His Lordship was unwilling to be removed, and it was with difficulty that those who came to his assistance got him placed in a chair, and conveyed to Mr. Ottey’s, at Little Holland House. His adversary’s ball had penetrated his right breast, and was supposed to have passed through the lungs and lodged in the back bone. When questioned as to the names of the other gentlemen who had accompanied him, he declined giving any satisfaction on the subject.
Lord Camelford, by his will, peremptorily forbad his relatives and friends from prosecuting his antagonist, declaring that the combat was of his own seeking. The day previous to his death he added a codicil to his will, in which, after stating that persons have in general a strong attachment to the country which gave them birth, and on their death-beds usually desire that their remains may be conveyed to their native land, however great the distance, to be interred, he continued:—“I wish my body to be removed, as soon as may be convenient, to a country far distant, to a spot not near the haunts of men, but where the surrounding scenery may smile upon my remains.” The place he chose was situated on the borders of the Lake of St. Lampierre, in the canton of Berne, and three trees stood on the particular spot. The centre tree he desired might be taken up, and his body being there deposited, immediately replaced. “Let no monument or stone be placed over my grave.” At the foot of this tree, his Lordship added, he formerly passed many solitary hours, contemplating the mutability of human affairs. As a compensation to the proprietors of the spot, he left them one thousand pounds. He also requested his relations not to go into mourning for him. At the period of the duel Lord Camelford and Mr. Best had a bet of two hundred pounds depending, as to which of them was the better shot.
The following account of this pest to society is given by one of his biographers; but we must hope, for the sake of mankind, that the intellects of this desperate nobleman were occasionally deranged:—
“His character was a curious mixture of much that was virtuous and much that was vicious: all in extremes. With chivalrous notions of punctilious honour, and with an irascible temper, which brought him into many broils, he was warm in his affections, and almost unexampled in his benevolence. Disdaining all luxuries, in his own manner of life, he sought for opportunities of dispensing his fortune in acts of genuine charity, and conferred the most liberal favours with a secrecy that ennobled the gift. He did not distribute less than four thousand pounds per annum in the purchase of commissions for gallant young men, who had not the means of buying them, and in the relief of decayed seamen and soldiers. If many of his political proceedings were characterised with imprudence, no one could doubt they sprang from patriotism. He was a man whose real character was to the world but little known; his imperfections and his follies were often brought before the public, but his counterbalancing virtues were seldom heard of. Though too violent to those whom he imagined to have wronged him, yet to his acquaintance he was gentle, affable, and courteous; a stern adversary, but the mildest and most generous of friends. He was often the dupe of the designing and crafty supplicant, but he was more often the soother of real sorrow and unmerited woe.”
That such might have been his private character is most decidedly to be hoped; but most unquestionably, his public character rendered him a nuisance to society, and whoever did rid the world of such a murderous and (in matters of blood) unprincipled ruffian, was entitled to public thanks. Priding himself on his superiority in pistol practice, he sought for quarrels on every possible occasion. His dress, more especially in uniform, was such as to excite remark and observation, which he would gladly seize upon to fight a duel. He was even known to treat his horses in the streets of London in the most cruel manner, for the mere purpose of drawing forth some remonstrance or remark which he could consider an insult, and justify a murder. He died as he had lived, a blood-thirsty monster. He sought to deprive a bosom friend of life, although he was conscious of the falsehood of his own assertions, solely because he wished to display his superiority as a shot, and endeavoured to sacrifice a companion whom he esteemed, for a miserable woman whom he despised. His previous conduct towards Paterson was not justifiable under any circumstances of discipline, since he had the means of bringing him to condign punishment without being his executioner.
He was attended in the course of the day by Mr. Heaviside, Mr. Thomson, and Mr. Horne, surgeons. A Mr. Nihell, or Nield, we understand, was second to Captain Best, and the Hon. Mr. Devereux was second to Lord Camelford.
The following is a further account of his death, as it appeared in one of the papers of the day:—
March 12.
On Saturday evening this unfortunate nobleman breathed his last. He sent for his solicitor, Mr. Wilson, of Lincoln’s Inn Fields, and made his will the night after the accident; and maintained the most perfect composure under his sufferings to the last.
In the voluminous evidence adduced before the coroner’s inquest, it was proved, that Lord Camelford had declared,—that he was the aggressor, that he forgave the gentleman who had shot him, and that he hoped God would forgive him too.