Now when the patriot band should be prepared, And pity fools that think of aught but thee. 1 Debrett's shop opposite Burlington House, was, until lately, occupied by Mr. Pickering the publisher. Mr. Stockdale, who has been succeeded by Mr. Thorpe, bookseller and autograph collector, lived next door. Perhaps Lady Hunloke's house was nearer to the Park, for a former family mansion of Sir Harry's was in Piccadilly; this house was purchased by Lord Coventry, in 1765, for ten thousand pounds. 2 The Rev. James Hackman had first been an officer, and became afterwards a clergyman; he shot Miss Reay, the mistress of Lord Sandwich, as she was coming out of Covent Garden Theatre. Lust and jealousy hurried him to the commission of this deed on the 7th of April 1779, and he was hung on the 19th of the same month at Tyburn. The hangman's cupidity on the occasion was of the most barefaced description; when the unfortunate culprit flung down his handkerchief as the signal for the cart to move on, instead of instantly whipping the horses he jumped on the other side of him to snatch it up, lest he should lose this perquisite in the crowd; he then returned to the cart, and, as Lord Carlisle writes to George Selwyn, "with the gesture so faithfully represented by your friend Lord Wentworth, Jehu'd him out of the world." There still exists in a private garden at Hampton Court, a grotto that was constructed by Miss Reay-and with her own hands. She left Lord Sandwich five children, one of whom, Mr. Basil Montagu, became a lawyer of eminence, and died in 1851, in his 82d year. VOL. I. Should at my feet the mighty Consul fall, Here let me stay, the rival of Sir Harry! Thou know'st how first at Chatsworth I was made Each wink, each shrug, each whisper, and each look, Too soon I found, how rash was my conceit, All eyes but mine thou couldst contrive to cheat. Not me they ogled, but Lord Bessborough's cards; 1 "Should at my feet the world's great master fall, POPE.-Eloisa to Abelard. * How much unnecessary trouble the Duchess and Lord John gave themselves about the Rt. Hon. diplomatist's love affairs was shown by his marrying, in 1805, Gabrielle Angelica, Countess d'Hagincourt, at which time Lady Hunloke was "a widow," Sir Henry having died on the 15th of November 1804. Where's the mock envy, or fictitious spleen, Long nursed and train'd in Melancholy's school, Oft hast thou heard me sigh, and seen me look, Like musing Jacques stretch'd by a murmuring brook; And deep and hollow groans, that paint the soul's despair. Then rouse, Adair! assume a nobler part! Let fame, let glory, re-inspire thy heart! Lo! where St. Stephen's chapel greets thine eyes, Its proudest triumphs are thine easy prize; There anxious ever, ever on the watch, Each trick of singularity to catch, Το pause and bow, and every gesture ape That art assumes in senatorial shape; Each grace concentrate, and each charm combine. 1 The first Earl, then Mr. Grey. |