And west-end hells, to fortune rose
By many a subtle way.
Patron of bull-baits, racings, fights,
A chief of black-legg'd low delights—
'Tis the new m———s, F-k;
Time was, his heavy vulgar gait,
With one of highest regal state
Took precedence of rank:
But now, a little in disgrace
Since J-e usurp'd his m———'s place,
A stranger he's at court;
Unlike the greatest and the best
Who went before, his feather'd nest
Is well enrich'd by sport.
F-1-y disastrous, honour's child;
L-t-he the giddy, gay, and wild,
And sportive little Jack;
The prince of dandies join the throng,
Where Gwydir spanks his fours along,
The silvery grays or black.
The charming F-te, and Colonel B-,{39}
Snugly in close carriage see
With crimson coats behind:
And Mrs. C—, the Christmas belle,
39 We shall not follow the colonel's example, or we could
give some extracts from the letters of a. female
corespondent of his that would be both curious and
interesting; but n'importe, consideration for the lady
alone prevents the publication. In town he is always
discovered by a group of would-be exquisites, the satellites
of the Jupiter of B-k-y C-t-e at Gl-r; or at Ch————-m
they have some name; but here they are more fortunate, for
o'er them oblivion throws the friendly veil.
With banker's clerk, a tale must tell
To all who are not blind.
Ah! Poodle Byng appears in view,{40}
Who gives at whist a point or two
To dowagers in years.
And see where ev'ry body notes
The star of fashion, Romeo Coates{41}
The amateur appears:
But where! ah! where, say, shall I tell
Are the brass cocks and cockle shell?
Ill hazard, rouge et noir
If it but speak, can tales relate
Of many an equipage's fate,
And may of many more.
Ye rude canaille, make way, make way,
The Countess and the Count————,{42}
40 This gentleman is generally designated by the name of
"the whist man:" he holds a situation in the secretary of
state's office, and is in particular favour with all the old
dowagers, at whose card parties it is said he is generally
fortunate. He has recently been honoured with the situation
of grand chamberlain to their black majesties of the
Sandwich isles.
41 Poor Borneo's brilliancy is somewhat in eclipse, and
though not quite a fallen star, he must not run on black too
long,—lest his diamond-hilted sword should be the price of
his folly.
42 The Countess of ———————-is the daughter of
Governor J—————-; her mother's name was Patty F-d, the
daughter of an auctioneer who was the predecessor of the
present Mr. Christie's father. Patty, then a very beautiful
woman, went with him to India, and was a most faithfull and
attentive companion.—On the voyage home with J———-
——-and her three children, by him, the present countess,
and her brothers James and George, they touched at the Cape,
where the old governor most ungratefully fell in love with a
young Portuguese lady, whom he married and brought to
England in the same ship with his former associate, whom he
soon after completely abandoned, settling 500L. a year upon
her for the support of herself and daughter; his two sons,
James and George, he provided with writerships in the
company's service, and sent to India. James died young, and
George returned to England in a few years, worth 180,000
pounds.—He lingered in a very infirm state of health, the
effects of the climate and Mrs. M-, alias Madame Haut Gout;
and at his death, being a bachelor, he left the present
countess, his sister who lived with him, the whole of his
property. There are various tales circulated in the
fashionable world relative to the origin and family of the
count, who has certainly been a most fortunate man: he is
chiefly indebted for success with the countess to his skill
as an amateur on the flute, rather than to his paternal
estates. The patron of foreigners, he takes an active part
in the affairs of the Opera-house.—Poor Tori having given
some offence in this quarter, was by his influence kept out
of an engagement; but it would appear he received some
amends, by the following extract from a fashionable paper of
the day.
A certain fashionable———l, who was thought to be au
comble de bonheur, has lately been much tormented with that
green-eyed monster, Jealousy, in the shape of an opera
singer. Plutôt mourir que changer, was thought to be the
motto of the pretty round-faced English——————s; but,
alas! like the original, it was written on the sands of
disappointment, and was scarcely read by the admiring
husband, before his joy was dashed by the prophetic wave,
and the inscription erased by a favoured son of Apollo.
L'oreille est le chemin du cour: so thought the ———l,
and forbade the —————s to hold converse with Monsieur
T.; but les femmes peuvent tout, parce-qu'elles gouvernent
ceux qui gouvernent tous. A meeting took place in
Grosvenor-square, and, amid the interchange of doux yeux,
the ————-l arrived: a desperate scuffle ensued; the
intruder was banished the house, and, as he left the door,
is said to have whistled the old French proverb of Le bon
temps viendra. This affair has created no little amusement
among the beau monde. All the dowagers are fully agreed on
one point, that l'amour est une passion qui vient souvent
sans qu'on s'en apperçoîve, et, qui s'en va aussi de même.
Who play de prettee flute,
Who charm une petit English ninnie,
Till all the Joueur J———'s guinea
Him pochée en culotte.
Who follows? 'tis the Signor Tori,
'Bout whom the gossips tell a story,
With some who've gone before:
"The bird in yonder cage confined
Can sing of lovers young and kind,"
But there, he'll sing no more.
Lord L———looks disconsolate,{}43
No news from Spain I think of late,
Per favour M————i.
Ne'er heed, my lord, you still may find
Some opera damsel true and kind,
Who'll prove less coy and naughty.
"Now by the pricking of my thumbs,
There's something wicked this way comes,"
'Tis A-'s false dame,{44}
Who at Almack's, or in the park,
With whispers charms a clucal spark,
To blight his wreath of fame.
