[53] 'Life of George IV.,' by Percy Fitzgerald; London, 1881, 8vo., vol. i., p. 238. [54] By Mrs. Centlivre, 1714. Revived by Garrick in 1757. [55] 'A Review of the Conduct of the Prince of Wales in his various transactions with Mr. Jefferys,' by N. Jefferys; London, 1806, 8vo., eighth edition. [56] The Prince's former jeweller. [57] 'Memoirs of George IV.,' vol. i., p. 266. [Illustration: Decorative panel] CHAPTER XI. Rowlandson and Brighton--Poem on the Prince's birthday, 1790--Lord Barrymore--Anecdotes respecting him and his family. From the pencil of Rowlandson the caricaturist, who with his friend Wigstead, a Bow Street magistrate, went a trip to Brighton in 1789, we have an excellent picture of the Pavilion, as it then was, and a view of the Steyne. Their opinion of the building is that 'the _tout ensemble_ is, in short, perfect Harmony. The whole was executed by Mr. Holland, under the immediate inspection and Direction of Mr. Weltjie, whose Attachment to his Royal Master was faithful and disinterested.' In the same book Rowlandson gives us a sketch of the beach at Brighton at the same period. On July 23, 1790, the Prince went to Brighton for the season, being preceded by a day or two by the Duke of York, and his birthday was kept on August 17 in a most festive fashion, immortalized in verse in the _Sussex Weekly Advertiser_ of August 23: 'HAIL BRIGHTON'S DOWN! Your velvet green, Hill, ocean, dale, each varying scene, The distant flock, the sloping mount, And spring, of sparkling HEALTH, the fount; But chief, the dimpling Sea, where lave A thousand _Naiads_ in the wave. Whilst, rising from th' abyss below, The quicken'd vitals warmer glow, And nerves, new strung, with vigour dance, And every pleasing thought enhance, And make men fonder of their lives, And of their SWEETHEARTS, and their--WIVES-- These are the common joys and boast Of BRIGHTON'S full frequented coast, So honoured by the gay and fair, By _Britain's_ Princes, and her HEIR. The Morning breaks--of jocund bells The wat'ry sound melodious tells The sports, that banishing delay, Are treasured for the chosen day. See, borne upon the smiling tide, The Mariner triumphant ride, And Cricketers, in Royal Match, Pray Fortune for a tingling catch. Two roasting steers, with novel sight The neighbourhood to feast invite; Groan solid beams beneath the weight, Hinds crowding round, with joy elate. And now they're done--from knives and cleavers Some fill their _pockets_--some their _beavers_; Loaves plentiful, in show'rs are thrown, And pails of ale wash clean all down. Better, like manna, loaves to rain, Than flams prepare 'gainst haughty Spain; Cannons to ram, but their mouths muzzle, And even _Solomon_ to puzzle: And like poor mice, when caught by cats, Britons to turn to _Baltic_ rats.