Authors: Flora Fraser
Augusta wrote to Lady Harcourt on 26 October: âOur beloved Amelia is absolutely going out like a candle ⦠Her physicians assure us she cannot recover, but the poor dear King flatters himself [that she might], however, because they cannot say they see the signs of approaching dissolution in her face ⦠I dread when the fatal close takes place, it will be a very great blow to him ⦠her state is deplorable, that is, the pains of the body, for she is the greatest possible example of the immortality of the soul ⦠affections as tender and delicate as they were ever at any period of her life.'
On Sunday, 28 October, Sir Henry Halford wrote to the Prince of Wales: âI am grieved to inform you that the King has passed a night
entirely
without sleep.' Over the previous two days, as his patient's situation had deteriorated, Halford had called in Dr Matthew Baillie and then Dr William Heberden junior and David Dundas, Serjeant-Surgeon since 1792, as the King began to exhibit the symptoms that his family dreaded. He was nervous, prone to
tears,
his nights became disturbed, and his pulse quickened. His appearance at the fiftieth anniversary of his accession on Thursday, 25 October had frightened everyone. âAs he went round the circle as usual,' wrote Miss Knight, âit was easy to perceive the dreadful excitement in his
countenance.'
Meanwhile Amelia had softened towards her mother. She âcut off a lock of her hair' after one frightful seizure, âgave it to Her Majesty, thanked her for all her kindness, hoped her own sufferings and her anxiety would now soon be over, but hoped also she would remember her and sometimes think of her.' Mrs Kennedy heard from another of the Windsor ladies that the Queen was âthe picture of
grief,
cannot shed a tear and endeavours to keep up to support the King, who weeps all day long, but rides out every day as usual, and the Queen goes to Frogmore for an hour most
mornings.'
The King usually visited his daughter at three in the afternoon. One day he was standing weeping by the fire when Princess Mary said, âSir, Amelia desires you will come to the bedside.' Amelia said, âMy dearest father, this ring shall tell you my
wishes,'
and handed him a ring she had had made specially. She had had some of her hair put under a crystal tablet set round with diamonds, and in the crystal was engraved the motto, âRemember me.' Reading the motto, the King embraced his daughter and said he âshould think of her, and lament her every day he lived, for she was in his
heart's core. That it should be on his finger as long as he lived, and go into his
coffin with
him.' Princess Mary had gone on her knees to prevent her sister from giving him the ring. But Amelia was resolved on it, and resolved in all she did, even asking that the bird that Augusta had lent should be restored to her two days after her death, so as not to awaken too many cruel reflections.
In her âlast hours' the twenty-seven-year-old Princess Amelia spoke to her attendants at Augusta Lodge:
âI am dying, send for the chaplain, to pray with me.' All thought her so weak that she would not be able to join with him, but she did do it and in all the fervour of devotion repeated the prayers after him, and, upon his stopping, âSir,' said she, âyou have left out one prayer â the absolution, which I desire you to repeat.' âYour Royal Highness must then allow me to ask you some previous questions.' She acceded and after that thanked him, and said, âNow I must ask you a question â do you think that my great sufferings have been laid upon me because I am a sinner above all others?' âBy no means,' he replied. âDo you think', she said, âthat when my soul departs, I shall go into the bosom of my saviour through his merits and mediation?' He answered in the affirmative. âNow then,' said she, âI have nothing to ask.'
On Thursday, 1 November Augusta went to her sister, and Amelia's words, âDear Augusta I love you, I always did love you,' were within days to be âlike heavenly
sounds'
in her sister's ears. For early the following morning Amelia was seized with convulsions, then âfell into a stupor between 11 and 12'. At noon Princess Mary, sitting by her bedside, put aside the curtain to look at her, then said, âSir Henry, I do not hear her breath, pray come and look.' The doctor felt Amelia's pulse, then lit a candle and, having examined the Princess, closed the curtain. âYour Royal Highness must suffer me to lead you to the Queen, who is in the house,' he said. Mary remonstrated, saying, âOh, she is dying and I will not leave her.' âMadam, she is dead,' came the grim response, âand you must leave the room, for I must go and acquaint the Queen.' While Sir Henry wrote to inform the King of his daughter's death, Princess Mary wrote to Charles Fitzroy, before quitting Augusta Lodge: âMy dear Fitzroy, Our beloved Amelia is no more but her last words to me were, “Tell Charles I die blessing him.” Before I leave the house I obey her last wishes.'
