A Portion of the Journal Kept by Thomas Raikes, Esq., from 1831 to 1847, Volume 2

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Longman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1856 - France
 

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Page 95 - Demande par quel dévouement, par quelles bonnes actions sa journée est occupée ; ses gens te diront qu'il se lève à onze heures et qu'il passe quatre heures à sa toilette ( temps perdu à essayer sans doute de rendre quelque apparence de vie à cette face de marbre, que la dissimulation et l'absence d'âme ont pétrifiée bien plus encore que la vieillesse). A trois heures, te dira-t-on, le prince monte en voiture seul avec son médecin, et va se promener dans les allées solitaires de sa garenne...
Page 240 - Scotch steps, and an occasional Highland reel, formed the school of the dancing-master, and the evening recreation of the British youth even in the first circles. But peace was drawing near, foreigners were arriving, and the taste for continental customs and manners became the order of the day. The young Duke of Devonshire, as the magnus Apollo...
Page 208 - Brummell giving him a quiet dinner, which generally ended in a deep potation. This violent intimacy, notwithstanding the disparity of rank, lasted for some years; till at length, in an unguarded moment of inebriety, he risked some freedom of speech to his royal patron : — it was said, " George, ring the bell ; " but this Brummell himself always denied. The result, however, was an immediate rupture, and the Prince never spoke to him again. There was no excuse to be made for his indiscretion, but...
Page 379 - In those days, the Prince made Brighton and Lewes Races the gayest scene of the year in England. The Pavilion was full of guests, and the Steyne was crowded with all the rank and fashion from London. The
Page 214 - You ask me how I am going on at Calais ? miserably ! I am exposed every hour to all the turmoil and jeopardy that attended my latter days in England. I bear up as well as I can : and when the patience and mercy of my claimants are exhausted, I shall submit without resistance to bread and water and straw. I cannot decamp a second time,
Page 377 - ... de Rivoli. A dense mass of people was assembled in the street, and presently there appeared a grand funeral procession, followed by a train of carriages, evidently indicating the last tribute paid to some deceased man of fortune and consequence. He turned round to one of the bystanders and inquired whose funeral was passing; the answer was made that it was that of Mr. Greffulhe. In a short time after this procession had filed off down the street, another and more splendid cavalcade made its appearance,...
Page 214 - He speaks of the army of occupation as " rascals in red coats waiting for embarkation." " English education," he says in another letter, "may be all very well to instruct the hemming of handkerchiefs, and the ungainly romps of a country dance, but nothing else ; and it would be a poor consolation to your declining years to see your daughters come into the room upon their elbows, and to find their accomplishments limited to broad native phraseology in conversation, or thumping the
Page 380 - I see him now in a green jacket, a white hat, and tight nankeen pantaloons and shoes, distinguished by his high-bred manner and handsome person : he was generally accompanied by the late Duke of Bedford, Lord Jersey, Charles Wyndham, Shelley, Brummell, M. Day, Churchill, and, oh, extraordinary anomaly ! the little old Jew, Travis, who like the dwarf of old followed in the train of royalty. The Downs were soon covered with every species of conveyance, and the Prince's German Waggon and six bay horses...
Page 212 - I am punctually off the pillow at half-past seven in the morning. My first object — melancholy indeed it may be in its nature — is to walk to the pier-head, and take my distant look at England. This you may call weakness, but I am not yet sufficiently master of those feelings which may be called indigenous to resist the impulse. The rest of my day is filled up with strolling an hour or two round the ramparts of this dismal town, in reading, and the study of that language which must hereafter...
Page 358 - J'étouffe. Des idées étranges se présentent à mon esprit. Je puis à peine respirer. Je n'irai pas loin, j'ai des symptômes de folie." Ici, il confond l'heure avec les minutes. " Dix heures soixante minutes. Je ne puis presque plus écrire ; ma vue se trouble. Ma lampe s'éteint, je ne croyais pas qu'on dût autant souffrir pour mourir. " Dix heures soixante-deux minutes.

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