A Royal Visit to Bristol

After the celebrations for the king, his long suffering wife seems to have been less popular, or maybe she should have paid for a few barrels of beer for the locals:

“Queen Charlotte, wife of George III, being on a visit to Bath for the purpose of drinking the waters, was invited to this city by the mayor and Corporation, and responded to their request by driving over on the 17th December, [1817] accompanied by the Duke of Clarence, afterwards William IV., and the Princess Elizabeth. After breakfasting at the Mansion House, the royal party crossed Prince’s Street bridge, and proceeding along the “newly formed road” by the side of the New Cut to the Hotwells. They then returned to College Green, ascended Park Street,. and drove through Berkeley Square to Clifton, “passing under the York Crescent, up Sion Hill, and through the turnpike to the Look-out (Wallis’s Wall) [Sea Walls] on Durdham Down, returning  through another part of Clifton to Colonel Baillie’s residence [later Princes Theatre, now the University]  in Park Row; where “every delicacy and luxury of the season” was “served up in the drawing-room on a most costly service of embossed plate.” On returning, the queen was to have gone over the Drawbridge and through Clare Street; but as the procession approached, the rigging of a small vessel passing the bridge, which was then really a drawbridge, ot entangled in  the lifted structure – an accident of common occurrence. The royal carriage was consequently stopped; and as the Float was then the receptacle of the city sewage, the overpowering odour of the water is said by a local poet to have forced her majesty to “snuff her royal nose.”Her majesty had at last to be taken to Bristol Bridge by way of Nelson Street, Union Street and Dolphin Street, the beauties of which thorough-fares she had an opportunity of admiring, as the cortege proceeded at “a slow rate”. the queen, who died in the following year, was far from popular and a courtly newspaper in the city noted, with assumed “surprise” that the tradesmen in the principal streets manifested no tokens of mourning on her demise.

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