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  Inevitably, cracks began to appear in this harsh régime. More than one of the Prince’s tutors warned of the effects of this unremitting pursuit of excellence: ‘You will wear him out early,’6 wrote Dr Voisin, and Dr Becker, Librarian to the Prince, reported that the outbursts of ‘blind destructive rage’ were the result of ‘too great and continuous strain upon a young mind and body.’ He had tried, he said, both kindness and severity:

  …kindness had elicited no response but severity had invariably caused gusts of elemental fury in which ‘he takes everything that is at hand and throws it with the greatest violence against the wall or window… or he stands in the corner stamping with his legs and screaming in the most dreadful manner.’7

  The parents themselves suspected that all was not well with their son and some attempt was made to relate his studies to military matters, in which he displayed interest and intelligence. The Queen believed that the precocious brilliance of her eldest child, the Princess Royal, reflected adversely on her son, who was conscious of his intellectual inferiority.

  Gibbs himself, though loyal to the parents – he considered his daily reports to them a ‘very happy arrangement’ – sometimes felt that the pressure exerted on the Prince of Wales, and scarcely less so on Prince Alfred, his younger brother, was unreasonable.8 Prince Albert had told him ‘that it must not be supposed that our stay there (at Balmoral) was to be taken as a holiday; that the Princes had had mistaken notions about this; but that henceforth work must be done diligently.” I told the Queen that I thought we had made a mistake.’ It is not surprising that the Prince’s conduct was unsatisfactory: six or seven hours of study left him bewildered and exhausted, and with a life-long aversion to reading. The parents had set their goals too high; the Prince was only too aware that their approval depended on his ability to excel. Gibbs pressed for more opportunities for the Princes to meet their contemporaries, but the resulting visits to Eton were a dismal failure9: they were unused to the kind of social intercourse encountered at the College and were rude and over-bearing to other boys. Naturally, the parents, anxiously watching the results, misunderstood both causes and effects and laid the blame on their children. As far as the Queen was concerned, perfection was embodied in her husband and there must be something wrong with her son if his aspirations were not his father’s.

  Despite the Prince’s capacity for affection, so often remarked by others, it was not sufficiently often returned by his parents. Their anxiety prevented them from showing much approval of his positive virtues. The Queen was honest enough to admit that she found ‘no especial pleasure or compensation in the company of the elder children… only very occasionally do I find the rather intimate intercourse with them either agreeable or easy.’10 This was partly, she explained, because she felt really at her ease only in the company of Prince Albert and, also, because she had grown accustomed to having to carry out so much of her work alone. It was rare for her to write, after one of her walks with the sixteen year-old Prince, that she found him ‘very amiable and sensible.’11

  There was another side to his childhood, of course. Despite all the work there was a holiday atmosphere at Osborne, the villa on the edge of the Solent where the Queen was perhaps happiest. There was a private beach where Vicky, the Princess Royal, would wander barefoot, looking for shells for her collection: there were games and parties at the Swiss Cottage, and sea-bathing. It was here that the Queen found respite from the work which beset her elsewhere. When the Prince of Wales was seven, a Maid of Honour wrote: ‘The whole Royal family, children, Queen and all seem to be out the whole day long…(The Queen) draws a good deal, and walks about and enjoys herself. The children dine and tea in the garden, and run about to their hearts’ content.’12

  Such was the upbringing of the young Prince, a boy of great charm, and of an affectionate and forgiving nature. It seems that he never bore his long-suffering tutors a grudge for the punishments so often inflicted on him. But his future remained unclear: how he was to occupy the very considerable time before he should succeed his mother – she was only twenty-two at his birth – was a problem never satisfactorily solved. When he was fifteen he was sent abroad to broaden his experience and to improve his command of French and German. There he attracted attention by his good looks and charm. He was taken about London and accompanied his parents on Royal occasions. The parents fell back on the well-tried tradition that the eldest son should go into the Army, which was his own greatest wish – not as a profession, the Queen reminded him – but he could learn in it. At sixteen he was given an annual allowance of £100, and permission to choose his own clothes: here was freedom indeed!

