exception of Sir W. Bellingham and Lord Blessington, who have departed, I have not exchanged a word. Prince Esterhazy was here yesterday, and came into my room unexpectedly, without my knowing he was arrived. He had the good nature to convey several letters for me upon his return to London. So much for my life hitherto on this side of the water. As to the alteration in my looks, you will laugh when I tell you your own head of hair is but a scanty possession in comparison with that which now crowns my pristine baldness "-Brummell was already getting bald-" a convenient, comely scalp, that has divested me of my former respectability of appearance (for what right have I now to such an outward sign?); and if the care and distress of mind which I have lately undergone had not impressed more ravages haggard and lean than my years might justify upon my unfortunate phiz, I should certainly pass at a little distance for fiveand-twenty. And so, let me whisper to you, seems to think Madame la Baronne de Borno, the wife of a Russian officer who is now in England, and in his absence resident in this house. Approving and inviting are her frequent smiles as she looks into my window from the gardenwalk; but I have neither spirits nor inclination to improve such flattering overtures." A few days after Brummell's flight his possessions were sold on the premises, including probably the portrait which forms our frontispiece. A copy of the title-page of the book of sale is given on the opposite page. Among the things put up was a very handsome snuff-box which was found to contain a piece of paper upon which was written in Brummell's handwriting: "This snuff-box was intended for the Prince Regent, if he had conducted himself with more propriety towards me." Sold Up 251 A Catalogue A Very Choice and valuable assemblage of Specimens of the rare old Sèvres Porcelaine, Library of Books Chiefly of French, Italian and English Literature, the best Editions and in fine condition The admired drawings of the Refractory School Boy, and others Three capital double-barrelled Fowling Pieces. Ten dozen of capital Old Port, 16 dozen of Claret (Beauvais) The whole of which have been nine years in bottle in the Assortment of Table and other Linen, and some articles of neat Furniture The genuine property of A MAN OF FASHION Gone to the continent By order of the Sheriff of Middlesex! BY MR. CHRISTIE On the premises, No. 13, Chapel Street, Park Lane CHAPTER XV On Wednesday he was very affectionate with that wretched Brummell, and on Thursday forgot him; cheated him even out of a snuff-box which he owed the poor dandy; saw him years afterwards in his downfall and poverty, when the bankrupt Beau sent him another snuff-box with some of the snuff he used to love, as a piteous token of remembrance and submission, and the King took the snuff, and ordered his horses and drove on, and had not the grace to notice his old companion, favourite, rival, enemy, superior. THE THACKERAY, The Four Georges. HE Beau's life in Calais became very methodical; he rose at nine, and breakfasted on café au lait, read papers or books till twelve, then commenced his toilette; and when this, which lasted nearly two hours, was completed, he held his levee and sat chatting with his friends. English people were often passing through Calais, and, though Brummell was as particular as ever about the friends he made, he gradually was drawn into a French circle, scarcely as aristocratic as that surrounding the Regent, but pleasant enough. At four he took his walk upon the ramparts or in his garden at their foot, accompanied by his dog Vick, of whom he was very fond. At five he went back to his room, dressed for dinner, which was sent in from Dessin's (an hotel near by) at six, and at which, in spite of his jibe to the Mayor, he drank a bottle of Dorchester ale, followed by a glass of liqueur brandy and a bottle of Burgundy. A friend of his in Calais said that only once during his long residence there was he known to be drunk, and then he was so disgusted that he inflicted solitary confinement upon himself for Brummell in Exile 253 eight days. At seven he would go to the theatre, where he had a small box, or spend the evening in his garden. For a time he had many visitors, for the friends he had left in England thought much of him still. Lord Westmoreland, when passing through Calais, once asked him to dine with him at three. "Your Lordship is very kind, but I really could not feed at that hour," was his characteristic reply. One morning a soft rap on his door seemed to announce some pleasant friend, and "Come in!" cried Brummell. The door opened slowly to admit the head only of one of the firm of moneylenders, Howard & Gibbs. Brummell was astounded; then, in an access of rage, shouted: "Why, you little rascal! are you not hung yet? Begone!" The head obeyed, the door closed, and the incident with it. The Calais circle grew to expect and sometimes even to anticipate his stories, and he had the credit of saying both funny and rude things which probably never emanated from him. Once some rude remark that he either did or did not make being repeated, Brummell received a call from the injured gentleman's second, who in a very peremptory way demanded satisfaction or apology, giving five minutes for the latter. "Five minutes, sir?" cried the Beau in a cold sweat; "in five seconds or in less if you like.” He told some one later that he loved notoriety but not of that kind. In his long and hopeless exile Brummell practically lived upon the kindness of his friends. Among those who saw him from time to time and who sent him substantial tokens of their regard were the Dukes of Wellington, Rutland, Richmond, Beaufort, and Bedford; Lords Alvanley, Sefton, Jersey, Willoughby d'Eresby, Craven, Ward, and Stuart de Rothesay. Those who wrote most often to him were the Duke and Duchess of York, Lord Alvanley, and Mr. J. Chamberlayne. The Duchess sent him some little Christmas present every year something worked by herself, which when opened betrayed the pleasant rustling of bank-notes. The Duke of Gloucester always looked him up when in Calais, and the Duke of Argyle was often his benefactor. The Duchess of York however died in 1820, and so the Beau lost one of his best and most loved friends. Brummell hoped to be made Consul at Calais, but the then Consul, who at the time was in ill-health, recovered, and the vacancy did not occur. He never lost his interest in clothes while his mind. was whole, and there in Calais he seized on a poor French tailor, nor did he leave him till he had taught him the proper cut; and out of a very indifferent ninth part of a man, he made a rich one. In 1818 he wrote to Raikes : "I heard of you the other day in a waistcoat that does you indisputable credit, spick and span from Paris, a broad stripe, salmon colour, and cramoisi. Keep it up, my dear fellow, and don't let them laugh you into a relapse so Gothic as that of your former English simplicity. There is nothing to be seen here but rascals in red coats waiting for embarcation. God speed them to the other side the water, for on this they are most heartily loathed." In the same year there was "much talk in town," about Brummell's Memoirs. Murray (the publisher) told Moore that the report was he had offered £5,000 for the Memoirs, but that the Regent had sent Brummell £6,000 to suppress them! Upon Murray saying he really had |