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# The Wits and Beaux of Society. Volume 1 ### By Thomson, A. T., Mrs.
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THE WITS AND BEAUX OF SOCIETY
BY GRACE AND PHILIP WHARTON
New Edition with a Preface
BY JUSTIN HUNTLY MCCARTHY, M.P.
_And the original illustrations by_ H. K. BROWNE AND JAMES GODWIN
TWO VOLS.--VOL. I.
New York WORTHINGTON CO., 747 BROADWAY 1890
[Illustration: WHARTON'S ROGUISH PRESENT.]
DEDICATION.
DEAR MR. AUGUSTIN DALY,
May I write your name on the dedication page of this new edition of an old and pleasant book in token of our common interest in the people and the periods of which it treats, and as a small proof of our friendship?
Sincerely yours, JUSTIN HUNTLY M'CARTHY.
LONDON, _July, 1890._
CONTENTS.
PREFACE TO THE PRESENT EDITION p. xi PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION p. xxv PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION p. xxix
GEORGE VILLIERS, SECOND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
Signs of the Restoration.--Samuel Pepys in his Glory.--A Royal Company.--Pepys 'ready to Weep.'--The Playmate of Charles II.--George Villiers's Inheritance.--Two Gallant Young Noblemen.--The Brave Francis Villiers.--After the Battle of Worcester.--Disguising the King.--Villiers in Hiding.--He appears as a Mountebank.--Buckingham's Habits.--A Daring Adventure.--Cromwell's Saintly Daughter.--Villiers and the Rabbi.--The Buckingham Pictures and Estates.--York House.--Villiers returns to England.--Poor Mary Fairfax.--Villiers in the Tower.--Abraham Cowley, the Poet.--The Greatest Ornament of Whitehall.--Buckingham's Wit and Beauty.--Flecknoe's Opinion of Him.--His Duel with the Earl of Shrewsbury.--Villiers as a Poet.--As a Dramatist.--A Fearful Censure!--Villiers's Influence in Parliament.--A Scene in the Lords.--The Duke of Ormond in Danger.--Colonel Blood's Outrages.--Wallingford House and Ham House.--'Madame Ellen.'--The Cabal.--Villiers again in the Tower.--A Change.--The Duke of York's Theatre.--Buckingham and the Princess of Orange.--His last Hours.--His Religion.--Death of Villiers.--The Duchess of Buckingham. p. 1
COUNT DE GRAMMONT, ST. EVREMOND, AND LORD ROCHESTER.
De Grammont's Choice.--His Influence with Turenne.--The Church or the Army?--An Adventure at Lyons.--A brilliant Idea.--De Grammont's Generosity.--A Horse 'for the Cards.'--Knight-Cicisbeism.--De Grammont's first Love.--His Witty Attacks on Mazarin.--Anne Lucie de la Mothe Houdancourt.--Beset with Snares.--De Grammont's Visits to England.--Charles II.--The Court of Charles II.--Introduction of Country-dances.--Norman Peculiarities.--St. Evremond, the Handsome Norman.--The most Beautiful Woman in Europe.--Hortense Mancini's Adventures.--Madame Mazarin's House at Chelsea.--Anecdote of Lord Dorset.--Lord Rochester in his Zenith.--His Courage and Wit--Rochester's Pranks in the City.--Credulity, Past and Present--'Dr. Bendo,' and La Belle Jennings.--La Triste Heritière.--Elizabeth, Countess of Rochester.--Retribution and Reformation.--Conversion.--Beaux without Wit.--Little Jermyn.--An Incomparable Beauty.--Anthony Hamilton, De Grammont's Biographer.--The Three Courts.--'La Belle Hamilton.'--Sir Peter Lely's Portrait of her.--The Household Deity of Whitehall.--Who shall have the Calèche?--A Chaplain in Livery.--De Grammont's Last Hours.--What might he not have been? p. 41
BEAU FIELDING.