Princess Augusta described her own reaction to her sister's death in a letter to Lady Harcourt on 6 November:
God knows I had never looked forward to dear Amelia's life being spared â and her sufferings were so great and her frame of mind so angelic, that
except for my own deprivation of a sister I doted upon, I could not wish the tortures prolonged. At the same time the suddenness of her death has been a severe shock to us all, especially to myself â for seeing the Queen's coach when I returned from my ride I said, âI am glad it is here for it shall carry me directly to my beloved Amelia.' And little did I think that angel now gone to another and a better world, and that poor Mary had just got out of the coach at the castle. I saw Mary as soon as I could collect my ideas at all, and then I went to the Queen, both of which were duties I wished to fulfil as soon as possible, and since that time I have scarcely shed a tear.
The King was too ill for several days before and after Amelia's death to understand anything, let alone that she was dead. The Foreign Secretary, Lord Wellesley, had heard the King sobbing before he went in to see him on 29 October â âmost dreadful â a sort of wailing, most horrible and heartrending to hear'. Still Halford had hoped âthe [King's] malady would last a short time'; Baillie thought of months. But now his mind was gone. âHis excess of feeling has been too much to bear,' Elizabeth wrote to Augusta Compton, âand the long suspense between hope and fear has been the fatal cause of his illness.'
âThe violence of the [King's] disorder was at a horrible height,' wrote Mr Speaker Abbott of 2 and 3 November. While Amelia lay dying at Augusta Lodge, it had already been resolved by the physicians supervising her father's treatment that they would âcontrol and govern' his case, but would do well to âhave some of the mad people
under them.'
At their request Dr Simmons came down to Windsor, but on finding he was to be âunder' the physicians, went away again. On the day Amelia died, a madhouse keeper from Kensington with two assistants was introduced into the King's apartments at Windsor, with instructions that they were ânot to be afraid of employing the necessary means of restraint, but were at the same time never to lose sight of the King's
rank.'
Dr Henry Revell Reynolds, who had attended in all the previous illnesses, was called in as additional physician the following day, the 3rd.
When he first suspected he was becoming ill the King charted his own descent into alienation. He remarked that at its inception he had dreamt the same dream which heralded each of his other illnesses, and he named the causes of his former illnesses, ending âand now it is poor Amelia'. He told Sir Henry Halford that, if his case required medical supervision, he and any other physicians attending him should admit to their consultations no âmedical man specially engaged in the department of
insanity.'
But, three days after Amelia's death, the King's ministers were resolute that â despite Simmons's refusal to act â the attendance was required of a medical
man âwhose practice and experience have powerfully been directed to that species of disorder with which it has pleased God again to afflict his Majesty â¦'. The Prime Minister Spencer Perceval wrote to the Prince of Wales on 5 November: âDoctor Robert Willis is proceeding down to Windsor this morning for that
purpose.'
The King still could not take in the fact of Amelia's death, though Sir Henry Halford attempted to impress it on him. The King had written to Amelia on his seventy-second birthday that June, as they applied the cupping glasses to her head once again at Windsor: âThere is no object nearer my heart, no blessing for which I pray more fervently than that you may be restored to me.' Now, when told that his prayers had failed, he resorted to believing that Amelia had died but had risen from the dead. Lord Auckland commented on 5 November that it was ânot easy to conceive a more terrible visitation of mental misery than that of feverish insanity added to total blindness', and very hard to imagine a king ruling in such circumstances.
Amelia's sisters were torn between bracing themselves for their sister's funeral and fearing for their father's sanity. Augusta said of Amelia in her letter to Lady Harcourt of 6 November: âYou who loved her dearly will understand the delight it is to me to talk of her and how happy I am she is to be buried where I live. The same good and merciful God who gave her to me, had a right to take her to himself whenever he thought fit. I am thankful for the time I had the blessing of possessing her.' She received back the bird that she had lent Amelia, and she asked Amelia's nurse, Mrs Adams, to secure for her from her sister Mary âany one little box belonging to poor dear Amelia â either the writing box or the red leather box and any one book which she has read in much during her illness. I cannot help asking this for I had rather have a book than anything. Don't name it till you think it quite right.' The âcircumstances of horror' in which they had been for some days concerning the King had âadded greatly to our afflictions', Augusta confessed, âand we may indeed say we are borne down with grief.'
