At the age of sixty-five he relinquished the struggle with Fate, and still one of the great men of a century, rich in great men, with no hope before him, and none behind—for since kingly genius is not hereditary, your divine right is a disastrous fiction—he sank slowly away into dotage.
— from Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXIV, May 1852, Vol. IV by Various
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