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young Dr. Stockmar was staying in the house at the time; two years before, he had stood by the deathbed of the Princess Charlotte; and now he was watching the Duke of Kent in his agony. On Stockmarā€™s advice, a will was hastily prepared. The Dukeā€™s earthly possessions were of a negative character; but it was important that the guardianship of the unwitting child, whose fortunes were now so strangely changing, should be assured to the Duchess. The Duke was just able to understand the document, and to append his signature. Having inquired whether his writing was perfectly clear, he became unconscious, and breathed his last on the following morning.22 Six days later came the fulfilment of the second half of the gipsyā€™s prophecy. The long, unhappy, and inglorious life of George the Third of England was ended. II

Such was the confusion of affairs at Sidmouth, that the Duchess found herself without the means of returning to London. Prince Leopold hurried down, and himself conducted his sister and her family, by slow and bitter stages, to Kensington. The widowed lady, in her voluminous blacks, needed all her equanimity to support her. Her prospects were more dubious than ever. She had Ā£6,000 a year of her own; but her husbandā€™s debts loomed before her like a mountain. Soon she learnt that the Duchess of Clarence was once more expecting a child. What had she to look forward to in England? Why should she remain in a foreign country, among strangers, whose language she could not speak, whose customs she could not understand? Surely it would be best to return to Amorbach, and there, among her own people, bring up her daughters in economical obscurity. But she was an inveterate optimist; she had spent her life in struggles, and would not be daunted now; and besides, she adored her baby. ā€œCā€™est mon bonheur, mes delices, mon existence,ā€ she declared; the darling should be brought up as an English princess, whatever lot awaited her. Prince Leopold came forward nobly with an offer of an additional Ā£3,000 a year; and the Duchess remained at Kensington.23

The child herself was extremely fat, and bore a remarkable resemblance to her grandfather. ā€œCā€™est lā€™image du feu Roi!ā€ exclaimed the Duchess. ā€œCā€™est le Roi Georges en jupons,ā€ echoed the surrounding ladies, as the little creature waddled with difficulty from one to the other.24

Before long, the world began to be slightly interested in the nursery at Kensington. When, early in 1821, the Duchess of Clarenceā€™s second child, the Princess Elizabeth, died within three months of its birth, the interest increased. Great forces and fierce antagonisms seemed to be moving, obscurely, about the royal cradle. It was a time of faction and anger, of violent repression and profound discontent. A powerful movement, which had for long been checked by adverse circumstances, was now spreading throughout the country. New passions, new desires, were abroad; or rather old passions and old desires, reincarnated with a new potency: love of freedom, hatred of injustice, hope for the future of man. The mighty still sat proudly in their seats, dispensing their ancient tyranny; but a storm was gathering out of the darkness, and already there was lightning in the sky. But the vastest forces must needs operate through frail human instruments; and it seemed for many years as if the great cause of English liberalism hung upon the life of the little girl at Kensington. She alone stood between the country and her terrible uncle, the Duke of Cumberland, the hideous embodiment of reaction. Inevitably, the Duchess of Kent threw in her lot with her husbandā€™s party; Whig leaders, Radical agitators, rallied round her; she was intimate with the bold Lord Durham, she was on friendly terms with the redoubtable Oā€™Connell himself. She received Wilberforceā ā€”though, to be sure, she did not ask him to sit down.25 She declared in public that she put her faith in ā€œthe liberties of the People.ā€26 It was certain that the young Princess would be brought up in the way that she should go; yet there, close behind the throne, waiting, sinister, was the Duke of Cumberland. Brougham, looking forward into the future in his scurrilous fashion, hinted at dreadful possibilities. ā€œI never prayed so heartily for a Prince before,ā€ he wrote, on hearing that George IV had been attacked by illness. ā€œIf he had gone, all the troubles of these villains (the Tory Ministers) went with him, and they had Fred. I (the Duke of York) their own man for his life. He (Fred. I) wonā€™t live long either; that Prince of Blackguards, ā€˜Brother William,ā€™ is as bad a life, so we come in the course of nature to be assassinated by King Ernest I or Regent Ernest (the Duke of Cumberland).ā€27 Such thoughts were not peculiar to Brougham; in the seething state of public feeling, they constantly leapt to the surface; and, even so late as the year previous to her accession, the Radical newspapers were full of suggestions that the Princess Victoria was in danger from the machinations of her wicked uncle.28

But no echo of these conflicts and forebodings reached the little Drinaā ā€”for so she was called in the family circleā ā€”as she played with her dolls, or scampered down the passages, or rode on the donkey her uncle York had given her29 along the avenues of Kensington Gardens The fair-haired, blue-eyed child was idolised by her nurses, and her motherā€™s ladies, and her sister Feodora; and for a few years there was danger, in spite of her motherā€™s strictness, of her being spoilt. From time to time, she would fly into a violent passion, stamp her little foot, and set everyone at defiance; whatever they might say, she would not learn her lettersā ā€”no, she would not; afterwards, she

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