On Wits and Beaux.--Scotland Yard in Charles II.'s day.--Orlando of 'The Tatler.'--Beau Fielding, Justice of the Peace.--Adonis in Search of a Wife.--The Sham Widow.--Ways and Means.--Barbara Villiers, Lady Castlemaine.--Quarrels with the King.--The Beau's Second Marriage.--The Last Days of Fops and Beaux. p. 80
OF CERTAIN CLUBS AND CLUB-WITS UNDER ANNE.
The Origin of Clubs.--The Establishment of Coffee-houses.--The October Club.--The Beef-steak Club.--Of certain other Clubs.--The Kit-kat Club.--The Romance of the Bowl.--The Toasts of the Kit-kat.--The Members of the Kit-kat.--A good Wit, and a bad Architect.--'Well-natured Garth.'--The Poets of the Kit-kat.--Charles Montagu, Earl of Halifax.--Chancellor Somers.--Charles Sackville, Lord Dorset.--Less celebrated Wits. p. 91
WILLIAM CONGREVE.
When and where was he born?--The Middle Temple.--Congreve finds his Vocation.--Verses to Queen Mary.--The Tennis-court Theatre.--Congreve abandons the Drama.--Jeremy Collier.--The Immorality of the Stage.--Very improper Things.--Congreve's Writings.--Jeremy's 'Short Views.'--Rival Theatres.--Dryden's Funeral.--A Tub-Preacher.--Horoscopic Predictions.--Dryden's Solicitude for his Son.--Congreve's Ambition.--Anecdote of Voltaire and Congreve.--The Profession of Mæcenas.--Congreve's Private Life.--'Malbrook's' Daughter.--Congreve's Death and Burial. p. 106
BEAU NASH.
The King of Bath.--Nash at Oxford.--'My Boy Dick.'--Offers of Knighthood.--Doing Penance at York.--Days of Folly.--A very Romantic Story.--Sickness and Civilization.--Nash descends upon Bath.--Nash's Chef-d'oeuvre.--The Ball.--Improvements in the Pump-room, &c.--A Public Benefactor.--Life at Bath in Nash's time.--A Compact with the Duke of Beaufort.--Gaming at Bath.--Anecdotes of Nash.--'Miss Sylvia.'--A Generous Act.--Nash's Sun setting.--A Panegyric.--Nash's Funeral.--His Characteristics. p. 127
PHILIP, DUKE OF WHARTON.
Wharton's Ancestors.--His Early Years.--Marriage at Sixteen.--Wharton takes leave of his Tutor.--The Young Marquis and the Old Pretender.--Frolics at Paris.--Zeal for the Orange Cause.--A Jacobite Hero.--The Trial of Atterbury.--Wharton's Defence of the Bishop.--Hypocritical Signs of Penitence.--Sir Robert Walpole duped.--Very Trying.--The Duke of Wharton's 'Whens.'--Military Glory at Gibraltar.--'Uncle Horace.'--Wharton to 'Uncle Horace.'--The Duke's Impudence.--High Treason.--Wharton's Ready Wit.--Last Extremities.--Sad Days in Paris.--His Last Journey to Spain.--His Death in a Bernardine Convent. p. 148
LORD HERVEY.
