He was lumped in with his
brothers Ernest and Adolphus, in the way that the children of this large family
seemed to be grouped into subsets by their parents—there were only three years
between the youngest and eldest of the trio. After leaving the nursery, the
three were given their own house at Kew Green, near to their other siblings’
establishments. Augustus seems to have been an intelligent, bookish child, a
tendency that was reinforced by the fact that he was subject to severe asthmatic
attacks and could not lead as boisterous a life as his brothers.
In July of 1786 at age
thirteen, Augustus was bundled off to the University of Gottingen with Ernest
and Adolphus to perfect his German and to prepare for military service like
their older brothers. But for Augustus, this was not to be; though he harbored
romantic dreams of joining the navy, his health would not permit it...and thus
he became the only one of George III’s sons not to have a military career.
Indeed, his asthma was
sufficiently bad that it was decided that he should spend winters in a warmer
climate, and so for the next several years he was shipped off to Italy to avoid
winter cold. He enjoyed his Italian travels, soaking up art and architecture as
well as sunshine. He had hopes of perhaps returning home and becoming an
academic...but what happened instead was that he fell in love, at age twenty,
with Lady Augusta Murray, daughter of the Earl of Dunmore, who was traveling in
Rome in the spring of 1793 with her mother and sister. Lady Augusta was some
years his senior and, it seems, perhaps a tad on the predatory side...for by April,
she’d gotten him to propose, and they were secretly married.
What Lady Augusta seems to
have forgotten is that any marriage contracted by a child of the sovereign
without his permission was immediately void. The couple returned to England and
remarried there—by which time Lady A. was pregnant—but the result was the same.
Eventually Augustus was sent back to Italy, his tail between his legs, while
Lady Augusta was hauled before the Privy Council where the marriage was declared invalid and
the first of the king’s 50-odd illegitimate grandchildren was formally declared
a bastard.
Augustus mostly continued to
live abroad for the next few years, which included a brief reunion with Lady
Augusta which produced a daughter (though some dispute that the child was the
prince’s) until the continental situation and a certain French general named
Napoleon made that impossible; thereafter, he moved into Kensington Palace and
began to accumulate an enormous library. He was made a royal duke in 1801, and
seems to have spend much of his time with his books and with patronage of
various societies, from Masons to orphans’ hospitals to the Society of Arts, of
which he became president. In 1806 he received custody of his children, and was
a gentle, loving papa to them.
These years were quiet ones
for him, for if he was unlike his brothers in not having a military career, he
was also unlike them in being an avowed liberal Whig and spoke in Parliament in
favor of many Whig causes, including Catholic Emancipation. He did not get on well
with his eldest brother, the Prince of Wales (due in great part to his siding
with Princess Charlotte in her marriage travails and with his estranged wife,
Princess Caroline) and so kept to himself and his books until George IV’s
death. Though his asthma eased, he remained something of a hypochondriac all
his life, and insisted on wearing a black skullcap at all times to protect his
head from drafts. With William’s ascension, he had more of a public life:
William made him Keeper of St. James and Hyde Parks, and he was named president
of the Royal Society in 1830 and was an active participant in its meetings.
In 1830, Lady Augusta Murray
died, and a year later, Augustus was married again—once more without formal
permission—to another earl’s daughter, the widowed Lady Cecelia Buggin, whom
Queen Victoria later created Duchess of Inverness in gratitude to her uncle’s
giving precedence to Prince Albert (and by the way, Augustus gave the bride away at Victoria's wedding.) Augustus and his second wife had a happy
marriage for the next thirteen years, until Augustus was felled by an attack of
erysipelas, a bacterial skin infection, in 1843.
On the whole, he sounds like
the best of George and Charlotte’s sons (with the possible exception of his
younger brother Adolphus). Unlike his brothers he was not a spendthrift (aside
from his collector’s passion for books—his library exceeded 50,000 volumes!)
and seems to have been a genuinely good—if at times eccentric—person.
He does sound like the best of the lot. I don't blame Lady Augusta for being an opportunist. The stigma of her father's failure as governor of the colony of Virginia must have followed the family forever. I saw both her parents on a visit to Colonial Williamsburg once. If I make it there again, I'll see if Lady Dunmore will talk about her small daughter.
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