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Carriage GOO! OF ltuy, sie eAP'eSSSN IL f'
a, his throwing away his time on SO quiet and
questionable a person" Ny dear ircno' cont
mention it; there is no one 10 see US"


But his admiration for the sex must have often
brought him close on the edge OF serious lncon-
venience. Once, at the house OF nobleman, ne
requested moments interview in the library,
aud then and there communicated the,formidab!e
intelligence, that he mgst Immediately leave
the bouse-on that day"


"Why, you intended to stay month" SAID ms
hospitable entertainer.


"True-but | must be gone-l feel | am N
love with your countess


Well. my dear sir, can't help that. was
in love with her myself twenty years ago." said
the good-humored husband. But Is she in love
with you ~


The Beau cast down his eyes, and, in all the
modcsty of mpudence, said family, % believe
she s.n


"Oh that alters the case. shall send tor
your posthorses. Good morning"


His life was filtration, a matter which could not
be INDUCED in mairimony, and he therefore never
married Yet once ne went so far as to elope
with a Young person of rank from ball the
pair were, however Immediately overtaken. the
aff,sir was, Of course, the talk OF the clubs. But
Brummell had his own way OF wearing the viii
low "On the whole" said ne, 81 consider have
reason 10 congratulate myself. | lately heard
from her fevorite maid that her rladyship had been
seen-to drink beer p


Some of the Beau's letters at this period are
given; but they are not fortunate specimens Of
his taste: even in writing TO women they are
quaint affected, and approaching TO that unpar
donabIe crime, dullness. His letters written in
MS wane Of life, and under the realities Of suffer
ing, are much more striking, contain some pa
thetic and even some powerful language, and
show that fashion and his own iollies had OBJ
scured mind OF natural talent, il not Of original
tenderness.


The following letter we look upon as quite suf-
fcient to have excluded him from the recoilec-
tions of any Lady Jane on earth, if she happened
TO know the difference between coxcombrv and
common feeling


"MY DEAR LADY JANE With the miniature,
it seems, am not to be trusted even for two pitt
fui hours. Ny own memory must be then my
only discoRSolafe expeGient 10 obtain resem-
blance.


AS am unwilling to merit the imputation Of
committing myself by too fragrant liberty in re-
tanning your glove, which you charitably sent at
my head yesterday, as you would have extended
an elemOsynary sizpcnce to the supplicating hat
of mcndcant, restore it TO you. And, allow
me to assure you that have too much regard
and respect for you, and too little practical vanity
myself, (whatever appearances may he against
me- to have entertained, for one reacherous in
stant. the mpertinent intention to defraud you Of
it. You arc angry, perhaps irrcparably incensed
against me for this petty larceny. | have no &C.
fence to offer IN mitigation but that of fren-y-
But you know that you arc angel visiting
these sublunary spheres, and therefore your first
quality should be that of mercy. Yet you arc
sometimes wayward and volatile in your seraphc
disposition. Though you have no wings yet you
have weapons, and those are resentment and es-
arrangement from mc.-Wth sentiments of the
deepest compunction, am always your miserable
slaue. GEORGE BRuMMELL."


We have not doubt that he perused this toll
some performance dozen times before he folded
it up, advanced TO his mirror TO see how 50 bril-
liant correspondent must look alter so astonish-
ing production, moved round the room in a
minuet step; and, when he sent 1t away at last,
followed it with a 81 gh at the burial of so much
renown in a woman's escrltolre, and regret that
it could not be stercotyped to make It's progress
round the world. And yet, as IT appeared that the
lady had thrown the glove at him, and even lent
him her miniature it would be difficult to dis
cover any ground for her wrath or his compunc-
lion Both were evidently equally imaginary.


The Beau always regarded the City as terra
incognita. A merchant once asked him to dine
there Brummell gave him a look OF intense in
oury. The merchant pressed him. "Well,' y
said the Beau, (who probably had excellent rea-
sons for non. resistance TO the man of money!
"well, if it must be-but you must first promise
faithfully nerer to say word on the subject


A visitor, full of the importance OF tour in
the North of England asked him which of the
lakes he preferred. 81 can't possibly remem-
ber," was the reply; "thcy are great way from
St. Jamcss street, and l don't think they are
spoken of in the clubs" The visitor urged the
question. Robinson said the Beau, turning
in obvious distress to his valet, " Robinson, pray
tell this gentleman which Of the lakes | prefer
red.''-" Windernere, sir, think it was" said
the valet. Well" added Brummcll, probably
you are in the right, Robinson 1t may have
been. Pray, sir, will Windermere do2"


{" / wonder, Brummell, you take the trouble OF
driving to the barracks of the 10Th with four
horses 1t certainly looks rather superb said
one of the officers. why, dare say it does
but that is not the point. What could | do,
when my French valet, the best dresser Of hair
in the universe, gave me warning that he must
leave me TO myself unless gave up the vulgari-
ty of posting with t,co?"


ITO be continued


TurvnrE STORu--We learn from Parker &.