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off about L1500. All things are exaggerated, I am supposed to



have won at least twice as much.' In 1765 he is said to have won

two thousand louis of a German at billiards. Writing to Selwyn,



Gilly Williams says of him: `I did not know he was more an adept

at that game than you are at any other, but I think you are both



said to be losers on the whole, at least Betty says that her

letters mention you as pillaged.'



Among the numerous occasions on which the name of the Duke of

Queensberry came before the public in connection with sporting



matters, may be mentioned the circumstance of the following

curious trial, which took place before Lord Mansfield in the



Court of King's Bench, in 1771. The Duke of Queensberry, then

Lord March, was the plaintiff, and a Mr Pigot the defendant. The



object of this trial was to recover the sum of five hundred

guineas, being the amount of a wager laid by the duke With Mr



Pigot--whether Sir William Codrington or _OLD_ Mr Pigot should

die first. It had singularly happened that Mr Pigot died



suddenly the _SAME MORNING_, of the gout in his head, but before

either of the parties interested in the result of the wager could



by any possibility have been made acquainted with the fact. In

the contemporary accounts of the trial, the Duke of Queensberry



is mentioned as having been accommodated with a seat on the

bench; while Lord Ossory, and several other noblemen, were



examined on the merits of the case. By the counsel for the

defendant it was argued that (as in the case of a horse dying



before the day on which he was to be run) the wager was invalid

and annulled. Lord Mansfield, however, was of a different



opinion; and after a brief charge from that great lawyer, the

jury brought in a verdict for the plaintiff for five hundred



guineas, and he sentenced the defendant to defray the costs of

the suit.[143]



[143] Jesse, George Selwyn and his Contemporaries, vol. i. p.

194.



This prince of debauchees seems to have surpassed every

model of the kind, ancient or modern. In his prime he reproduced



in his own drawing-room the scene of Paris and the Goddesses,

exactly as we see it in classic pictures, three of the most



beautiful women of London representing the divinities as they

appeared to Paris on Mount Ida, while he himself, dressed as the



Dardan shepherdholding a _GILDED_ apple (it should have been

really golden) in his hand, conferred the prize on her whom he



deemed the fairest. In his decrepit old age it was his custom,

in fine sunny weather, to seat himself in his balcony in



Piccadilly, where his figure was familiar to every person who was

in the habit of passing through that great thoroughfare. Here



(his emaciated figure rendered the more conspicuous from his

custom of holding a parasol over his head) he was in the habit of



watching every attractivefemale form, and ogling every pretty

face that met his eye. He is said, indeed, to have kept a pony



and a servant in constantreadiness, in order to follow and

ascertain the residence of any fair girl whose attractions



particularly caught his fancy! At this period the old man was

deaf with one ear, blind with one eye, nearly toothless, and



labouring under multiplied infirmities. But the hideous

propensities of his prime still pursued him when all enjoyment



was impossible. Can there be a greater penalty for unbridled

licentiousness?



MR LUMSDEN.

Mr Lumsden, whose inveterate love of gambling eventually caused



his ruin, was to be seen every day at Frascati's, the celebrated

gambling house kept by Mme Dunan, where some of the most



celebrated women of the _demi-monde_ usually congregated. He was

a martyr to the gout, and his hands and knuckles were a mass of



chalk-stones. He stuck to the _Rouge et Noir_ table until

everybody had left; and while playing would take from his pocket



a small slate, upon which he would rub his chalk-stones until

blood flowed. `Having on one occasion been placed near him at



the _Rouge et Noir_ table, I ventured,' says Captain Gronow, `to

expostulate with him for rubbing his knuckles against his slate.



He coolly answered, "I feel relieved when I see the blood ooze

out." '



Mr Lumsden was remarkable for his courtly manners; but his

absence of mind was astonishing, for he would frequently ask



his neighbour _WHERE HE WAS_! Crowds of men and women would

congregate behind his chair, to look at `the mad Englishman,' as






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