George II. arriving from Hanover.--His Meeting with the Queen.--Lady Suffolk.--Queen Caroline.--Sir Robert Walpole.--Lord Hervey.--A Set of Fine Gentlemen.--An Eccentric Race.--Carr, Lord Hervey.--A Fragile Boy.--Description of George II.'s Family.--Anne Brett.--A Bitter Cup.--The Darling of the Family.--Evenings at St. James's.--Frederick, Prince of Wales.--Amelia Sophia Walmoden.--Poor Queen Caroline!--Nocturnal Diversions of Maids of Honour.--Neighbour George's Orange Chest.--Mary Lepel, Lady Hervey.--Rivalry.--Hervey's Intimacy with Lady Mary.--Relaxations of the Royal Household.--Bacon's Opinion of Twickenham.--A Visit to Pope's Villa.--The Little Nightingale.--The Essence of Small Talk.--Hervey's Affectation and Effeminacy.--Pope's Quarrel with Hervey and Lady Mary.--Hervey's Duel with Pulteney.--'The Death of Lord Hervey: a Drama.'--Queen Caroline's last Drawing-room.--Her Illness and Agony.--A Painful Scene.--The Truth discovered.--The Queen's Dying Bequests.--The King's Temper.--Archbishop Potter is sent for.--The Duty of Reconciliation.--The Death of Queen Caroline.--A Change in Hervey's Life.--Lord Hervey's Death.--Want of Christianity.--Memoirs of his Own Time. p. 170
PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE, FOURTH EARL OF CHESTERFIELD.
The King of Table Wits.--Early Years.--Hervey's Description of his Person.--Resolutions and Pursuits.--Study of Oratory.--The Duties of an Ambassador.--King George II.'s Opinion of his Chroniclers.--Life in the Country.--Melusina, Countess of Walsingham.--George II. and his Father's Will.--Dissolving Views.--Madame du Bouchet.--The Broad-Bottomed Administration.--Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland in Time of Peril.--Reformation of the Calendar.--Chesterfield House.--Exclusiveness.--Recommending 'Johnson's Dictionary.'--'Old Samuel,' to Chesterfield.--Defensive Pride.--The Glass of Fashion.--Lord Scarborough's Friendship for Chesterfield.--The Death of Chesterfield's Son.--His Interest in his Grandsons.--'I must go and Rehearse my Funeral.'--Chesterfield's Will.--What is a Friend?--Les Manières Nobles.--Letters to his Son. p. 210
THE ABBE SCARRON.
An Eastern Allegory.--Who comes Here?--A Mad Freak and its Consequences.--Making an Abbé of him.--The May-Fair of Paris.--Scarron's Lament to Pellisson.--The Office of the Queen's Patient.--'Give me a Simple Benefice.'--Scarron's Description of Himself.--Improvidence and Servility.--The Society at Scarron's.--The Witty Conversation.--Francoise D'Aubigné's Début.--The Sad Story of La Belle Indienne.--Matrimonial Considerations.--'Scarron's Wife will live for ever.'--Petits Soupers.--Scarron's last Moments.--A Lesson for Gay and Grave. p. 235
FRANCOIS DUC DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULT AND THE DUC DE SAINT-SIMON.
Rank and Good Breeding.--The Hôtel de Rochefoucault.--Racine and his Plays.--La Rochefoucault's Wit and Sensibility.--Saint-Simon's Youth.--Looking out for a Wife.--Saint-Simon's Court Life.--The History of Louise de la Vallière.--A mean Act of Louis Quatorze.--All has passed away.--Saint-Simon's Memoirs of His Own Time. p. 253
SUBJECTS OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS
VOLUME I.
PAGE
WHARTON'S ROGUISH PRESENT (_Frontispiece_)
VILLIERS IN DISGUISE--THE MEETING WITH HIS SISTER 14
DE GRAMMONT'S MEETING WITH LA BELLE HAMILTON 74
BEAU FIELDING AND THE SHAM WIDOW 85
A SCENE BEFORE KENSINGTON PALACE--GEORGE II. AND QUEEN CAROLINE 172
POPE AT HIS VILLA--DISTINGUISHED VISITORS 194
A ROYAL ROBBER 217
DR. JOHNSON AT LORD CHESTERFIELD'S 226
SCARRON AND THE WITS--FIRST APPEARANCE OF LA BELLE INDIENNE 247
PREFACE.
