The Seven Year's War and The End

Journal, It has been a while. Military life has been keeping me from writing down my thoughts. I have come to an older age and war and politics are becoming a huge burden. Population is rising due to the effects of our new industrialized items and ways. Our dominance in India is increasing and I must thank Robert Clive for his victories. Britain has just recently reformed its calender, the Gregorian Calendar. It omitted eleven days and January 1st became the official day of the New Year.

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1754: I issued the charter for King’s College in New York City. Henry Pelham, my prime minister, passed away and is to be succeeded by his brother. 

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1757: My disliking for William Pit the Elder was evident. He caused much trouble for us in war by opposing involvement. His speeches were pointless and stupid and it did not create an impact what so ever. He should learn of more morals. 

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Seven Year’s War: 

Another was has started. Maria Theresa has an alliance with Russia and France, and that made us her enemies. Or you could say, that she was our enemy. I am fearful that this new alliance would take over hanover, and therefore, I made a pact with Prussia. We are targeted against many European powers, but that does not mean all hope is lost. I, even at an old age, declared that we will not lose. 

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1759: Britain experienced an Annus Marabilis. We succeeded in every fight we were involved in. I am truly happy I am able to experience this before I die. I feel as though I must retire from my work very soon. I don’t know how long I will last from now and I must bid thee farewell journal. I am getting weak physically, but my mentality will never die. As I am a King of great attitude and great power. 

Bon Voyage:

War

I went into war with Spain. Due to the death of Charles VI, the whole continent of Europe was put into war and it led into the War of the Austrian Succession. Robert Walpole finally retired, and my original choice, Earl of Wilmington, took his place. Although he died fairly quickly and got taken over my Henry Pelham. The pro-war faction was led by Lord Carteret and he said that if Maria Theresa failed to succeed to the Austrian Throne, French power in Europe will increase. I agreed to send more troops to Europe, not really supporting Maria Theresa, but to prevent enemy troops in marching into Hanover. Our army have not fought in over twenty years but I still had high hopes and nonetheless sent my troops to Europe. I have to say myself, that I’m quite a rowdy person. I personally accompanied the army, leading them into the Battle of Dettingen. And I, happy to say so myself, had wonderful visions of being the last British monarch of leading troops onto the battlefield:

My armies were controlled by my military inspired son, The Duke of Cumberland. Of course, this war disturbed the public. My French opponents supported rebellion by the Jacobites and when James II, who is a Catholic, died and his Protestant daughter took over, the Jacobites were doomed for disaster. That gave us, a much more advanced lead in the war. 

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1748: Peace is finally made and Maria Theresa is recognized as Archduchess of Austria. However, she dropped Great Britain as an ally, finding it is too unreliable. It is her loss.

Family Problems

My son, already elected Prince of Wales, and I are becoming more distant.  We already had many quarrels and our relationship was not all too great. He argued that I never cared for him, but in fact I am just disciplining him. To be independent is an important trait in a person and you can not become a leading military officer with low discipline. Our argument reminded me of my father and I. We never really started off with a positive relationship.

Handsome, but unholy:

I was truly disappointed to hear the latest news about the Prince of Wales. My son got married, to my dismay, and our dispute broke out into the open, for it was too huge to keep quiet. I was indeed furious. I did the same to him as my father did to me; I banished him and his entire family from the royal court, an appropriate thing to do. As a father, I deserved much more respect.

Sadly, after I banished my son from the royal court, my beautiful wife, Caroline, died. She told me to remarry when she passed on but in return I replied with an honest answer, “No, I shall have mistresses!” And in disdain she replied “My God, that doesn’t prevent it.” However, I already have an illegitimate son but even though, my love for Caroline never faded.

The Prince of Wales, no longer able to be called son, created and became the leader of an anti-administration faction. He, like Robert Walpole, became my enemy. I feel as though these days, i gain more and more enemies who I once believed would exceed my expectations.

