queen victoria-第44章
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uld not； in the Queen's opinion； be too much。〃 Eventually； the smaller sum having been fixed upon； it was invested in a trust； called the 〃Victoria…Stift；〃 in the name of the Burgomaster and chief clergyman of Coburg； who were directed to distribute the interest yearly among a certain number of young men and women of exemplary character belonging to the humbler ranks of life。
Shortly afterwards the Queen underwent； for the first time in her life； the actual experience of close personal loss。 Early in 1861 the Duchess of Kent was taken seriously ill； and in March she died。 The event overwhelmed Victoria。 With a morbid intensity； she filled her diary for pages with minute descriptions of her mother's last hours； her dissolution； and her corpse； interspersed with vehement apostrophes； and the agitated outpourings of emotional reflection。 In the grief of the present the disagreements of the past were totally forgotten。 It was the horror and the mystery of DeathDeath； present and actualthat seized upon the imagination of the Queen。 Her whole being； so instinct with vitality； recoiled in agony from the grim spectacle of the triumph of that awful power。 Her own mother； with whom she had lived so closely and so long that she had become a part almost of her existence； had fallen into nothingness before her very eyes！ She tried to forget； but she could not。 Her lamentations continued with a strange abundance； a strange persistency。 It was almost as if； by some mysterious and unconscious precognition； she realised that for her； in an especial manner； that grisly Majesty had a dreadful dart in store。
For indeed； before the year was out； a far more terrible blow was to fall upon her。 Albert； who had for long been suffering from sleeplessness； went； on a cold and drenching day towards the end of November； to inspect the buildings for the new Military Academy at Sandhurst。 On his return； it was clear that the fatigue and exposure to which he had been subjected had seriously affected his health。 He was attacked by rheumatism； his sleeplessness continued； and he complained that he felt thoroughly unwell。 Three days later a painful duty obliged him to visit Cambridge。 The Prince of Wales； who had been placed at that University in the previous year； was behaving in such a manner that a parental visit and a parental admonition had become necessary。 The disappointed father； suffering in mind and body； carried through his task； but； on his return journey to Windsor； he caught a fatal chill。 During the next week he gradually grew weaker and more miserable。 Yet； depressed and enfeebled as he was； he continued to work。 It so happened that at that very moment a grave diplomatic crisis had arisen。 Civil war had broken out in America； and it seemed as if England； owing to a violent quarrel with the Northern States； was upon the point of being drawn into the conflict。 A severe despatch by Lord John Russell was submitted to the Queen； and the Prince perceived that； if it was sent off unaltered； war would be the almost inevitable consequence。 At seven o'clock on the morning of December 1； he rose from his bed； and with a quavering hand wrote a series of suggestions for the alteration of the draft； by which its language might be softened； and a way left open for a peaceful solution of the question。 These changes were accepted by the Government； and war was averted。 It was the Prince's last memorandum。
He had always declared that he viewed the prospect of death with equanimity。 〃I do not cling to life；〃 he had once said to Victoria。 〃You do； but I set no store by it。〃 And then he had added： 〃I am sure； if I had a severe illness； I should give up at once； I should not struggle for life。 I have no tenacity of life。〃 He had judged correctly。 Before he had been ill many days； he told a friend that he was convinced he would not recover。 He sank and sank。 Nevertheless； if his case had been properly understood and skilfully treated from the first； he might conceivably have been saved； but the doctors failed to diagnose his symptoms； and it is noteworthy that his principal physician was Sir James Clark。 When it was suggested that other advice should be taken； Sir James pooh…poohed the idea： 〃there was no cause for alarm；〃 he said。 But the strange illness grew worse。 At last； after a letter of fierce remonstrance from Palmerston； Dr。 Watson was sent for； and Dr。 Watson saw at once that he had come too late The Prince was in the grip of typhoid fever。 〃I think that everything so far is satisfactory；〃 said Sir James Clark。＇*＇
＇*＇ Clarendon； II； 253…4： 〃One cannot speak with certainty； but it is horrible to think that such a life MAY have been sacrificed to Sir J。 Clark's selfish jealousy of every member of his profession。〃 The Earl of Clarendon to the Duchess of Manchester； December 17； 1861。
The restlessness and the acute suffering of the earlier days gave place to a settled torpor and an everdeepening gloom。 Once the failing patient asked for music〃a fine chorale at a distance；〃 and a piano having been placed in the adjoining room； Princess Alice played on it some of Luther's hymns； after which the Prince repeated 〃The Rock of Ages。〃 Sometimes his mind wandered； sometimes the distant past came rushing upon him； he heard the birds in the early morning； and was at Rosenau again； a boy。 Or Victoria would come and read to him 〃Peveril of the Peak；〃 and he showed that he could follow the story； and then she would bend over him； and he would murmur 〃liebes Frauchen〃 and 〃gutes Weibchen；〃 stroking her cheek。 Her distress and her agitation were great； but she was not seriously frightened。 Buoyed up by her own abundant energies； she would not believe that Albert's might prove unequal to the strain。 She refused to face such a hideous possibility。 She declined to see Dr。 Watson。 Why should she？ Had not Sir James Clark assured her that all would be well？ Only two days before the end； which was seen now to be almost inevitable by everyone about her； she wrote； full of apparent confidence； to the King of the Belgians： 〃I do not sit up with him at night；〃 she said； 〃as I could be of no use； and there is nothing to cause alarm。〃 The Princess Alice tried to tell her the truth； but her hopefulness would not be daunted。 On the morning of December 14； Albert； just as she had expected； seemed to be better； perhaps the crisis was over。 But in the course of the day there was a serious relapse。 Then at last she allowed herself to see that she was standing on the edge of an appalling gulf。 The whole family was summoned； and； one after another； the children took a silent farewell of their father。 〃It was a terrible moment；〃 Victoria wrote in her diary； 〃but； thank God！ I was able to command myself； and to be perfectly calm； and remained sitting by his side。〃 He murmured something； but she could not hear what it was； she thought he was speaking in French。 Then all at once he began to arrange his hair； 〃just as he used to do when well and he was dressing。〃 〃Es kleines Frauchen；〃 she whispered to him； and he seemed to understand。 For a moment； towards the evening； she went into another room； but was immediately called back； she saw at a glance that a ghastly change had taken place。 As she knelt by the bed； he breathed deeply； breathed gently； breathed at last no more。 His features became perfectly rigid； she shrieked one long wild shriek that rang through the terror…stricken castle and understood that she had lost him for ever。
CHAPTER VII。 WIDOWHOOD
I
The death of the Prince Consort was the central turning…point in the history of Queen Victoria。 She herself felt that her true life had ceased with her husband's； and that the remainder of her days upon earth was of a twilight naturean epilogue to a drama that was done。 Nor is it possible that her biographer should escape a similar impression。 For him； too； there is a darkness over the latter half of that long career。 The first fortytwo years of the Queen's life are illuminated by a great and varied quantity of authentic information。 With Albert's death a veil descends。 Only occasionally； at fitful and disconnected intervals； does it lift for a moment or two； a few main outlines； a few remarkable details may be discerned； the
