This work is an attempt to portray the character of George III and to present him alike in his private life and in his Court. It is, therefore, not essential to the scheme of this book to treat of the political history of the reign, but it is impossible entirely to ignore it, since the King was so frequently instrumental in moulding it. This difficulty was not met with by the author when With George III the case was very different. He came to the throne in his twenty-third year, with his mother's advice, "Be King, George," ringing in his ears, and, fully determined to carry out this instruction to the best of his ability, he was not content to reign without making strenuous efforts to rule. "Farmer George," the nickname that has clung to him ever since it was bestowed satirically in the early days of his reign, has come, except George had not even the excuse of success for his treachery. It is true that he contrived to compel the resignation of various ministers, but his incursions into the political arena were fraught with disaster. He forced Bute on the nation, and Bute could not venture to enter the City except with a band of prize-fighters around his carriage to protect him! He took an active part against Wilkes, and Wilkes became a popular hero! He encouraged the imposition of the Stamp Act in America, and in the end America was lost to England! Having no knowledge of men and being ignorant of the world, he was guided at first by secret advisers, and subsequently by his own likes and dislikes, coupled with a regard for his dignity, that did not, however, prevent him from personally canvassing Windsor in favour of the Court candidate when Keppel was standing for the parliamentary representation of the town. George III was, according to his lights, a good man— "I grant his household abstinence; I grant His neutral virtues, which most monarchs want;" a kind master; a well-meaning, though unwise father; a faithful husband, possessing "that household virtue, most uncommon, Of constancy to a bad, ugly woman," which was the more creditable as his nature was vastly susceptible. He was pious, anxious to do his duty, and deeply attached to his country, but believing himself always in the right, was frequently led by his feelings into courses such as justified Byron's magnificent onslaught:— "In the first year of Freedom's second dawn Died George the Third; although no tyrant, one Who shielded tyrants, till each sense withdrawn Left him nor mental nor external sun; A better farmer ne'er brushed dew from lawn, A worse king never left a realm undone. He died—but left his subjects still behind, One half as mad, and t'other no less blind." Yet, notwithstanding all the mistakes George III made, and all the mischief he did, his reign ended in a blaze of glory. England had survived the French Revolution without disastrous effects; and had taken a leading part in the subjugation of Napoleon. Nelson and Wellington, Wordsworth and Keats, Fox and Pitt, reflected their "Give me a royal niche—it is my due, The virtuousest king the realm ever knew. I, through a decent reputable life, Was constant to plain food and a plain wife. Ireland I risked, and lost America; But dined on legs of mutton every day. My brain, perhaps, might be a feeble part; But yet I think I had an English heart. When all the Kings were prostrate, I alone Stood face to face against Napoleon; Nor ever could the ruthless Frenchman forge A fetter for old England and old George. I let loose flaming Nelson on his fleets; I met his troops with Wellesley's bayonets. Triumphant waved my flag on land and sea: Where was the King in Europe like to me? Monarchs exiled found shelter on my shores; My bounty rescued Kings and Emperors. But what boots victory by land and sea, What boots that Kings found refuge at my knee? I was a conqueror, but yet not proud; And careless, even when Napoleon bow'd. The rescued Kings came kiss my garments' hem: The rescued Kings I never heeded them. My guns roared triumph, but I never heard: All England thrilled with joy, I never stirred. What care had I of pomp, of fame, or power— A crazy old blind man in Windsor Tower?" |