When Grace and Philip Wharton found that they had pleased the world with their "Queens of Society," they very sensibly resolved to follow up their success with a companion work. Their first book had been all about women; the second book should be all about men. Accordingly they set to work selecting certain types that pleased them; they wrote a fresh collection of pleasant essays and presented the reading public with "Wits and Beaux of Society". The one book is as good as the other; there is not a pin to choose between them. There is the same bright easy, gossiping style, the same pleasing rapidity. There is nothing tedious, nothing dull anywhere. They do not profess to have anything to do with the graver processes of history--these entertaining volumes; they seek rather to amuse than to instruct, and they fulfil their purpose excellently. There is instruction in them, but it comes in by the way; one is conscious of being entertained, and it is only after the entertainment is over that one finds that a fair amount of information has been thrown in to boot. The Whartons have but old tales to tell, but they tell them very well, and that is the first part of their business.
Looking over these articles is like looking over the list of a good club. Men are companionable creatures; they love to get together and gossip. It is maintained, and with reason, that they are fonder of their own society than women are. Men delight to breakfast together, to take luncheon together, to dine together, to sup together. They rejoice in clubs devoted exclusively to their service, as much taboo to women as a trappist monastery. Women are not quite so clannish. There are not very many women's clubs in the world; it is not certain that those which do exist are very brilliant or very entertaining. Women seldom give supper
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de par le monde" of whom we have spoken elsewhere. A woman's dinner-party may succeed now and then by way of a joke, but it is a joke that is not often repeated. Have we not lately seen how an institution with a graceful English name, started in London for women and women only, has just so far relaxed its rigid rule as to allow men upon its premises between certain hours, and this relaxation we are told has been conceded in consequence of the demand of numerous ladies. Well, well, if men can on the whole get on better without the society of women than women can without the society of men it is no doubt because they are rougher creatures, moulded of a coarser clay, and are more entertained by eating and drinking, smoking and the telling of tales than women are.
If all the men whom the Whartons labelled as wits and beaux of society could be gathered together they would make a most excellent club in the sense in which a club was understood in the last century. Johnson thought that he had praised a man highly when he called him a clubbable man, and so he had for those days which dreamed not of vast caravanserai calling themselves clubs and having thousands of members on their roll, the majority of whom do not know more than perhaps ten of their fellow members from Adam. In the sense that Dr. Johnson meant, all these wits and beaux whom our Whartons have gathered together were eminently clubbable. If some such necromancer could come to us as he who in Tourguenieff's story conjures up the shade of Julius Cæsar; and if in an obliging way he could make these wits and beaux greet us: if such a spiritualistic society as that described by Mr. Stockton in one of his diverting stories could materialise them all for our benefit: then one might count with confidence upon some very delightful company and some very delightful talk. For the people whom the Whartons have been good enough to group together are people of the most fascinating variety. They have wit in common and goodfellowship, they were famous entertainers in their time; they add to the gaiety of nations still. The Whartons have given what would in America be called a "Stag Party". If we join it we shall find much entertainment thereat.
Do people read Theodore Hook much nowadays? Does the generation which loves to follow the trail with Allan Quatermain, and to ride with a Splendid Spur, does it call at all for the humours of the days of the Regency? Do those who have laughed over "The Wrong Box," ever laugh over Jack Brag? Do the students of Mr. Rudyard Kipling know anything of "Gilbert Gurney?" Somebody started the theory some time ago, that this was not a laughter-loving generation, that it lacked high spirits. It has been maintained that if a writer appeared now, with the rollicking good spirits, and reckless abandon of a Lever, he would scarcely win a warm welcome. We may be permitted to doubt this conclusion; we are as fond of laughter as ever, as ready to laugh if somebody will set us going. Mr. Stevenson prefers of late to be thought grim in his fiction, but he has set the sides shaking, both over that "Wrong Box" which we spoke of, and in earlier days. We are ready to laugh with Stockton from overseas, with our own Anstey, with anybody who has the heart to be merry, and the wit to make his mirth communicable. But, it may be doubted if we read our Lever quite as much as a wise doctor, who happened also to be a wise man of letters, would recommend. And we may well fancy that such a doctor dealing with a patient for whom laughter was salutary--as for whom is it not salutary--would exhibit Theodore Hook in rather large doses.
