Edmund Burke was later to describe the Ministry as 'a tessellated pavement without cement; here a bit of black stone and there a bit of white; patriots and courtiers, kind friends and republicans; Whigs and Tories; treacherous friends and open enemies ... a very curious show, but utterly unsafe to touch and unsure to stand on.”
That year there was a bad harvest and Chatham was obliged to lay an embargo on the importation of corn. It was a very uneasy session and as the summer passed into autumn, the gout began to plague him more than ever.
In September Charlotte moved to Buckingham House to prepare for her confinement. It was necessary for the royal child to be born in London, but now that Buckingham House had become such a popular royal residence, Charlotte need not go to that grim old palace of St. James's.
Although she was not allowed to meddle, of course, she knew what was happening. She had heard that Mr. Pitt had become Lord Chatham and that the people were not very pleased with him because of this. How she wished George would consult her. What a pleasure it would be if they could talk politics together. After all she was not exactly stupid. She was only ignorant because she was not allowed to learn.
She believed that the Princess Dowager was at the bottom of the plot to keep her away from affairs. That woman was downright jealous; and she was pleased to hear that her lover Lord Bute was out of favour with the King, and that George seemed at last to have escaped from his mother's apron strings.
What a blessing it was to be able to understand English. Now she could glean all sorts of interesting conversation from her women. Miss Chudleigh was really a most indiscreet woman.
So much the better, thought Charlotte. But on reflection she agreed that life in England was very different from what she had imagined. She had thought she was coming to England to rule with her husband; and here she was doing scarcely anything but being pregnant and bearing children.
Well, she had her three boys, and when she thought of them she could not help being delighted with them. It was after all so much more gratifying to be a mother than a great politician, though some women had managed to be both.
The leaves on the trees were beginning to turn russet. She could not be bothered to ask what all the shouting in the streets was about. The shortage of corn? The defection of Lord Chatham? It all seemed rather unimportant when a new life was about to begin. I want a girl this time, she told Miss Chudleigh, and Miss Chudleigh replied that she was sure it would be a girl. It was the way Her Majesty was carrying and after three boys a girl often followed.
And on 26 September Charlotte's child was born. A little girl. So she had her wish. She was called Charlotte Augusta Matilda; and the Queen, delighted, happy now to be nothing but a mother, said that the child was her little Michaelmas Goose.
Domesticity at Kew
George had made up his mind to be a king and those about him had to learn to accept this fact.
The Princess Dowager had reluctantly released her hold on him, although she still refused to believe that she had lost her influence over him entirely.
She had thought it would be enough that Charlotte should be prevented from usurping her place; this had been easy to achieve for Charlotte's ability to furnish the royal nurseries was really phenomenal. It seemed that no sooner had she been delivered of one child than another was on the way. After Charlotte Augusta Matilda, Edward had followed; and almost immediately she was pregnant again. Nor did she seem to suffer from this continual childbearing; in fact she seemed to thrive on it.
"She was intended for it," said the Princess Dowager to Lord Bute when he called on her.
"And I will grant her this; she does it with remarkable speed and efficiency.”
It was pleasant to reflect, was Lord Bute's comment, that the Queen could please the Princess Dowager in some respects.
"Oh, yes," said the Princess. "She is adequate. And as long as she does not attempt to meddle in politics I have no complaint to make.”
She smiled benignly. She still doted on this man. He was as a husband to her and she was a woman who needed a husband. She was not promiscuous; she was not sensuous; but she needed the companionship, the at-oneness which was only to be found in a devoted husband; and Lord Bute had provided that, more so than her real husband the Prince of Wales had ever done; although she had had nothing to complain of in Frederick.
She had taken Miss Vansittart into her household recently, and the young woman had made herself very useful in the rather delicate matter of selling honours. She was a most discreet young woman; and the Princess Dowager needed the little money these sales brought in and could not of course be concerned in the sordid business of selling.
Since Miss Vansittart was a friend of Lord Bute's she knew she could absolutely rely on her. And if Lord Bute did visit her regularly, they never betrayed in her presence that there was anything between them but the most platonic friendship. She loved Lord Bute with a wifely devotion; they had been together now for many years and she regarded their union as a true marriage. Recently, however, she had been feeling a painful restriction in her throat which had alarmed her. She had said nothing of it, for she wanted no doctors telling her some unpleasant truth. The trouble would occur and then subside; but she was constantly aware of it; and she had uneasy suspicions, having heard of such symptoms before.
If she were going to die, oh not yet, but perhaps in a year or so she would like to know that Lord Bute would have someone to comfort him; and nice, discreet, quiet Miss Vansittart would be the very one. So, far from discouraging that friendship, she kept Miss Vansittart beside her. Her love for this man, who had dominated her thoughts for so many years, was too deep, too abiding to be selfish. In the meantime no one not even Lord Bute must guess of this thing which was there in her throat and which she fancied became a little more painful every time she was made aware of it.
George was impressing his personality on the Court which many declared was dull, dreary, unimaginative and completely devoid of the trappings of royalty. There was nothing royal neither about George nor about Charlotte. George might have been a farmer, for he had a great interest in agriculture; Charlotte might have been any squire's lady sitting there in her country house breeding. There was another characteristic which was beginning to be noticed and which was considered unkingly: the King was constantly concerning himself over trifling sums of money; he wanted to know the cost of things and would often shake his head and say this and that was too costly. They must economize. Although there had been many complaints of extravagance in kings in the past, George's carefulness was even more deplored. As for Charlotte, she was, said her ladies-in-waiting, becoming downright mean.
In fact Charlotte was constantly being asked to help her family in Mecklenburg. She had become the great Queen of England and it was imagined that she lived a life very different from that which she had known in humble Mecklenburg. This was true; and Charlotte was pleased that her family should be aware of this. She asked the King's advice and he most beneficently came to her family's assistance. Her eldest brother was given a pension; another brother was made Governor of Celle and another given a rewarding post in the Hanoverian Army. Charlotte was not considered mean by her family; but in her own apartments - where she followed the King's habit of scrutinizing accounts - she was certainly considered parsimonious, a trait even more unpopular in royal people than in commoners.
George had decided to bring a more religious way of life back to his people. "I wish every child in my Dominions to be able to read his Bible," he declared; and very soon he was expressing a desire that the Sabbath Day be kept holy; that there should be no entertainments on Sunday and that throughout the country there should be Sabbath Day Observance.