Prince Alfred, 1866, National Portrait Gallery, London |
Packed off to the Royal Navy at only 14, Prince Alfred was probably more
fortunate than his brothers and sisters as he was able to escape his
mother’s strictures and restraints. But this freedom came at a cost. He was far
from home serving as a lieutenant on the HMS
Racoon when in December 1861 his beloved father Prince Albert died of
suspected typhoid fever.
Five years later the Prince was promoted to captain, granted the title the Duke of Edinburgh, and given command of the frigate HMS Galatea.
In return, the British government tasked him with sailing the world as a kind
of colonial ambassador on his mother’s behalf, a job that suited his nature very
well. In 1867 and 1868, he visited the Cape Colony in South Africa and then went
on to Australia where he became the first member of the royal family ever to
set foot on Australian soil. He spent five months touring around the vast
country and was met with great enthusiasm.
However, on March 12th, 1868, on his second visit
to Sydney, he was attending a picnic to raise money for the city’s
Sailors’ Home at Clontarf. The Melbourne Argus described what ensued: “The Prince arrived at two
o'clock, and, after luncheon, was walking with the Countess of Belmore and Sir
William Manning, when an unknown elderly man came behind him, and drawing a
revolver, shot the Prince... He fired at the Prince's back, when two paces
off. The bullet entered two inches from the spine, passed through the muscles
of the back, and round by the ribs to the front of the abdomen. The Prince immediately
fell, exclaiming, ‘My back is broken.’ …the crowd rushed to raise the Prince
and seize the assassin, who was only saved from being torn piecemeal by the
exertions of the police and the Chief Justice… The
Prince was carried on board the steamer Morpeth about four o'clock, suffering
intense pain. Two lines of citizens formed an avenue from the marquee to the
steamer, and profound grief was manifested by them. Many ladies fainted as the
Prince was borne by. He arrived in Sydney about five o'clock, and was conveyed
to Government House. The wound is not thought to be mortal, though it causes
great pain.”
Attempted Assassination of H.R.H. the Duke of Edinburgh at Clontarf, N.S.W. 1868, by Samuel Calvert. |
In
1869, Alfred set out on a second world tour that was to take in Hawaii, New Zealand,
India and Japan. On the way to Hawaii, HMS
Galatea made a stop at Tahiti, and like so many others before and after
him, Prince Alfred fell in love with the island. In a letter to his mother, he
wrote, “I cannot tell you what a treat it was to arrive at
Tahiti in the midst of all that tropical beauty of scenery amongst the most
peaceful and charming inhabitants.” The Prince told his mother about being
taken by the Governor to meet Queen Pomare. “This was one of the most impressive
sights I have ever seen. The population of Tahiti and the neighbouring island
of Eimeo [Moorea], who had all collected in town by the Queen=s
order, were ranged along both sides of the way to the Queen=s
palace (which is a low hut but very tidy and nice) and sung songs of welcome.”
The Queen herself he described as being “a very kind good-natured old lady”
while quipping that the Queen=s
figure was a large as “two Dowager Duchesses of Somerset.”
While the HMS Galatea
was in port, John Brander, the most powerful European landowner on the island,
entertained the Prince and his fellow naval officers at Brander’s charming
plantation house at Mahina. The 25-year-old Prince fell for the charms of the
host’s much younger wife, Princess Titaua. Although Titaua had recently given
birth to her seventh child, she was only 27 and very beautiful.Titaua on the steps of the Mahina house |
The Prince spent many enjoyable
hours in the company of Titaua and her guests. His partiality for her was
so evident that it occasioned some gossip. A photograph was taken of the group in
which Titaua is sitting at the Prince’s feet and leaning on his knee, which must have
fanned the flames of the rumor mill.
The term is also used in a report about the Prince’s visit to Tahiti that appeared in the New York Times on September 5, 1869. Much can be read between the lines. The report says: “The Prince and suite associated with the half-caste population, and several photographs were taken of the Captain of the Galatea, one of which represents him standing between two half-caste girls. All the European houses were open to the officers and all the best feeling prevailed with everyone. Dinners and balls were given and the Prince was forced to remain four days longer than intended.” Or maybe he simply could not tear himself away from Titaua’s side.
When he left, he presented Titaua with a turquoise and diamond
ring and pendant, which she kept all her life and passed on after her death to her
daughter Georgina. Prince Alfred would clearly have liked to have stayed
longer. He wrote to his mother, “We were all very sorry to leave
Tahiti and regretted the shortness of our stay which prevented us [from seeing]
more of the beauties of the island.” No doubt he hoped Queen Victoria would
assume he was referring to the scenery.
Prince Alfred had a long and distinguished naval career, culminating
in his appointment as Commander-in-Chief, Plymouth in 1890. Three years later on
the death of his uncle he inherited the title of Duke of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha in
the German Empire, but he was not happy living in the landlocked duchy far from
the sea. And his last years were marred by tragedy. In January 1899, during the
25th wedding anniversary celebrations for Alfred and his wife, the couple’s only son shot
himself after becoming embroiled in a scandal involving his mistress, dying two
weeks later of his self-inflicted wounds. Eighteen months later, Alfred himself
died of throat cancer at the age of 55. He was mourned by his four daughters,
including the famous Marie, Queen of Romania.L to R: Princesses Beatrice, Victoria Melita and Alexandra and Queen Marie of Romania |
Fascinating blog, Fiona! I can't believe the prince survived the point-blank gunshot to the back! And the women fainting as he was carried to the ship -- wonderful details. I like the way you interweave newspaper accounts of the day, or letters of the day, with your own narrative. But I confess when I first looked at the photo of the 4 grieving daughters, I thought they were conjoined twins! Beth
ReplyDeleteThat's funny! I can see why you thought that. But I'm glad you enjoyed the post!
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