My Problems with Father and the Betrayal of Robert Walpole

When I was given my title of Prince of Wales, my detest for my father grew stronger. The Princess of Wales gave birth to Prince George William and my desire for having the Duke of Newcastle as the godfather was evident. Unfortunately, my father abhorred him and demanded that his brother, Duke of York and Albany, as the godfather. My anger rose, how could a man be so selfish and sinister? I took the only step I thought of. I humiliated my father publicly and was soon arrested. He banished from all public ceremonies and even from his residence, St. James’s Palace.  

In all my will, I encouraged opposition to my father’s policies. Due to the banishment, I stayed at the residence of the Leicester House:

(Beautifully drawn, no?)

It become a gathering for my father’s political opponents. One of importance was Robert Walpole, his prime minister. A foolish man, he tried to reconcile the relationship of my father and I. I always have this feeling that he was not to be trusted. For he is the head leader of the Whigs, and I am in the pary of the Tories.

An economic disaster of the South Sea Bubble made Robert Walpole exceed to the pinnacle of the government. Walpole and his Whig Party had the reign in politics. The Tories were to weak to defeat the power of the Whigs and Robert Walpole achieved in controlling the British government. I was having big doubts and I realized he truly is a devil. He joined my father’s side. All the little respect and trust that I had in him came to an end. I found it hard to believe that the one who had my hand of support abandoned me for more political power. 

The Face of the Betrayer:

The History of Man

I am Georg August. My life consists of many titles. King of Great Britain, Ireland, and France, Duke of Hanover, and Archtreasurer and Prince-elector of the Holy Roman Empire are many that I achieved. I was born on November 10, 1683. I am the only son of the first monarch of the House of Hanover, Georg I and my darling mother, Sophia. As being the only son, I admit I have a haughty attitude. Although I must say, my spirit is as lively as ever. When I was young, I spent most of in the Hanoverian court in Germany. I married my beloved and most beautiful wife, Caroline of Anspach, on August 22, 1705; she bore me three sons and five daughters. I love her dearly and I truly am devoted to make her feel special with me at all times.

My Beautiful Wife:

I mainly spoke German and French, but I know Latin, Dutch, and Spanish. I am quite interested in the English style and with that thought, I also learned how to speak in the English language. Although I inherited a strong government, due to my lack of interest, I did not have total control over it. Parliament, instead, controlled the government of Great Britain. 

Out of many passions, I have three distinct ones. The army, like my father, music, and of course my admirable wife. Military life to me, is everything. I grew up learning all I could and was well disciplined into becoming the best military officer I can set my mind to. I try in all my will, to benefit the people with an army that will not disappoint. I inherited my father’s extreme like for opera, and if I were to choose my favorite artist, it would have to be the works of George Frederick Handel.

Displayed here is a video of an excellent woman singing "Va Godendo" (One out of many favorites) by Handel:

(credits: MrWaldberg@youtube)

Painting and poetry are two things that were not as interesting to me. One night when my father told me to take painting and poetry as common hobbies, I stated out of anger, “I hate bainting and boetry too! Neither the one nor the other ever did any good.” Already so stressed from all the commands and the common animosity towards my father, had me raging.

My wife is everything to me and she revived traditional court life, an excellent decision in my perspective. However, my father disapproved of the idea and banished it. Already in a bad relationship with him, we became more distant. He is smart and brave, but violent and too rash. The hatred for my father never died down. I blame him for bringing me with an impulsive attitude. I believe that he is the reason I don’t take too much interest in my son. Similar to my father and I, we get into many quarrels and object to everything the other has to say. I feel as though, this is not my fault that he turned out this way. It was not I that raised him to be like this. In all honesty, I never have acted as a parent towards him.

It feels good to get out my thoughts like this. So journal, until I vent out my thoughts some other time, I will now flee to reality and face the utter divineness of this world. I am afraid that my father will prevent me from writing a while, but I will try me best to keep you updated.