Undoubtedly the fun is a little old fashioned, but it is none the worse for that. Those who share Mr. Hardcastle's tastes for old wine and old books will not like Theodore Hook any the less, because he does not happen to be at all "Fin de Siècle". He is like Berowne in the comedy, the merriest man--perhaps not always within the limits of becoming mirth--to spend an hour's talk withal. There is no better key to the age in which Hook glittered, than Hook's own stories. The London of that day--the London which is as dead and gone as Nineveh or Karnak or Troy--lives with extraordinary freshness in Theodore Hook's pages. And how entertaining those pages are. It is not always the greatest writers who are the most mirth provoking, but how much we owe to them. The man must have no mirth in him if he fail to be tickled by the best of Labiche's comedies, aye and the worst too, if such a term can be applied to any of the enchanting series; if he refuse to unbend over "A Day's Journey and a Life's Romance," if he cannot let himself go and enjoy himself over Gilbert Gurney's river adventure. If the revival of the Whartons' book were to serve no other purpose than to send some laughter loving souls to the heady well-spring of Theodore Hook's merriment, it would have done the mirthful a good turn and deserved well of its country.
There is scarcely a queerer, or scarcely a more pathetic figure in the world than that of Beau Brummell. He seems to belong to ancient history, he and his titanic foppishness and his smart clothes and his smart sayings. Yet is it but a little while since the last of his adorers, the most devoted of his disciples passed away from the earth. Over in Paris there lingered till the past year a certain man of letters who was very brilliant and very poor and very eccentric. So long as people study French literature, and care to investigate the amount of high artistic workmanship which goes into even its minor productions, so long the name of Barbey D'Aurevilly will have its niche--not a very large one, it is true--in the temple. The author of that strange and beautiful story "Le Chevalier des Touches," was a great devotee of Brummell's. He was himself the "last of the dandies". All the money he had--and he had very little of it--he spent in dandification. But he never moved with the times. His foppishness was the foppishness of his youth, and to the last he wandered through Paris clad in the splendour of the days when young men were "lions," and when the quarrel between classicism and romanticism was vital. He wrote a book about Beau Brummell and a very curious little book it is, with its odd earnest defence of dandyism, with its courageous championship of the arts which men of letters so largely affect to despise.
Poor Beau Brummell. After having played his small part on life's stage, his thin shade still occasionally wanders across the boards of the theatre. Blanchard Jerrold wrote a play upon him, which was acted at the Lyceum Theatre in 1859, when Emery played the title role. Jerrold's play, which has for sub-title "The King of Calais," treats of that period in Brummell's life in which he had retired across the channel to live upon black-mail and to drift into that Consulship at Caen which he so queerly resigned, to end a poor madman, trying to shave his own peruke. Jerrold's is a grim play; either it or a version on the same lines of Brummell's fall is being played across the Atlantic at this very hour by Mr. Mansfield whose study of the final decay and idiotcy of the famous beau is said to rival the impressiveness of his Mr. Hyde. Beau Brummell is never likely to be quite forgotten. Folly often brings with it a kind of immortality. The fool who fired the Temple of Ephesus has secured his place in history with Aristides and Themistocles; the fop who gave a kind of epic dignity to neck-clothes, and who asked the famous "Who's your fat friend?" question, is remembered as a figure of that age which includes the name of Sheridan and the name of Burke.