  Immediately after the Prince’s seventeenth birthday Mr Gibbs resigned, unlamented by his pupil and unregretted by his employers. ‘Poor Mr Gibbs certainly failed during the last 2 years entirely, incredibly, and did Bertie no good,’ the Queen wrote.13 A year later she was fearing that ‘the greatest improvement would never make him fit for his position’14 and trembled to think of dying while there was so much to be done for her son. As it turned out, it was Prince Albert who was so soon to die, leaving uncompleted the purchase of Sandringham for his son.

  The education of the Prince of Wales continued after Mr Gibbs’ departure with a spell at both Oxford and Cambridge, where he was accompanied by an entourage headed by Colonel Bruce. His four terms at Oxford were interrupted by a highly successful tour of Canada and the United States, which greatly increased his confidence and impressed his parents. This was followed by a course of training with the Grenadier Guards at the Curragh Camp, near Dublin; to the Prince’s resentment he was given the rank of Colonel, for he had not earned it. At this time two further plans were being hatched by the Queen and Prince Albert. The Prince was to have a residence of his own, and a wife: 1861 was to prove a fateful year.

  These two objectives, simultaneously pursued, were occupying Prince Albert’s mind when news reached him that his son had been the victim of a practical joke by his brother officers at the Curragh, who had smuggled an actress, Nellie Clifden, into his quarters. The Queen and the Prince were shocked and humiliated: worse, it revived all their old fears that in the Prince of Wales the immorality of the Hanoverians would return to haunt them. If the Queen was horrified, the news came to the Prince Consort as a near-mortal blow. His own forebears had not been above reproach and both he and the Queen had worked for twenty years to restore the public image of the monarchy that had, before her accession, become so tarnished. Now failure seemed to stare him in the face. Unwell, and with the Queen prostrated with grief over the recent death of her mother, the Duchess of Kent, Prince Albert sat down to write to his son, now at Cambridge, that ‘this woman can drag you into a Court of Law and there… she will be able to give before a greedy multitude disgusting details of your profligacy… and to break your parents’ hearts.’15

  Later, Prince Albert travelled to Cambridge to talk to his son, and came away heartened by his contrition. But he was fast becoming too ill to bring to fruition the plans he had laid for a home and marriage for his eldest son. The purchase of an estate at Sandringham in Norfolk was under negotiation, and the question of a bride was now in the forefront of his mind.

  For some time the Courts of Europe had been ransacked in search of a suitable Princess. Prussian ties were strong but the only really eligible candidate there for the hand of the Prince of Wales had been turned down by him after inspecting her photograph. It was the Princess Royal, now Crown Princess of Prussia, who put forward the claims of Princess Alexandra of Denmark, though her name had been mentioned to the Prince Consort by Walpurga Paget, wife of the British Minister in Copenhagen, as early as 1860. Discreet enquiries were made and the outlook seemed encouraging. Meetings were arranged and, after an encounter in Speyer Cathedral – scarcely an appropriate setting for a romance, perhaps – the Prince was able to write: ‘I can now candidly say that I think her charming and very pretty.’16

  It became apparent, however, that the Prince, desp
ite his attraction to the Princess, was unduly hesitant about bringing matters to a conclusion: ‘A sudden fear of marriage, and, above all, of having children which for so young a man is so strange a fear, seems to have got hold of him,’ the Queen complained to her daughter.17 In turn, the Prince Consort in his efforts to bring about the marriage offered his son a second opportunity, the Prince of Wales having expressed a wish to meet the Princess in England. ‘You must clearly understand,’ he wrote, ‘that this interview is obtained… in order that you may propose to the young lady if she pleases you on further acquaintance as much as she did at first.’18 But this visit never took place: for some time in indifferent health and seriously overworked, Prince Albert fell victim to the typhoid that lurked in the primitive drains of Windsor Castle, where he died on 14 December.