Elizabeth wrote to Lady Harcourt on the 9th, four days before Amelia's funeral was due to take place in St George's Chapel: âI now shudder when I think of what the angel King will feel when he knows the worst for as yet, though it has been named, he cannot believe it. Three days later, however, ârestraint was
taken off',
after the King at last comprehended his daughter's death.
Amelia's funeral took place the next day, 13 November, at eight o'clock in the evening. âThere was no parade, only the hearse drawn by eight of His Majesty's fine black horses, escorted by a troop of the Royal Household Blues and Royals with drawn swords.' The Prince of Wales and
the Duke of Cambridge, Amelia's executors, followed in a coach and six, while the Castle bell tolled the short distance that the coffin travelled from Augusta Lodge to St George's Chapel. Amelia's other brothers, cloaked and booted, met the body at the west door of the church, which was itself illuminated by two rows of guardsmen bearing flambeaux. Lady George Murray and three others of Princess Amelia's ladies â wearing long white crepe veils and long white gloves â supported the pall, while eight of the King's Beefeaters carried the coffin into the chapel. All Amelia's brothers were âin floods of
tears
the whole ceremony, particularly the Prince'. But her sisters and mother, according to etiquette, were not present for the service, nor for the moment when the Beefeaters lowered Amelia's coffin into the royal vault below the chapel. Remaining in their apartments in Upper Ward, they had heard only the tolling of the bell, to announce the passage of the hearse into the Castle.
The King in his northern apartments knew now that his darling Amelia was dead. With his mind gone, it seemed that a period of regency must ensue. Princess Elizabeth wrote some weeks later, âDistress and misery has so long been my lot that I have no longer the power of tears.'
There was, besides the sadness of Amelia's death and of her father's reaction to it, the matter of her will. Amelia's maid Mary Gaskoin, herself to die of tuberculosis within months, received, according to her mistress's directions, all the clothing that had been found in the Princess's apartment at the Queen's House: âa variety of court dresses, fans and other ornaments
of dress.'
Everything else Amelia had left to Charles Fitzroy, but the Prince of Wales and the Duke of Cambridge, as executors, moved swiftly to overturn the will. A bereaved Fitzroy received the brothers â at their
most
charming. He agreed that it would only do Amelia's reputation harm if it were
known
she had left nearly all her possessions to him. The brothers assured him they would pass on much of what she had left to him â a âlarge number of packing cases⦠removed from HRH's different
apartments'
and now lodged at Mrs Villiers's house.
There
were books and furniture, plate â Amelia had had half of it engraved AFR and CFR â and china. Fitzroy was later to contest this arrangement, but for the moment the princes' graciousness won the day.
Knowing nothing of the urgent bargaining taking
place
between the Prince of Wales and General Fitzroy to reassign the dispositions of Amelia's will, in the days following her funeral on 13 November 1810 the King took his own measures, assuming his
daughter
to have died intestate. According to Mrs Kennedy, he âcalled for his strong box, took out some gold and bank notes, parcelled them and had them put up in different papers, sealed, and then called for pen and ink and directed them himself to the Queen, saying, “I must perform my promise to my dear departed child.” They were little legacies to her attendants and to the
poor.'
But that night the King was feverish and sleepless, and they ârestrained' him at three in the morning. For a good month the delirium and sleeplessness persisted, with acute pain at
times
from a bowel complaint. Towards the end of November the Privy Council examined the physicians â Halford, Heberden and Dundas one day, and Baillie the next â and Dr Robert Willis, all of whom spoke âwith
confidence'
of the King's
ultimate recovery. The politician George Canning had indeed believed, before Amelia died, that âthe one
shock'
of her death would probably accelerate the King's recovery. But it was not to prove so, and by mid-December, when they were examined by Select Committees in the Commons and Lords, the physicians' answers about the King's recovery were less firm.