Another and a no less famous Beau steps to salute us from the pages of the Whartons. Beau Nash is an old friend of ours in fiction, an old friend in the drama. Our dear old Harrison Ainsworth wrote a novel about him yesterday; to-day he figures in the pages of one of the most attractive of Mr. Lewis Wingfield's attractive stories. He found his way on to the stage under the care of Douglas Jerrold whose comedy of manners was acted at the Haymarket in the midsummer of 1834. There is a charm about these Beaux, these odd blossoms of last century civilisation, the Brummells and the Nashes and the Fieldings, so "high fantastical" in their bearing, such living examples of the eternal verities contained in the clothes' philosophy of Herr Diogenes Teufelsdröckh of Weissnichtwo. Their wigs were more important than their wit; the pattern of their waistcoats more important than the composition of their hearts; all morals, all philosophy are absorbed for them in the engrossing question of the fit of their breeches. D'Artois is of their kin, French d'Artois who helped to ruin the Old Order and failed to re-create it as Charles the Tenth, d'Artois whom Mercier describes as being poured into his faultlessly fitting breeches by the careful and united efforts of no less than four valets de chambre. But the English dandies were better than the Frenchman, for they did harm only to themselves, while he helped to ruin his cause, his party, and his king.
As we turn the pages, we come to one name which immediately if whimsically suggests poetry. The man was, like Touchstone's Audrey, not poetical and yet a great poet has been pleased to address him, very much as Pindar might have addressed the Ancestral Hero of some mighty tyrant.
Ah, George Bubb Dodington Lord Melcombe--no, Yours was the wrong way!--always understand, Supposing that permissibly you planned How statesmanship--your trade--in outward show Might figure as inspired by simple zeal For serving country, king, and commonweal, (Though service tire to death the body, teaze The soul from out an o'ertasked patriot-drudge) And yet should prove zeal's outward show agrees In all respects--right reason being judge-- With inward care that while the statesman spends Body and soul thus freely for the sake Of public good, his private welfare take No harm by such devotedness.
Thus Robert Browning in Robert Browning's penultimate book, that "Parleyings with certain people of importance in their day" which fell somewhat coldly upon all save Browning fanatics, and which, when it seemed to show that the poet's hand had palsied, served only as the discordant prelude to the swan song of "Asolando," the last and almost the greatest of his glories. Perhaps only Browning would ever have thought of undertaking a poetical parley with Bubb Dodington. Dodington is now largely, and not undeservedly forgotten. His dinners and his dresses, his poems and his pamphlets, his plays and his passions--the wind has carried them all away. If Pope had not nicknamed him Bubo, if Foote had not caricatured him in "The Patron," if Churchill had not lampooned him in "The Rosciad," he would scarcely have earned in his own day the notoriety which the publication of his "Diary" had in a manner preserved to later days. If he was hardly worth a corner in the Whartons' picture-gallery he was certainly scarcely deserving of the attention of Browning. Even his ineptitude was hardly important enough to have twenty pages of Browning's genius wasted upon it, twenty pages ending with the sting about
The scoff That greets your very name: folks see but one Fool more, as well as knave, in Dodington.
Dodington has been occasionally classed with Lord Hervey but the classification is scarcely fair. With all his faults--and he had them in abundance--Lord Hervey was a better creature than Bubb Dodington. If he was effeminate, he had convictions and could stand by them. If Pope sneered at him as Sporus and called him a curd of asses' milk, he has left behind him some of the most brilliant memoirs ever penned. If he had some faults in common with Dodington he was endowed with virtues of which Dodington never dreamed.
The name of Lord Chesterfield is in the air just now. Within the last few months the curiosity of the world has been stimulated and satisfied by the publication of some hitherto unknown letters by Lord Chesterfield. The pleasure which the student of history has taken in this new find is just dimmed at this moment by the death of Lord Carnarvon, whose care and scholarship gave them to the worlds. They are indeed a precious possession. A very eminent French critic, M. Brunetière, has inveighed lately with much justice against the passion for raking together and bringing out all manner of unpublished writings. He complains, and complains with justice, that while the existing classics of literature are left imperfectly edited, if not ignored, the
## activity of students is devoted to burrowing out all manner of