The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1868-09-10

| nothing IKE dallng Win principals: III
step ut once and put the thing to rights"
In vain Brookes, the man who blushed
| to be repaid" protested against this subver-
sion of all etiquette. Fitzgerald threat
ened to throw him over the banisters for
daring to stop Gentleman" He strobe
into the room and made bow, when the
memters rose Indignantly.
Your servant, jontlemen. I beg ye
will be sated." .....
He first walked up to the fire, and ad-
dressed poor Admiral Stewart: $50, my
dear Admiral, Mr.. Brookes informs me
that / have been elected three times ?"
i" You have been balloted for, Mr.. Fitz-
gerald, three times, but am sorry to say
you have not been chosen"
"Well, then, did you black-ball me ~
Aared out the duelist.
"My good sir, how could you suppose
such thing 7"
GO, l supposed no such thing, my dear
fellow ] only want to know who it was
who dropped in the black balls-by acci-
dent, Of course"
Fitzgerald then went up to each indi-
vidual, and put the same ordeal question
SeriGtirn:
Did you black-ball me, sir ,"
In every case the Admiral's courteous
and jesuitical answer was returned. Every
one was Silent as Fitzgerald stood in the
midst and addressed them as if they had
been frightened children.
"You see, jontlemen, as none of ye
black-balled me, must be chose, and it's
Misther Brookes that has made the mis-
take. I was convinced of it from the be-
ginning, and I'm only sorry so much time
has been lost. Waither, come here, you
rashcal, and bring me bottle of cham
pagne till drink long life to the Club, and
wish them JOY of their unanimous election
of raal iontleman by father and MOTHER
(here every one laughed,) "and jontle-
man that never missed his man." (Here
every one grew more serious than before. }
There was but one remedy-to send the
scoundrel to that quiet, cool place, Coven-
try and so every one did. Admiral
Stewart stole off as soon as he could. The
rest sat down to their whist-tables, and
made no reply to Fitzgerald's observations
and mods and toasts over his three bottles
of wine. At last the ruffian rose, made a
low bow, and took his leave.
Jontlemen,' he said, az bid you all
goodnight, and l am very glad to find ye
so sociable. I'll take care to come earlier
next night, and we'll have little more of
it, plase God"
The moment the vaporing bully and
assassin left, it was unanimously agreed
that half dozen strong-armed constables
should be in ambush on the next evening
to lay the Irishman by the heels and bear
him off to the watch-house if he intruded.
| He never showed himself again but he
| boasted everywhere in town that he had
been unanimously chosen a member OF
| Brookes's. Some years after that Fitz-
| gerald became dreaded desperate
in Ireland, shooting and telling whoever
| offended him. He carried on deadly war
| against an attorney named Macdonnel, who
had been employed by his father during
some family disputes. He first wounded
him from an ambuscade, and then, break
ing into his house, shot him and one of his
! friends. The murderer was tried for this,
found guilty, and sentenced to be hung.
This execution took place on the scaffolding
of Jail then building at Castlebar. The
rope broke once, on which he swore at the
sheriff; the second rope freed the world Of
born. murderer, who had only two-vir-
tues-generosity and love for his brother
Lionel. All that can be said in extenua-
ton of this Irish wolf is that when at col
lege, in one of his earliest duels, his adver-
sary's bullet injured his frontal bone, and
from that time he grew ferocious and un-
! tamable.
Several of George ILLS amiable and
gh-principled sons, who never overcame
the effects Of the severity of their early
training, were members of Brookes's. The
Prince and the Duke of York, though dis
sipated, selfish, and dull, were liked for
their good nature, conviviality, and atfa-
bility. The Duke played hard the Prince
was bad enough, Heaven knows, but he
never touched card or shook die. The
Princes especial object in repairing tc
Brookes's was to sit at the feet Of Fox and
imbibe the political wisdom Of that party
which he forsook as soon as his Whiggery
had vexed his mother and gone near enough
to break his fathers heart,
One morning about o'clock the Duke Of
! York, Colonel st. Leger, Tom Stepney, and
two others, were reeiing along Pail Nal
ripe for row. Turning up St. James
street, and arriving at Brookes's, they beat
violently at the door, but soon found by the
silence that the family and servants were
long since in bed and asleep. At last, hear
ing, Us they thought, an alarm of fire, some
servants hurried down and began to unbol
the front door. In the mean time the Duke
and his tipsy gang had gallantly proposed
to storm in and knock down the walters
1t was said it was done. In rushed the
noble creatures, smashing benches, upset
ting hall chairs, and shattering chande
liers. The servants, half-dressed, rar
down screaming, thinking the house was II
flames, or that London was being sacked
Last of all came cautious but determined
waiter, with a bell-mouthed blunderbuss
crammed with slugs. The weapon he rest
ed on an angle Of the banisters, cooked it
and was about to discharge; but at thai
dramatic moment the half-dressed house
keeper appeared with lighted candle
whose glimmer disclosed the rank of the
intruders
"For Heavens sake, Tom," she cried
"don't fire; it's only the Duke of York. ;
Such was fair sample of the gloriou!
youthful career of that great and successful
General, the ex-Bishop of Osnaburg
grauta for September.
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