Observe, where princely Devonshire,{45}
43 His lordship, though not quite so deeply smitten as the
now happy swain, had, we believe, a little __penchant for
the charming little daughter of Terpsichore. "What news
from Spain, my lord, this morning?" said Sir C. A. to Lord
L———"I have no connexion with the foreign office,"
replied his lordship.—"I beg pardon, my lord, but I am sure
I met a Spanish messenger quitting your house as I entered
it." On the turf, his lordship's four year old (versus five)
speculations with Cove B-n have given him a notoriety that
will, we think, prevent his ruining himself at Newmarket.
Like the immortal F-e, he is one of the opera directors, and
has a great inclination for foreign curiosities. Vide the
following extract.—
"The New Corps de Ballot at the Opera this season, 1823, is
entirely composed of Parisian elegantes, selected with great
taste by Lord L————-, whose judgment in these matters is
perfectly con amore. In a letter to a noble friend on
this subject, Lord L————says that he has seen, felt, and
(ap-) proved them all———to be excellent artistes with
very finished movements."
Certain ridiculous reports have long been current in the
fashionable world, relative to a mysterious family affair,
which would preclude the noble duke's entering into the
state of matrimony: it is hardly necessary to say they have
no foundation in truth. The duke was certainly born in the
same house and at nearly the same time (in Florence) when
Lady E. F-st-r, since Duchess of D-, was delivered of a
child—but that offspring is living, and, much to the present
duke's honour, affectionately regarded by him. The duke was
for some years abroad after coming to his title, owing, it
is said, to an unpleasant affair arising out of a whist
party at a great house, which was composed of a Prince,
Lords L———and Y———th, another foreign Prince, and a
Colonel B-, of whom no one has heard much since.—A noble
mansion in Piccadilly was there and then assigned to the
colonel, who at the request of the -e, who had long wished
to possess it as a temporary residence, during some
intended repairs at the great house, re-conveyed it to
the———. On the receipt of a note from Y- the next
morning, claiming the amount of the duke's losses, he
started with surprise at the immense sums, and being now
perfectly recovered from the overpowering effects of the
bottle, hastened with all speed to take the opinions of two
well-known sporting peers, whose honour has never been
questioned, Lords F-y and S-n; they, upon a review of the
circumstances, advised that the money should not be paid,
but that all matters in dispute should be referred to a
third peer, Earl G-y, who was not a sporting man: to this
effect a note was written to the applicant, but not before
some communication had taken place with a very high
personage; the consequence was that no demand was ever
afterwards made to the referee. Lord G- C- afterwards re-
purchased the great house with the consent of the duke from
the fortunate holder, as he did not like it to be
dismembered from the family. We believe this circumstance
had a most salutary effect in preventing any return of a
propensity for play.
44 Charley loves good place and wine,
And Charley loves good brandy,
And Charley's wife is thought divine,
By many a Jack a dandy.
PARODY ON AN OLD NURSERY RHYME.
{45} A CHARACTER OF DEVONSHIRE.
In action, heart, and mind, a peer,
Avoids the public gaze;
Graceful, yet simple in attire,
You'd take him for a plain esquire;
"His acts best speak his praise."
That queer, plain, yellow chariot, mark,
Which drives so rapid through the park,
The servants clothed in gray—
That's George, incog.—George who? George-king,{46}
Of whom near treason 'tis to sing,
In this our sportive lay.
Kings like their subjects should have air
And exercise, without the stare
Which the state show attends;
I love to see in public place
The monarch, who'll his people face,
And meet like private friends.
So may the crown of this our isle
Re ever welcomed with a smile,
And, George, that smile be thine!
Then when the time,—and come it must,
That crowns and sceptres shall be dust,
Thou shalt thy race outshine,
Shalt live in good men's hearts, and tears,
From age to age, while mem'ry rears
The proud historic shrine.
46 FROM THE DIARY OF A POLITICIAN.
"Through Manchester-square took a canter just now,
Met the old yellow chariot, and made a low bow;
This did of course, thinking 'twas loyal and civil,
But got such a look,—oh! 'twas black as the devil.
How unlucky!—incog, he was traveling about,
And I like a noodle must go find him out!
Mem. When next by the old yellow chariot I ride,
To remember there is nothing princely inside."
Tom Moore,
What rueful-looking knight is that,{47}
With sunken eye and silken hat,
47 Lord P-r-m, the delicate dandy.
Laced up in stays to show his waist,
And highly rouged to show his taste,
His whiskers meeting 'neath his chin,
With gooseberry eye and ghastly grin,
With mincing steps, conceited phrase,
Such as insipid P- displays:
These are the requisites to shine
A dandy, exquisite, divine.
Ancient Dandies.—A Confession.
The Doctor{*}, as we learn, once said,
To Mistress Thrale—
Howe'er a man be stoutly made,
And free from ail,
In flesh and bone, and colour thrive,
"He's going down at 35."
Yet Horace could his vigour muster
And would not till a later lustre f
One single inch of ground surrender
To any swain in Cupid's calendar.
But one I think a jot too low,
And t'other is too high, I know.
Yet, what I've found, I'll freely state—
The thing may do till.—
But that's a job—for then, in truth,
One's but a clumsy sort of youth:
And maugre looks, some evil tongue
Will say the Dandy is not young:—
For 'mid the yellow and the sear, {**}
Though here and there a leaf be green
No more the summer of the year
It is, than when one swallow's seen.
* Johnson.
t——————————-fuge suspicari
Cujus octavum trepidavit otas
Claudere lustrum.—Od. 4.1. ii.
Now tottering on to forty years,
My age forbids all jealous fears.
** "My May of life is fallen into
the sear and yellow leaf."—Macbeth.