Queen Victoria: A Personal History. Christopher Hibbert

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СКАЧАТЬ Queen’s baby, a girl, to be christened Victoria Adelaide Mary Louisa and to be known in the family as ‘Pussy’, was born at Buckingham Palace, a fortnight before she was expected, on 21 November 1840, a ‘dark, dull, windy, rainy day with smoking chimneys’, after a labour of twelve hours during which the mother ‘suffered severely’ but was ‘not at all nervous once it began’.⁹ The Duchess of Kent and the Prince, holding his wife’s hand, were both in the room at the time with the obstetrician, Dr Locock, and a midwife. In the next room, the door to which was left open, were three other doctors; and, in a room beyond that, were various Ministers and dignitaries, including the Prime Minister, the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Bishop of London and the Lord Steward of the Household, Lord Errol, who claimed that he could see the Queen plainly the whole time and hear what she said. The baby was brought into their room and placed, ‘stark naked’, upon a table for their inspection.

      The Queen admitted to being ‘sadly disappointed’ it was not a boy. Her husband, too, was disappointed; but when Dr Locock had called out, ‘Oh Madam it is a princess’, the mother had cheerfully replied, ‘Never mind, the next will be a Prince.’¹⁰

      She fervently hoped, however, that there would not be too many more babies of either sex; and when King Leopold tactlessly wrote to say that he hoped that the little Princess Victoria would be the first of several children, she responded crossly:

      You cannot really wish me to be the Mamma d’une nombreuse famille for I think you will see with me the great inconvenience a large family would be to us all, and particularly to the country, independent of the hardship and inconvenience to myself; men never think, at least seldom think what a hard task it is for us women to go through this very often.¹¹

      Throughout her confinement, and during the fortnight in which she was kept in bed after the birth, Prince Albert was ‘just like a mother’ to her; ‘nor could there be a kinder, wiser or more judicious nurse’. ‘He was content to sit by her in a darkened room, to read to her, or write for her. No one but himself ever lifted her from her bed to her sofa, and he always helped to wheel her on her bed or sofa into the next room. For this purpose he would come when sent for instantly from any part of the house.’ In the evenings he dined with the Duchess of Kent.¹²

      He had his rewards. On the day of Princess Victoria’s birth he represented the Queen at a Privy Council meeting and ten days later he wrote contentedly to his brother, ‘I have my hands very full as I also look after Victoria’s political affairs.’¹³ According to his Private Secretary, George Anson, with whom the Prince was now (and would remain) on the best of terms, this advance in his status ‘had been brought about by the fact of the Prince having received and made notes of all the Cabinet business during the Queen’s confinement, this circumstance having evinced to the Queen his capacity for business and power to assist’. To the Duke of Wellington the Prince confessed that his aim was, in fact, to be far more than a kind of assistant to the Queen. He intended to be ‘the natural head of the family, superintendent of her household, manager of her private affairs, her sole confidential advisor in politics, and only assistance in her communication with the officers of the Government…her private secretary and her permanent Minister’.¹⁴

      The satisfaction which the Prince felt at his growing influence was, however, soon overcast by his concern about the Queen’s political sympathies. Her dear friend Melbourne’s Government had been in trouble for some time when in the summer of 1841 the Tories won a decisive victory in a general election. During this election the Queen, choosing not to tell him of arrangements of which he was sure to disapprove, took the Prince on a tour of various Whig magnates to whose houses she had been introduced during those ‘royal progresses’ which had so exasperated King William IV. They went to Chatsworth and Woburn Abbey, to Panshanger, the house of Lord Melbourne’s nephew, Earl Cowper, and to Lord Melbourne’s own house, Brocket Hall. The Prince did not appear to advantage in any of them. He disapproved of the rivalries of adversarial politics which set ‘families by the ears’, ‘demoralised the lower classes’ and ‘perverted many of the upper’.¹⁵ The Crown should be above such partisanship; and he told the Queen that it really was her duty to be so.¹⁶

      Yet when the Tories won their resounding victory she could not disguise her disappointment; nor did she attempt to do so. She declared that she would never send for ‘that bad man Peel who had behaved so wickedly in the past’. She declined to attend the opening of the first session of the new Parliament; and did not conceal her strong reluctance to accept Sir Robert Peel as her Prime Minister in place of Lord Melbourne whom she had seen almost every day for four years. ‘Eleven days was the longest I was ever without seeing him,’ she told King Leopold, ‘so you may imagine what this change must be.’ She had grown so very accustomed to him, whereas Peel was always so shy and awkward with her. Charles Greville thought she would get on better with him if only he could keep his legs still.¹⁷

      Melbourne tried to comfort and reassure her: he agreed to write to her regularly as what she termed a ‘very useful and valuable friend out of office’; and so he did for some time, much to the concern of both Peel and of Baron Stockmar who spoke about it to Melbourne who burst out angrily, ‘God eternally damn it!’ But when Stockmar warned him that Peel was threatening to resign and that Melbourne’s old friend, Mrs Norton, was entertaining dinner parties with stories based on what she was told of the correspondence, Melbourne wrote far less frequently and then not on delicate political matters.

      Certainly, as Melbourne admitted to the Queen, he hated the idea of not seeing her regularly and did not at all relish the thought of losing office; but he was tired, he told her, and the rest would do him good. Besides, he was leaving her in excellent hands. ‘The Prince understands everything so well,’ he said, ‘and has a clever able head.’ She could rely upon his advice and assistance with confidence. He had, so he said, formed ‘the highest opinion of HRH’s judgement, temper and discretion’.¹⁸

      To ease the way for them both, he had advice to give to Peel in his dealings with the Queen. Rather than give it to Peel himself, he asked Charles Greville, whom he met at a dinner at Stafford House, to pass it on for him.

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