Not long ago I managed to buy a bound edition of The Gentleman's Magazine for the year 1817. It contains both Jane Austen's obituary and that of Princess Charlotte, who died four months after Jane.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried when I reached the August number which contained the brief tribute to dear Jane, but as I paged through and came upon the seemingly numberless memorials for Princess Charlotte, some printed on black-edged paper, I couldn't help crying even more. So many of the poems written for the young princess could just as well have applied to Jane, and I can imagine Cassandra paging through the same volume and weeping again for her beloved sister as she read the many tributes to the dead Princess.

Here's a typical example:

What dire event o'erwhelms the land
Blithe looks to sadness turning -
The great, the noble and the grand,
And all the people mourning?

Oh! we have lost a peeerless Gem!
We mourn, in tribulation,
The Heiress to the Diadem!
The Darling of the Nation!