  The distraught Queen sought refuge from the world at Osborne, but not even her grief could distract her from the continuation of Prince Albert’s plans for their son. ‘His wishes – his plans – about everything… are to be my law! I apply this particularly as regards our children – Bertie, etc – for whose future he had traced everything so carefully.’19 The immediate future was to have included a tour of the Near East; accordingly, he departed in February 1862, accompanied by his Governor, Colonel (later General) Bruce. In following Albert’s ‘plans’ there was some ambivalence in the Queen’s mind, for she would thus be spared ‘a constant contact which is more than ever unbearable to me.’20 She was convinced that the Curragh affair had fatally undermined her husband’s health, and her dislike of her eldest son at this time became obsessive. ‘I never can or shall look at him without a shudder,’ she wrote. He ‘does not know that I know all – Beloved Papa told him that I could not be told all the disgusting details.’ She added ominously, ‘ I believe firmly in all Papa foresaw.’21

  Nevertheless, the plan for the Prince’s marriage was pursued. Princess Alexandra’s parents must in all honesty be informed of the Curragh affair, but the Queen was distressed by the apathy shown by her son. The initial hesitancy had been explained by his lapse at the Curragh; what could be the reason for any further delay? ‘If Bertie turns obstinate,’ she declared, ‘I will withdraw myself altogether and wash my hands of him.’ She was well aware that her second son, Prince Alfred, though only eighteen, would be more than willing to offer for the – as yet unseen – Princess. ‘Affie,’ she wrote, ‘would be ready to take her at once and really if Bertie refuses her I would recommend Affie’s engaging to marry her in three years.’22 Meanwhile, Affie was in disgrace; he had become involved with a girl in Malta in 1862 which, coming so soon after the Nellie Clifden affair, left the Queen shattered. Not long afterwards she wrote: ‘We do all we can to keep him from Marlborough House as he is far too épris of Alix to be allowed to be much there without possibly ruining the happiness of all three… Affie has not the strength of mind or rather of principle and character to resist the temptation…’23

  In truth, the Prince of Wales was deeply distressed by his father’s death, and he felt a strong sense of guilt. He had his defenders, however: his sister, the Crown Princess of Prussia, wrote to the Queen on his behalf, and others suggested that this had been but a ‘youthful error which very few young men escape.’24 True enough, but it was not a line likely to appeal to the Queen, who felt that the Prince’s morality was even more her concern now that Prince Albert was no longer there to guide him. The Prince was truly contrite, not least for the pain he had caused his parents, he now needed time to recover and the Near East tour did much to raise his spirits, so that the Queen, meeting him on his return, found him ‘immensely improved’, and ready for the next step.25

  The ‘next step’ was to be another meeting with the Princess. The Queen was to visit her uncle Leopold, King of the Belgians, at Laeken, and she was much moved by her first sight of her future daughter-in-law who, in deference to the Queen’s mourning, wore a simple black dress. The Queen gave her a sprig of white heather from Balmoral which had been picked by the Prince. It was a scene of tremulous emotion: ‘…the dear child looked so affectionate and kindly at me,’ the Queen recorded.26 Later, the Royal parties met in Brussels and nearly a week afterwards, back at Laeken, the Prince proposed – and was accepted, at once and without hesitation.

  It was, of course, an arranged match, inasmuch as it was made with no clear expectations of mutual affection before marriage. It was highly expedient, too, for the Prince to be seen to be settled and raising a family. The Princess had been brought up in an impoverished household, and in the utmost simplicity: the step to becoming the Consort of the future King was an impressive one. The Princess’s grandfather, Frederick VI, had been a patriarchal figure in Denmark; as his people were his ‘family’, so the importance of family life was stressed and nowhere more so than in the Yellow Palace at Copenhagen, with its unassuming façade and front door opening straight onto the pavement, where Alexandra was born on 1 December 1844. She was the second of the six children of Prince and Princess Christian. It was a happy, easy-going and affectionate family circle, not intellectual but full of high spirits; and within it the Princess grew up, unaffected and unspoilt. Even in early childhood her beauty was remarked on, and recently the Crown Princess of Prussia had written to her father the following glowing account:

