he went to _White"s_.
The Hague was then a charming residence: among others who, from political motives, were living there, were John Duke of Marlborough and Queen Sarah, both of whom paid Chesterfield marked attention. Naturally industrious, with a ready insight into character--a perfect master in that art which bids us keep one"s thoughts close, and our countenances open, Chesterfield was admirably fitted for diplomacy. A master of modern languages and of history, he soon began to like business. When in England, he had been accused of having "a need of a certain proportion of talk in a day:" "that," he wrote to Lady Suffolk, "is now changed into a need of such a proportion of writing in a day."
In 1728 he was promoted: being sent as amba.s.sador to the Hague, where he was popular, and where he believed his stay would be beneficial both to soul and body, there being "fewer temptations, and fewer opportunities to sin," as he wrote to Lady Suffolk, "than in England." Here his days pa.s.sed, he a.s.serted, in doing the king"s business, very ill--and his own still worse:--sitting down daily to dinner with fourteen or fifteen people; whilst at five the pleasures of the evening began with a lounge on the Voorhoot, a public walk planted by Charles V.:--then, either a very bad French play, or a "_reprise quadrille_," with three ladies, the youngest of them fifty, and the chance of losing, perhaps, three florins (besides one"s time)--lasted till ten o"clock; at which time "His Excellency" went home, "reflecting with satisfaction on the innocent amus.e.m.e.nts of a well-spent day, that left nothing behind them," and retired to bed at eleven, "with the testimony of a good conscience."
All, however, of Chesterfield"s time was not pa.s.sed in this serene dissipation. He began to compose "The History of the Reign of George II." at this period. About only half a dozen chapters were written. The intention was not confined to Chesterfield: Carteret and Bolingbroke entertained a similar design, which was completed by neither. When the subject was broached before George II., he thus expressed himself; and his remarks are the more amusing as they were addressed to Lord Hervey, who was, at that very moment, making his notes for that bitter chronicle of his majesty"s reign, which has been ushered into the world by the late Wilson Croker--"They will all three," said King George II., "have about as much truth in them as the _Mille et Une Nuits_. Not but I shall like to read Bolingbroke"s, who of all those rascals and knaves that have been lying against me these ten years has certainly the best parts, and the most knowledge. He is a scoundrel, but he is a scoundrel of a higher cla.s.s than Chesterfield. Chesterfield is a little, tea-table scoundrel, that tells little womanish lies to make quarrels in families: and tries to make women lose their reputations, and make their husbands beat them, without any object but to give himself airs; as if anybody could believe a woman could like a dwarf baboon."
Lord Hervey gave the preference to Bolingbroke; stating as his reason, that "though Lord Bolingbroke had no idea of wit, his satire was keener than any one"s. Lord Chesterfield, on the other hand, would have a great deal of wit in them; but, in every page you see he intended to be witty: every paragraph would be an epigram. _Polish_, he declared, would be his bane;" and Lord Hervey was perfectly right.
In 1732 Lord Chesterfield was obliged to retire from his emba.s.sy on the plea of ill-health, but probably, from some political cause. He was in the opposition against Sir Robert Walpole in the Excise Bill; and felt the displeasure of that all-powerful minister by being dismissed from his office of High Steward.