Life
Educated at Eton College and Trinity College, Cambridge (graduating as MA in 1830), he was ordained in 1831. His first living was a family one at Stratfield Saye (1836–1854), during which he became Queen Victoria's resident chaplain (in 1849), leading to his appointment as Dean in 1854. Tactful and gentlemanly in demeanour, religiously analogous to the queen, and a preacher of short sermons, he became "one of Victoria's most valued advisers", doing "everything on all sad and happy occasions to make me comfortable" and acting as an intermediary between her and Gladstone on both ecclesiastical and secular matters. Her appreciation of him was summed up in what she required in his successor as dean:
- a tolerant, liberal minded broad church clergyman who at the same time is pleasant socially & is popular with all Members and classes of her Household,—who understands her feelings not only in ecclesiastical but also in social matters—a good kind man without pride.
Gladstone frequently sought his advice on patronage questions, noting in his diary at the time of Wellesley's death:
- ‘I reckoned his life the most valuable in the Church of England’.
After his death, he was buried in St George's Chapel, Windsor and his widow was appointed "Extra Woman of the Bedchamber" in November 1882.
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