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involved at Caen, as he had before been at Calais. In the hope of getting a
more lucrative situation, he wrote to his former friend, Lord Palmerston, then in office, that the consulate at Caen was perfectly useless to the English nation. His lordship thanked him for the information, abolished the consulate, but forgot to provide him with any other situation. He was thus once more thrown upon the charity of his friends without a single sixpence in his pocket. To relieve him from these difficulties, enhanced as they were by illness, his acquaintance, Mr. Armstrong, undertook to see what could be done for him in England. The mission was so successful that he returned with money enough to pay off the most pressing of the demands upon the ex-consul.
Evils now began to throng thick and fast upon him. He had more than one attack of paralysis, and to crown all, he was flung into prison at Caen by his French creditors.
What such a man, so fastidious in all his habits, must have suffered when he found himself locked up in a wretched filthy den, foored with stone, with felons for his companions, and all the most common decencies of life disregarded, may be easily imagined. The details would be too disgusting for these pages.
Mr. Armstrong now made a second visit to England, and was again so successful, 'that Brummel was enabled to leave his prison, after having been confined there for upwards of two months.
It would be as painful as useless to follow him through his decline-sickness, loss of memory, and absolute imbecility, till at last his manners became so disgusting, that he could no longer be allowed to eat at the public table. His final state was one of perfect idiotcy,—unable to distinguish bread from meat, or wine from coffee. Happily for the poor sufferer, his friends obtained for him admission into the hospital of the Bon Sauveur, and he was placed in a comfortable room, that had once been occupied by the celebrated Bourienne. Here he died on the evening of the 30th of March, 1840.
A few more lines, and our subject is exhausted. On a green eminence in the village of Chambourcy, beyond St. German-en-Laye, where the rustic churchyard joins the estate of the Gramont family, rises a marble pyramid. In the sepulchral chamber, there is a stone sarcophagus on either side, each surmounted by a white marble tablet ; that to the left encloses the remains of Lady Blessington, that to the right has recently received, on the 7th August, 1852, the body of Alfred, Count D'Orsay, the brilliant leader of fashion during the reigns of William IV. and Queen Victoria. This gifted and highly accomplished gentleman—the exquisite artist, the able sculptor, and the general “ arbiter elegantiarum”has departed too recently from amongst us to render more than the mere mention of his name necessary. With the wit of Gramont, the refinement and kind-heartedness of Nash, and the elegance of Brummel, D'Orsay combined mental acquirement and considerable genius. He has left a void in the world of fashion that has not since been filled up.
THE PITT DIAMOND.
One of the easy roads to fame-or, perhaps, we should rather say, notoriety-is to possess something rare—something that no one else possesses, or is ever likely to possess. But it seldom happens, as in the case of the Pitt Diamond, that the possession of the rarity paves the way to fortune, as well as to celebrity. Had it not been for this precious jewel, the name of Governor Pitt would, in all likelihood, have been forgotten by this time, whereas, now, it may be a matter of, at least, momentary interest to the reader, to learn something about the diamond and its lucky
Thomas Pitt, Esq., born in 1653, was appointed, in Queen Anne's reign, to the government of Fort St. George, in the East Indies, somewhat before the time of English Nabobs, when India
had become the veritable El Dorado. Clive had not yet turned merchants into conquerors, and made the petty rulers of the counting-house the lords of Hindostan; indeed, he was not yet bornbut, even in those early days, there were handsome pickings to be made in India by those who possessed tact and industry, and it is plain that Governor Pitt possessed both; for, during a residence in the East of many years, he contrived to amass an immense fortune. His crowning adventure was the purchase of the jewel, which, ever since, has borne his name, an affair which, at the time of its occurrence, subjected him to much obloquy. It was loudly asserted by his enemies, that he became possessed of the diamond by unfair means, having, in some way, used his power as a means of extorting it from the native owner, at a price far below its real value. So extensively were these rumours spread, and so generally believed, that Governor Pitt thought it necessary to draw up a narrative of the whole transaction, which was first communicated to the Gentleman's Magazine, in 1825, by the Rev. William Meyrick, of Bath, an heir to some of the Pitt estates. This vindication was given in these words :
“Since my coming into this melancholy place of Bengal, I have been often thinking of the most unparalleled villany of William Fraser, Thomas