The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1868-11-28

Romance
london November 11) letter to the New
York Times says:
Yesterday there died in London nobleman
80 vhom vr.r,r readers must have heard mucn
rom time to time, and whose story would
,,rova a memorable warning, II people ever
learned wisdom from the experience 0I o'ngrs'
tn .young men of every rank OF HE: Inc Mar
fuis of Hastings had made worio,Wiue ropu,
tation, but it was rePuIauOn ~ho wuom rossess-
ed acnte susceptibilities on the score Of honor.
Ta was the greatest gambler in -ue peerage.
Ts had .won as much as fssGS,u00 on single
race and lost s100, 900 on another. Whom the
1ast Derby was contested, his fortunes were
said to be dependent on the running OF mare,
stsrtipg-post q scarecrow- poisoned and
rr1;ned. but 40 one has ever yet found
ont bv whom. There were some ugly
scandals connected with the affair. and it
was even said that the ldarquis OF Hastings
added an additional stain to his name by the
curious transaction relative 70 the Earl and
LADY Elizabeth. Certain it is that nom that
time TO the present he has never held up his
head BE wished to go on the Newmarket
course at the last meeting, but the very men
who had thrown up their bats and cheered
him when he was making ducks and brakes OF
his fortune, sternly denied him his request.
he had parted with every rood OF land ne ever M
directions. He had lost everything-includ-
ing honor. Yesterday, when he died, he
Wss only twenty-six. What wild plea
sures and excitements, what bitter crimes
and disappointments, had been crowded into
that bref lifel Many who had seen the
young Marquis driving his fourth hand, with
hat stuck on one side and gay flower IN his
hat, have envied him his brilliant career,
and what they deemed his happiness. Despair
and dishonor sat by his death-bed Yesterday.
Who, now envies the last look out upon the
s-,d which the unhappy young nobleman,
he;, ~ a lima ruins back to the Conquest, was
@ donmed M / to take before the darkness closed in ?
~ nos ouoo,le teLa sporsinaus. "We, too, havo
f1,nsS eoiir Sartsn-s,tch was his family motto;
TSsey we're darts OF death end destruction, ana
returned upon the last OF the race. For not @
only ale wealth, horses, land, al gone; pue tne
very name died out with the present marquis.
.Hemarried about four years ago, but lett no
children.
70 nisl,s ni..s marriage your readers, even in rural
5isfricts, must have heard something at the
time il took place. It was one OF those roman
ces of the peerage which every one would nave
lanphed at as wildly improbable II 1t had peen
nresented as one Of the incidents OF novel.
The daughter Of the second Marquis OF Angie
sew, Lady Florence Paget, was weii-Ano"n
beauty (she is now only 26), and perhaps sue ,a
Of life. She was engaged to be mar
ried in 1864 to man well-known In
-ths racing world-Mr. Chaplin. It was
this very Mr. Chaplin who won 100000 from
the Marquis of Hastings. last year--tne
final blow of the Marquis shattered fortunes.
On the day before the Wedding DAY Lady
Florence went into Swan & Edgar's, dry
goods" warehouse in Regent-s!rect, winch e3
tends from one street t.' another. She enter,
ed the house at the Regeut-street end, ana
Quilted it in Piccadilly, leaving her own car
rage tAIr. Chaplin's) in Regent-street; In
Piccadilly the Marquis OF Hastings met ner,
and they went straight of and got, married
leaving Dir. Chaplin to mediate on tne periec.
tion OF aristocratic honor at his leisure. AS
for the stories which have since been about
the town. pass them by. They may have
been true. and 1t will be far from q pleasant
task to 20 wading among them.
After the marriage, the young Marquis Went
down hill at faster rate than ever. EVERYBODY
but himself could see how it would end. Is 1t
not always so when man is hurrying to his
ruin? Re rushes head)ong, with ears deaf TO
entreaty and remonstrance, and eyes closed 70
danger. The dead Marquis squandered
splendid inheritance in five years. His sister
bought Of him the reversionery interest IN the
ancestral estates Of the family, or they TOO,
would have gone to the Jews and the lnsatla-
BILE crowd of racing men. His epitaph, as pre-
scented to the world by the Times this morning,
is as follows: ga short ave years has rendered
the name Of the Marquis Of Hastings by-word;
has reduced the MARQUIS estate to the prey OF
unprincipled speculators, and has consigned
the Marquis himself to an untimely and un-
honored grave" What need of words to point
the moral of such career? And yet we shall
sae other young men, noble or commoners,
born to the inheritance of great wealth, doing
precisely the same things as this Marquis has
done, and coming probably to the same end.
The experience OF others ls ever written in vain.