"N.B. P----m, who is curious in his snuff as well as in his snuff boxes, has invented a new _mixture_, Wellington's and Blücher's, which he has named, in honour of the meeting of the two heroes, after the battle of Waterloo--_La belle Alliance_--a good hit--_not to be sneezed at_." "A DANDY I do remember me in Hertford streets Walking at noon, I met an exquisite, A thing, whose neck in Oriental tie, Where not a crease is seen, so stiff withal The powers of starch had rendered it, tho' made Of finest muslin, that to my wondering gaze, (Unlike the ease of Nature's masterpiece), It seem'd as 'twere a mere automaton; And then its shape, so all unlike a man, So tightly laced that 'twas self-evident He walk'd in pain, if walking 't could be call'd, Since from the earth to raise his languid foot, It seem'd a labour too Herculean; But, still, thus mincingly, he reached the Bell-- There stopped. I, being anxious to o'erhear The sounds this creature, nicknam'd man, would utter, Entered the room apologizing to it; No answer I receiv'd, save a low murmur, For too fatiguing 'twas to articulate. Finding it useless farther to intrude, I asked the waiter who and whence he was? 'One of our College[37] Dandies,' he replied. No longer wondering, straight I left the Inn." [Footnote 37: The East India College.] Naturally, the tight-fitting pantaloon required a well-made leg, so those gentlemen to whom Nature had not been bountiful, used false calves, and thus passed muster. They took snuff in quantities, but very rarely smoked. When Lord Petersham's Collection of Snuff was sold, it took one of the partners in the firm of Fribourg and Treyer, of the Haymarket, and two assistants three days to weigh it--and the same firm, when they bought George IV.'s collection, at his death, set a room apart, entirely for its sale. They gambled terribly, not perhaps as much as now, but still large sums were won, and lost, on the cast of a die. March 28, 1811: "The brother of a Noble Marquis, is said to have lately won at _hazard_ upwards of £30,000, all in one night!" April 3, 1811: "A young gentleman of family and fortune lost £7,000 on Sunday Morning at a gaming house in the neighbourhood of Pall Mall." But, although the Turf was an Institution of the day, there was but very little betting, compared to what goes on in that gigantic Cancer which so grievously afflicts England in the present day. Nor had they such a stupendous gamble as our Stock Exchange. There was plenty of betting on Cock fighting, which was a very fashionable amusement, even patronized by our Imperial Guest, the Grand Duke Nicholas, who, on February 10, 1817, accompanied by the Duke of Devonshire, the Russian Ambassador, Sir William Congreve, Baron Nichola, General Kutusoff, &c., &c., went to the Cockpit and saw five Cock fights. "His Imperial Highness remained an hour and a half, and appeared much amused, never having seen Cock fighting before."