  ‘She is a good deal taller than I am’ (the Crown Princess was a little more than five foot), has a lovely figure but very thin, a complexion as beautiful as possible. Very fine white regular teeth and very fine large eyes – with extremely prettily-marked eyebrows. A very fine well-shaped nose, very narrow but a little long – her whole face is very narrow, her forehead too but well shaped and not at all flat. Her voice, her walk, carriage and manner are perfect, she is one of the most ladylike and aristocratic people I ever saw.27

  From all the reports which flowed in to the Queen, the Princess was indeed the paragon of virtue she appeared at first sight, possessing all the qualities the Queen sought in a bride for her son. Her beauty, which the Crown Princess had considered ‘…not really a necessity, only a pleasant ginger-bread’28 was what immediately struck the beholder, but her kindness, warmth and charm quickly became apparent. Her father described her simply as ‘a good child, not brilliant, but with a will of her own,’29 which on the whole satisfied the Queen, who nevertheless had hoped for a young lady with ‘brains’ to improve the Prince’s mind. She could not but agree with the father: ‘very clever I don’t think she is’, she was to write soon after the wedding.30

  With such a contrived match, in which the protagonists were moved to meet and to separate like puppets on strings, speculation about their true feelings for each other may be justified. It seems that the Prince, who had had little time to consider his future and for whose occupation no provision whatever had been made, and moreover was not easily going to forget the Curragh affair, was compliant and impressionable. After seeing this lovely creature in their brief time together in Belgium, he was very ready to persuade himself that he was in love, as he wrote only three days after his offer of marriage had been accepted: ‘I did not think it possible to love a person so much as I love her.’31 As for the Princess, she must have been captivated by the prospect of marriage to the most eligible bachelor in Europe – a young man with great charm and powers of attraction, and heir to a great kingdom. Simple and artless as she was, she was ready to enter matrimony with so glittering a prize. Whatever love was lacking in these early days, it is certain that they discovered much happiness in each other’s company as they prepared for their wedding.

  CHAPTER TWO

  MARRIAGE – 1863

  Engagements can be a trying time for young lovers and that of the Prince of Wales and Princess Alexandra proved no exception. There was every kind of obstacle to prevent another meeting before the wedding which had been fixed by the Queen, somewhat arbitrarily and against considerable opposition, for 10 March. The Princess’ parents naturally wished to inspect their future son-in-law and, like their Danish subjects, felt slighted
when they were told peremptorily by the Queen that this was not to be. Politically, it was inexpedient, for war between Denmark and Germany was imminent, but in reality the Queen did not wish to encourage closer relationships with Princess Christian’s family; rather she wished to become better acquainted with Alexandra and to instruct her in her future role. She accordingly summoned her to Osborne in November, 1862 – Prince Christian was to stay only two nights, and her mother was not invited at all. It was plain that the Queen was not seeking further acquaintance with the Danish relatives, which the Princess resented. The Prince of Wales of course was absent: the Queen had sent him to join the Crown Prince and Princess of Prussia on a Mediterranean cruise, to be well out of the way.

  The visit was a distinct success. The Princess and her father were met at as they landed at the pier in Osborne Bay by Princess Helena (‘Lenchen’) and the nine-year old Prince Leopold who, as his sister was left sitting in the carriage with a heavy cold, had to do the honours. When the Princess stepped ashore, however, all formality was forgotten. She bent down and warmly kissed the Prince, thus enslaving him for life. The Queen, with the Princesses Louise and Beatrice, met the visitors in the hall: ‘At last, at 9, dear Alexandra arrived with her father, looking very lovely and well. A gleam of satisfaction for a moment shone in my heart as I led “our” future daughter upstairs to her room.’32

  The bereaved Queen was charmed by the Princess’s warmth and affection. A week after her arrival she was the subject of unstinted praise: I can’t say how I and we all love her! She is so good, so simple, unaffected, frank, bright and cheerful yet so quiet and gentle that her umgang (companionship) soothes me. Then how lovely… this jewel! She is one of those sweet creatures who seem to come from the skies to help and bless poor mortals and brighten for a time their path!33