“You who erst, in festive legions,
Sought in May Fair, Seamore Place,
Henceforth in more westward regions
Seek its ornament and grace.
“Would you see more taste and splendour,
Mark the notice I rehearse—
Now at Kensington attend her—
Farther on, you may fare worse.”
Gout and rheumatism afflicted him sorely in his latter years, though his face retained its hale good looks. At Seamore Place—and on similar occasions—he was compelled to move about with the aid of a crutch, or in a wheel-chair, which he could manœuvre himself, his feet sometimes encased in india-rubber shoes. Despite his infirmities his smile was always bright and his tongue ready with a witticism.