the Colonel appointed to meet him next day to transact for stock

accordingly. Going in a hackney-coach to the Bank of England
for this purpose, they tossed up who should pay for the coach.

Andrews lost--and positively on this small beginning he was
excited to continue betting, until he lost the whole sum he had

won the night before! When the coachman stopped he was ordered
to drive them back again, as they had no occasion to get out!

Thus, in a few years, Hazard and other games of chance stripped
him of his immense winnings at Billiards, and he had nothing left

but a small annuity, fortunately for him so settled that he could
not dispose of it--though he made every effort to do so!

He afterwards retired in the county of Kent, and was heard to
declare that he never knew contentment when wallowing in riches;

but that since he was compelled to live on a scanty pittance, he
was one of the happiest men in the world.

WHIG MIDDLETON.
Whig Middleton was a tall, handsome, fashionable man, with an

adequate fortune. He one night had a run of ill-luck at
Arthur's, and lost about a thousand guineas. Lord Montford, in

the gaming phrase, asked him what he would do or what he
would not do, to get home? `My lord,' said he, `prescribe your

own terms.'
`Then,' resumed Lord Montford, `dress directly opposite to the

fashion for ten years. Will you agree to it?' Middleton said
that he would, and kept his word. Nay, he died nine years

afterwards so unfashionably that he did not owe a tradesman a
farthing--left some playing debts unliquidated, and his coat and

wig were of the cut of Queen Anne's reign.
Lord Montford is said to have died in a very different but quite

fashionable manner.
CAPTAIN CAMPBELL.

Captain Campbell, of the Guards, was a natural son of the Duke
of ----. He lost a thousand guineas to a Shark, which he could

not pay. Being questioned by the duke one day at dinner as to
the cause of his dejection, he reluctantly confessed the fact.

`Sir,' said his Grace, `you do not owe a farthing to the
blackguard. My steward settled with him this morning for _TEN_

guineas, and he was glad to take them, only saying--"I was
damned far North, and it was well it was no worse." '

WROTHESLY, DUKE OF BEDFORD.
Wrothesly, Duke of Bedford, was the subject of a conspiracy at

Bath, formed by several first-rate sharpers, among whom were the
manager of a theatre, and Beau Nash, master of the ceremonies.

After being plundered of above L70,000 at Hazard, his Grace
rose in a passion, put the dice in his pocket, and intimated his

resolution to inspect them. He then retired into another room,
and, flinging himself upon a sofa, fell asleep.

The winners, to escape disgrace, and obtain their money, cast
lots who should pick his pockets of the loaded dice, and

introduce fair ones in their place. The lot fell on the manager
of the theatre, who performed his part without discovery. The

duke inspected the dice when he awoke, and finding them correct,
renewed his party, and lost L30,000 more.

The conspirators had received L5000, but disagreed on its
division, and Beau Nash, thinking himself ill-used, divulged the

fact to his Grace, who saved thereby the remainder of the money.
He made Nash a handsome present, and ever after gave him his

countenance, supposing that the secret had been divulged through
pure friendship.

THE DUKE OF NORFOLK.
A similar anecdote is told of another gamester. `The late Duke

of Norfolk,' says the author of `Rouge et Noir,' writing in 1823,
`in one evening lost the sum of L70,000 in a gaming house on

the right side of St James's Street: suspecting foul play, he put
the dice in his pocket, and, as was his custom when up late, took

a bed in the house. The blacklegs were all dismayed, till one of
the worthies, who is believed to have been a principal in

poisoning the horses at Newmarket, for which Dan Dawson was
hanged, offered for L5000 to go to the duke's room with a

brace of pistols and a pair of dice, and, if the duke was awake,
to shoot him, if asleep to change the dice! Fortunately for the

gang, the duke "snored," as the agent stated, "like a pig;"
the dice were changed. His Grace had them broken in the morning,

when, finding them good, he paid the money, and left off
gambling.'[141]

[141] Rouge et Noir; the Academicians of 1823.
GENERAL OGLE: A BOLD STROKE.

A few weeks before General Ogle was to sail for India, he
constantly attended Paine's, in Charles Street, St James's

Square. One evening there were before him two wooden bowls full
of gold, which held L1500 guineas each, and L4000 in

rouleaus, which he had won.
When the box came to him, he shook the dice and with great

coolness and pleasantry said--`Come, I'll either win or lose
seven thousand upon this hand. Will any gentleman set on the

whole? _SEVEN_ is the main.' Then rattling the dice once more,
cast the box from him and quitted it, the dice remaining

uncovered.
Although the General did not think this too large a sum for one

man to risk at a single throw, the rest of the gentlemen did, and
for some time the bold gamester remained unset.

He then said--`Well, gentlemen, will you make it up amongst you?'
One set him 500 guineas, another 500. `Come,' said he, `whilst

you are making up the money I'll tell you a story.' Here he
began--but perceiving that he was at last completely set for the

cast, stopt short--laid his hand on the box, saying--`I believe I
am completely set, gentlemen?' `Yes, sir, and Seven is the

main,' was the reply. The General threw out, and lost!
Seven thousand guineas!

Then with astonishingcoolness he took up his snuff-box and
smiling exclaimed--`Now, gentlemen, if you please, I'll finish my

story.'
HORACE WALPOLE.

There can be no doubt that Horace Walpole was an inveterate
gambler, although he managed to keep always afloat and merrily

sailing--for he says himself:--`A good lady last year was
delighted at my becoming peer, and said--"I hope you will get an

Act of Parliament for putting down Faro." As if I could make
Acts of Parliament! and could I, it would be very consistent too

in me, who for some years played more at Faro than anybody.'[142]
[142] Letters, IX.

THE EARL OF MARCH.
This extraordinary and still famous personage, better known as

the Duke of Queensberry, was the `observed of all observers'
almost from his boyhood to extreme old age. His passions were

for women and the turf; and the sensual devotedness with which he
pursued the one, and the eccentricity which he displayed in the

enjoyment of both, added to the observation which he
attracted from his position as a man of high rank and princely

fortune, rendered him an object of unceasing curiosity. He was
deeply versed in the mysteries of the turf, and in all practical

and theoretical knowledge connected with the race-course was
acknowledged to be the most accomplished adept of his own time.

He seems also to have been a skilful gamester and player of
billiards. Writing to George Selwyn from Paris in 1763, he

says:--`I won the first day about L2000, of which I brought