Elisabeth Christine Ulrike - Scandal and exile

My copy of Anna Rosina de Gasc's painting of Elisabeth as Aurora

I first heard about Elisabeth Christine Ulrike in a talk given at the Braunschweig Institute of Regional History, back in the phase when I was a regular attendee of the lectures there. At these events I was generally the youngest person by a couple of decades. I used to feel slightly puzzled by this;  I realise historical lectures aren’t everyone’s idea of a good night out, but was I really the only Braunschweig resident under the age of 50 who had an interest in local history? Apparently so. Not for the first time in my life, I felt like a bit of a freak. I haven’t been in a long time – I suppose I just got out of the habit, but perhaps feeling out of place had something to do with it.

At any rate, the lecture on Elisabeth Christine Ulrike was one of the most memorable ones I went to, quite simply because it is a rollicking good tale: a story of sex and scandal, revenge, harsh punishment, and later, remarkable longevity, eccentricity, and a sort of ultimate triumph against the odds. And of course, I wouldn’t want to deprive you, loyal readers, of such gripping fare. So let us begin our story.

Elisabeth Christine Ulrike was born in 1746 as the tenth child of Carl I and Duchess Philippine Charlotte of Braunschweig-Wolfenbüttel and a younger sister of Anna Amalia, who I have written about in a previous post. Like Anna Amalia, Elisabeth’s childhood wasn’t a happy one. Their mother was highly educated, active both as a patron of the arts and as a composer of music, but apparently was a strict parent who showed little love to her children. And like her sister, Elisabeth was married off to the partner deemed to be most advantageous by her relations. In Anna Amalia’s case, that marriage was eventually to bring her considerable power and independence following her husband’s early death. But the consequences of Elisabeth’s marriage led her down an entirely different path, to a life she could never have imagined.

Elisabeth in 1765 painted by Johann Georg Ziesenis

There were close familial ties between the courts of Braunschweig and Prussia: the Prussian king, Friedrich II (Frederick the Great), was the brother of Philippine Charlotte, and Friedrich’s long suffering wife Elisabeth was the sister of Carl I. Friedrich liked his niece Elisabeth, and selected her as a bride for his nephew and heir, Friedrich Wilhelm (the fact that they were first cousins on both sides did not seem to bother anyone). And a wife was urgently needed, in the King’s view, to bring his party-boy nephew back on to the straight and narrow. Whilst Friedrich Wilhelm’s attention was absorbed with the sober disciplines of warfare, music and philosophy, the Crown Prince was well-known for being partial to, ahem, pleasures of a more sensual nature, and was not shaping up to be good future king of Prussia in his uncle’s eyes.

Crown Prince Friedrich Wilhelm painted in 1765 by Frédéric Reclam 

The couple were married in July 1765 (the festivities lasted for a week and included balls, operas and firework displays) and subsequently moved into their new living quarters in Potsdam. But it soon became apparent that the Crown Prince had no intention of changing his wanton ways now that he was a married man, oh no. No intention whatsoever. In fact, if he had entered himself for the Europe’s Most Badly Behaved Prince award, he probably would have had a fair chance of winning. Just a few doors down from the royal couple’s new home lived one of the king’s musicians, along with his daughter Wilhelmine. She was all of 13 years old but physically mature for her age, and she had already attracted the Prince’s attention. He resolved that she should receive a proper education and should subsequently become his mistress, and now, following his nuptials, he simply continued with his “project”.

The King got wind of what was going on, but before he could do anything about it, the Prince had Wilhelmine “kidnapped” from her home and spirited away to the house of some friends, where he was able to make secret nocturnal visits to her by rowing across a lake. Eventually, this too came to the King’s knowledge, and the Prince, seeing that the game was up for the moment, had Wilhelmine sent away to Paris to continue her education. She was out of the picture, but only temporarily – their relationship continued for many years and she would go on to have six children by him.

Wilhelmine Enke, painted in 1776 by Anna Dorothea Therbusch

Of course, Elisabeth was soon aware of these shenanigans – and presumably this wouldn’t have bothered her husband in the slightest. He saw no reason to keep his continual affairs and dalliances secret from her, apparently even praising the charms of various other women to her face. After all, a wife was there to produce legitimate heirs – beyond that she should simply be obedient and submissive. But unfortunately for him, these were not words that described Elisabeth Christine Ulrike. She was a vivacious, proud and strong-willed woman, who wasn’t going to stand by and let her husband humiliate her. She found ways to enjoy herself and preserve her self-respect: she would frequently visit her aunt Elisabeth, the Queen, at her palace in the north of Berlin. (The older Elisabeth knew a thing or two about unenviable husbands. King Friedrich preferred men to women, both as lovers and friends, and had separated from his wife and now visited her only once a year, on her birthday.) Elisabeth Christine Ulrike raised eyebrows by insisting on making these visits to her aunt on horseback, riding astride like a man, which her aunt reproved her for as being not conducive to pregnancy.  The ladies of her aunts’ court were rather a staid lot, but Elisabeth shook things up, entertaining the other ladies in waiting with her singing and dancing.

