he occupied himself with racing, whist, and improper
stories. He was remarkable among the princes
for one reason: he was the only one of them—so
we are informed by a highly competent observer—who
had the feelings of a gentleman. He had been
long married to the Princess Royal of Prussia, a lady
who rarely went to bed and was perpetually surrounded
by vast numbers of dogs, parrots, and monkeys.
They had no children. The Duke of Clarence had
lived for many years in complete obscurity with Mrs.
Jordan, the actress, in Bushey Park. By her he
had had a large family of sons and daughters, and
had appeared, in effect to be married to her, when
he suddenly separated from her and offered to marry
Miss Wykeham, a crazy woman of large fortune, who,
however, would have nothing to say to him. Shortly
afterwards Mrs. Jordan died in distressed circumstances
in Paris. The Duke of Cumberland was probably
the most unpopular man in England. Hideously
ugly, with a distorted eye, he was bad-tempered and
vindictive in private, a violent reactionary in politics,
and was subsequently suspected of murdering his valet
and of having carried on an amorous intrigue of an
extremely scandalous kind. He had lately married
a German Princess, but there were as yet no children
by the marriage. The Duke of Sussex had mildly
literary tastes and collected books. He had married
Lady Augusta Murray, by whom he had two children,
but the marriage, under the Royal Marriages Act, was
declared void. On Lady Augusta’s death,
he married Lady Cecilia Buggin; she changed her name
to Underwood, but this marriage also was void.
Of the Duke of Cambridge, the youngest of the brothers,
not very much was known. He lived in Hanover,
wore a blonde wig, chattered and fidgeted a great
deal, and was unmarried.
Besides his seven sons, George III had five surviving
daughters. Of these, two—the Queen
of Wurtemberg and the Duchess of Gloucester—were
married and childless. The three unmarried princesses—Augusta,
Elizabeth, and Sophia—were all over forty.
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The fourth son of George III was Edward, Duke of Kent.
He was now fifty years of age—a tall, stout,
vigorous man, highly-coloured, with bushy eyebrows,
a bald top to his head, and what hair he had carefully
dyed a glossy black. His dress was extremely
neat, and in his whole appearance there was a rigidity
which did not belie his character. He had spent
his early life in the army—at Gibraltar,
in Canada, in the West Indies—and, under
the influence of military training, had become at
first a disciplinarian and at last a martinet.
In 1802, having been sent to Gibraltar to restore
order in a mutinous garrison, he was recalled for
undue severity, and his active career had come to an
end. Since then he had spent his life regulating
his domestic arrangements with great exactitude, busying
himself with the affairs of his numerous dependents,
designing clocks, and struggling to restore order to
his finances, for, in spite of his being, as someone
said who knew him well “regle comme du papier
a musique,” and in spite of an income of L24,000
a year, he was hopelessly in debt. He had quarrelled
with most of his brothers, particularly with the Prince
Regent, and it was only natural that he should have
joined the political Opposition and become a pillar
of the Whigs.