dice-box circulated. ’Come, Mash-tub,’ said the beau, who was the caster, ’what do you set?’ ’Twenty-five guineas,’ said the Alderman. The beau won, and eleven more similar ventures. As he pocketed the money, he said: ’Thank you, Alderman; henceforth I shall drink no porter but yours.’ ’I wish, sir,’ replied Combe, ’that every other blackguard in London would say the same.’ At the Watier Club, established at the instigation of the Prince of Wales, Brummell suffered heavy losses, so that ever after he was in constant pecuniary difficulties, though Fortune smiled on him at times. Indulging in all the superstitious tendencies of gamblers, he at one time attributed his luck to the finding of a crooked sixpence in the kennel, as he was walking with Mr. Raikes, who tells the story, through Berkeley Square. He had a hole bored in the coin, and attached it to his watch-chain. As for the succeeding two years he had great luck at the table and on the turf, he attributed it to the lucky sixpence. He is supposed to have made nearly £30,000 during that time. A coolness between the Prince and the beau arose after a few years; various reasons are assigned for it. He was, for instance, said to have taken the part of Mrs. Fitzherbert, who had been privately married to the Prince Regent at Carlton House; he is reported to have asked Lady Cholmondeley, in the hearing of the Prince, and pointing to him, ’Who is your fat friend?’ Though it is also reported that this question was put to Jack Lee, as he was walking up St. James’s Street, arm-in-arm with the Prince, a few days after the beau had quarrelled with the latter. But this blew over, and Brummell was again invited to Carlton House, where he took too much wine. The Prince said to his brother, the Duke of York: ’I think we had better order Mr. Brummell’s carriage before he gets quite drunk.’ Another version of the second rupture is that Brummell took the liberty of saying to the Prince: ’George, ring the bell.’ The Prince rang it, and told the servant who answered it: ’Mr. Brummell’s carriage.’ This Brummell always denied; however, he was a second time forbidden Carlton House. For a few years he was a hanger-on at Oatlands, the seat of the Duke of York, then, having lost large sums at play, he was obliged to fly the country, and having lived for some years in obscurity at Calais, he obtained the post of British Consul at Caen—for which his previous career, of course, eminently fitted him! He died in that town in poor circumstances in 1840.