In 1776 came the surprising news that Elisabeth was pregnant. As far as the court was concerned, this had not been on the cards: her husband was currently far more occupied with a beautiful countess than with his wife. Unfortunately for Elisabeth though, she gave birth to a daughter, and not the hoped-for male heir. King Friedrich was disappointed but hoped that further pregnancies would now follow; however, Elisabeth still did not appear willing to play her assigned part of dutiful wife and bearer of children. She continued to enjoy herself, dancing and horse riding, and there were now rumors that she had lovers. It was whispered that the Crown Prince was perhaps not even the father of her baby. And who could blame her for having her own amorous adventures, in view of how her husband had humiliated her with his constant infidelities? She was getting her revenge, and of course, Friedrich Wilhelm was not happy at all; however, the King was reluctant to agree to a divorce, knowing how much this would hurt his sister Philippine Charlotte. He also had some sympathy for his niece and could see how she had been driven to her indiscretions by his nephew’s shameful treatment of her. But ultimately, where such behavior could be overlooked or excused in a prince, it simply could not be tolerated in a princess. And when the scandalous revelation came that Elisabeth was planning to flee to Italy with her lover, a musician named Pietro, the King had no choice but to consent to a divorce. Poor old Pietro was arrested and reportedly later executed.

The royal marriage was annulled in April 1769. Just two days later, Elisabeth learned that her punishment would be life-long banishment, and that she would be escorted to the town of Stettin (then part of Prussia but now in Poland) that very evening. The news apparently came as a shock to her and she was upset – understandably so: she was to be separated forever from the people she loved and all that was familiar to her. She was never to see her daughter again, or the rest of her family, not that most of them wanted anything more to do with her: on the next occasion that her mother Philippine Charlotte saw King Friedrich, she is said to have told him that she “cursed the day when she brought such an abhorrent daughter into the world”. Upon arrival in Stettin, she was taken to the castle there that had long stood empty, where she was assigned a suite of rooms and provided with two ladies in waiting. Thus her new life began.

Stettin castle painted by Ludwig August Most, 1828

To begin with, she was under close surveillance, and was permitted to leave her rooms only to cross the gangway to the chapel. However, she shouldn’t be pictured as languishing in some sort of bare cell-like quarters with only bread and water to survive on. Records show, for example, that there was not enough satin available in Stettin for Elisabeth to cover her chairs with, which I think qualifies as a first-world problem. Even a disgraced princess is still a princess, and it wouldn’t be fitting to deprive her of satin covered chairs. She was also provided with various staff including a secretary, an accountant and a cook.

As time went on, she gradually acquired more freedom: she was permitted to go out walking, which she did dressed in practical clothes with shorter skirts than were the fashion; a style that local women apparently tried to copy, with less than elegant results. In 1774, she was granted the use of a converted medieval monastery in a nearby town; she would spend the summer months here, organising celebrations and parties, and riding gaily through the countryside with a band of guests. She became a popular figure in Stettin society and was invited to the homes of the local nobility. She was also a keen needlewoman, had a passion for music and was devoted to her pet dogs.

Her former husband, meanwhile, had remarried soon after he divorced Elisabeth. His new wife, Friederike of Hessen-Darmstadt, seems to have been everything that Elisabeth was not. Quiet, sensible and docile, and not regarded as attractive or talented, she dutifully bore Friedrich Wilhelm eight children, whilst his brazen infidelity continued unabated, most notably with Wilhelmine. Later, after he became King of Prussia, and with his second wife still very much alive, he married not one, but two of her ladies in waiting (I suppose if you are going to become a bigamist, why stop at just one – wenn schon denn schon, as the Germans say). Poor Friederike was obliged to consent to these marriages, but at least she had the nouse to do so only on the condition that her husband paid off her substantial debts.

Friederike of Hessen-Darmstadt painted by Joseph Friedrich August Darbes

The years passed; the old century ended and a new one began. By now, Elisabeth no longer felt like a captive. In 1806, Princess Luise Radziwill passed through Stettin on her flight from Napoleonic troops and paid Elisabeth a visit. She reported that Elisabeth, now 60 years of age, retained the liveliness and impulsive nature of her youth, and spoke with remarkable jollity about the events that had originally brought her to Stettin.

View of Stettin around 1850

As you can imagine, she was a legendary figure even within her own lifetime, and there were various stories told about her. She was said to have had all of her furniture upholstered in blue and yellow fabric, the colours of the house of Braunschweig (a way of asserting her identity and distancing herself from the Prussians who had treated her so cruelly). She was an enthusiastic knitter, and her servants were obliged to join her in this pastime, producing innumerable items in blue and yellow wool. Despite this show of affiliation with the family from which she came, she quipped that she didn’t want to be laid to rest next to the “the old guys in Braunschweig”, hence her decision to have a large mausoleum built for herself in the castle grounds.

She is also said to have taken a mischievous pleasure in embarrassing people in her old age: according to one anecdote, a chaplain had come to her house to celebrate Holy Communion with her and thus aid her spiritual salvation. But her favourite dog was sitting on the chair next to her, and since she refused to move it despite the chaplain’s request, the service could not take place. She is supposed to have been kind to children, giving them sweets when they came to visit her. On one occasion – and this is delightful – she apparently procured a huge quantity of salt, creating a white hill for the local children to sled down in the middle of summer. (Salt was an expensive commodity at the time, but she sent the bill for her rather extravagant purchase to the Prussian state, so that was fine). Elisabeth died in 1840 at the grand old age of 93, meaning that she had spent a whopping 70 years in exile. Her funeral was attended by the great and the good of Stettin, and all the bells in the city rung out to mark the end of the long and remarkable life of the former Crown Princess of Prussia, who had later come to be known simply as “Lisbeth of Stettin”.

Lecture at the Institut für Braunschweigische Regionalgeschichte by Gerd Biegel, plus some additional information that he kindly provided me with
Frauen der Welfen, Elisabeth Kwan et al, 2011


  1. What a rollercoaster! Good for Elisabeth. Can we start using 'there wasn't enough satin in Stettin' as a saying?

    1. Only just saw this, thank you for comment! Yes let's start doing that! Not quite sure what the context would be. Maybe just that someone is focusing on a "first-world problem".


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