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				But in theory at least, if 
				Parliament had decreed that he should be executed, he would have 
				been constitutionally bound to sign his own death warrant. King 
				Edward VII was born while this odd but excellent system was 
				being changed, and played the King to the hilt even though his 
				influence was severely limited. He was born to Victoria and 
				Albert, their first male child, on 2 December 1841.He suffered and survived an appalling education inflicted upon 
				him with dangerously well-meant motives by his father, the 
				Prince Consort. It was meant to produce a human paragon who 
				would not be a religious prig. So he was educated in isolation 
				by tutors without any competition or companionship from other 
				boys.
 He was made to work harder than any schoolboy. He emerged 
				trilingual. He was given to explosions of hysterical rage. He 
				took pleasure in hurting verbally the few contemporaries he was 
				allowed to meet. When he was, technically, an undergraduate at 
				Oxford for four terms, even his fellow-undergraduates rose when 
				he entered the room. It was an unnatural upbringing and it was 
				astonishing that it produced so sturdy and popular a King.
 For, despite scandals, stiff leaders in "The Times", a good deal 
				of republicanism, his notorious infidelities to a beautiful, 
				well-loved Queen, he was, for most of the time, more popular 
				than any politician. This was the time when England really loved 
				a lord and the vices of the aristocracy seemed to come full 
				circle to meet those of the irreligious poor. He gambled; he 
				wenched; he chose his friends because they were successful, 
				because they entertained him.
 Although he had a quick, foul temper, he radiated a sort of 
				genial friendliness that changed the mood of crowds. He never 
				had the slightest doubt about the privilege of his rank. Once 
				when entering a lift - he was travelling incognito at the time - 
				simply by forging ahead like a ship into a dock, he shouldered a 
				prosperous American flat. The possibility of giving way - 
				socially - never occurred to him.
 He was Prince of Wales for a generation. In this time, while the 
				Queen lived in aggressive mourning for her Consort, who had died 
				in 1861, the Prince was recognized as the leader of society, a 
				rather raffish society known as the Marlborough House set. The 
				Queen and he were linked by a most real bond of love, though she 
				thought that Edward's behaviour had hastened Albert's death. 
				None the less she would allow the successor to the throne no 
				real part in the business of government.
 So most of his life was given up, quite literally, to a 
				passionate pursuit of pleasure. Boredom was the enemy that 
				lurked behind every door. His friends made parties to keep the 
				enemy at bay. Weekend hostesses arranged the contiguity of 
				bedrooms to suit his needs. He was not an ass. He did not read 
				much, but he loved the theatre and opera.
 Queen Victoria died at last in 1901 and the new King was already 
				60. However he brought a boyish energy and zest to the job. He 
				was the most kingly of Kings, so he could do and say things no 
				ambassador could. He helped make peace with Russia and tried 
				without success to sober up the Kaiser, his nephew.
 But he was a major influence on government rather than a ruler. 
				He spoke well in public. His horses ran well, which greatly 
				increased his subjects' love for him. He was in fact cautionary 
				rather than creative and usually ready to give a Royal heave to 
				support Ministerial policy.
 Towards the end of his reign, the Prime Minister was in dispute 
				with the House of Lords over their ability to defeat legislation. 
				The King had to face the disagreeable possibility of creating 
				300 new Liberal peers so that the elected Government might get 
				its way. It was a prospect that made him extremely unhappy. He 
				disliked Lloyd George's remark that a fully-equipped duke was as 
				expensive to maintain as two battleships and harder to scrap.
 But his health began to fail and he left for Biarritz with the 
				crisis unresolved. He came home and caught cold at Sandringham. 
				He collapsed after lunch in Buckingham Palace and sat hunched in 
				a chair, receiving relays of visitors. One of his horses won 
				that afternoon at Kempton Park, which pleased him. He died 
				peacefully on 6 May 1910, aged 68.
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