The Sun.
London, England, 1823-10-10 00:00:00

DASHING IMPOSTORS.

Two foreigners of superior address have been
for the greater part of the season on a speculative tour through
the various watering-places, and other summer retreats, chiefly
frequented by people of rank and fortune. One is represented
to have first seen the light in the Canton of Zurich, and claiins
kindred to no less a personage than the celebrated William
Tell. The other is of Gallic extraction, and claims the title of
Count St. Julian, from his supposed affinity to a nobletfa-
mily of that name, the thief of which perished in Paris on the
memorable eve of St. Bartholomew. Both gentlemen courted
glory wider the, banners of the great Emperor whose fate they
deplore In the most Welching accents. Such is the received
history of the elegant strangers, as they were termed, on their
first introduction la one or two noble families in England, by
whom they were further recommended to the notice of. several
commoners of distinction. Under such auspices they commenc-
ed a most extensive and successful career of frauds, which if it
possesSed less of novelty than that pursued by other sharpers, had
more elegance of execution. Cards, dice, roulet, and rouge-et-
noir, were resorted to as traps, merely for light game ; but it
was in the address with which the more wary were taken
in on several occasions, that they exhibited their unrivalled and
matchless skill, and bore off' the palm from rival competitors.
Amongst the young and thoughtless, they passed as the choicest
spirits of the age ; no party was complete if the French Count
and his Swiss friend were absent. The elasticity of temper poor-
seseed by this accomplished pair rendered their society no less
courted by the aged matron and the prudential sire. Thus
did their fortunes sail down the stream, calm and unruffled,
until Love, who delights in mischief, planted, in an un-
guarded moment, a random arrow in the heart of the
Count. He had for a long time been an accepted guest
at the table of a wealthy commoner resident not many miles
from Bath, whilst his friend, Capt. Petri ( whom., by the way, we
for,got introducing to our reachrs before) was endeavouring to re-
cruit his somewhat exhausted finances by a new issue of paper
currency, cash payments being for a time suspended. This coni-
moner had a daughter in the very flower of youth, and of the
highest personal attraction, with the not unpleasant addition of
ten thousand pounds. The lively French officer saw and
was conquered. To his own utter astonishment he found
himself actually in love, and unfbruinately was beloved in turn.
A private union was the first thing, that presented itself to his
imagination; but this was a measure that did not exactly cor.
respond with the spinster's notions of propriety; she recom-
, mended a for Mal proposal to her father; the proposal was at
length made, but not agreed to, until the nobleman could prove
his title to nobility by some more incontestible evidence than the
mere wordof hiaSwissfrierid, and a few introductory letters. The
total impossibility of substantiating his claim even to an empty
title, indhced his Countship to abandon this enterprise, and
seek consolation in the society of Captain Petri : disappointed
hopes rendered him careless in play, and he was subsequently
detected in a palpable fruition ayoung gentleman, who had often
been his dupe. The circumstance occurred at a private club in
Bath, a few days ago, and more than one gentleman assisted in
kicking him out °Nile room. This punishment being deemed
insuffleient,an application to the Alien Office was also spoken of,
when the elegant stran,vers suddenlV evaporated, and are either
gone to Ireland, or what is more probable, are skulking in
London, and planning some new,nreans of gulling the idle and
witless.—( Times. )

CAPE

OF GOOD HOPE.

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