Litchfield enquirer., 1872-12-19
Loyers of lone sums have addeI rr

millions and millions which, in the course
 of his brilliant existence, this single prince consumed. Besides his income of 45O. GOO,
 s70, 900. e1OO, 900, sl20. 900 year, we
 read of three applications to the Parlia- ment: debts to the amount of e16O, GOO. Of E650, 600; besides mysterious foreign loans. whereof he pocketed the proceeds.
 What did he do for all this money? Why
 was he to have it? If he had been 8 manufacturing town, ora populous rural
 district, or an army of five thousand men,
 he would not have cost more. He, one
 solitary, stout man, who did not toil, nor spin, nor fight-what had any mortal done that he should be pampered sol? In 1784, when he was twenty-one years of age, Carlton Palace was given to him, and furnished by the nation with as much luxury as could be devised. His pockets enough; he flung 1t out of window; he spent ZIG, 900 year for the coats on his back. The nation gave him more money,
 and more, and more. The sum is past counting. He was a prince, most lovely to look on, and christened Prince Florizel | on his first appearance in the world That he was the handsomest prince in the whole world was agreed by men, and alas by many women.
 suppose he must have been very grace ful. There are SO many testimonies to the charm of his manner that we must al- low him great elegance and powers of fascination. He, and the King of Frances brother, the Count d'Artois, a charming young prince who danced delciously on l the tight-rope-a poor old tottering exiled king, who asked hospitality of King Georges successor, and lived 8 while in the palace of Mary Stuart divided in their youth the title of first gentleman of Europe. We in England of course gave the prize to our gentleman. Until Georges death the propriety of that award was scarce questioned, or the doubters voted iebels aud traitors OnIy the otiler day was reading in the reprint of the delight health of THE KING Is drunk in large capitals by the loyal Scotsman. You would fancy him hero, sage, states man, pattern for kings and men. It was Walter Scott who had that accident with the broken glass spoke of anon He was the kings Scottish champion, ral- lied all Scotland to him, made loyalty the fashion, and laid about him fiercely with his claymore upon all the princes ene- mics. The Brunswicks had no such defend CTS as those two Jacobite commoners, old Sam Johnson the Litchfield chapman's son, and Walter Scott, the Edinburgh lawyers.
 Nature and circumstance had done their utmost to prepare the prince for being spoiled; the dreadful dullness of papa's court, its stupid amusements, it's dreary occupations, the maddening hqmdrum, the stifling sobriety of it's routine, would have made a scape-grace of 6 much less lively prince. All the big princes bolted from that castle of esaaui where old King George sat, posting up his books and droning over his Handel; and old Queen Charlotte over her snuff and her tambour- frame. Most of the sturdy, gallant sons settled down after sowing their wild oats, and became sober subjects of their father and brother-not ill-iked by the nation, which pardons youthful irregularities readily enough. for the sake of pluck, and unaffectedness, and good-humor.
 The boy is father of the man. Our prince signalized his entrance into the world by feat worthy of his future life. He invented new shoe-buckle. It was an inch long and five inches broad. ssIt covered the whole instep, reaching down to the ground on either side of the foot" A sweet invention lovely and useful as the prince on whose foot it sparkled. At his first appearance at a court-ball we read tha. ''his coat was pink silk, with white cuffs his waistcoat white silk, em- broidered with various colored foil, and adorned with 8 profusion of French paste And his hat was ornamented with two rows of steel beads, five thousand in num- Der, with button and loop of the same metal, and cooked in new military style" What Florizel? Do these details seem trivial? They are the grave incidents of his life. His biographers say that when he commenced housekeeping in that splen- did new palace of his, the Prince Of Wales had some windy projects of encouraging literature, science, and the arts; of having assemblies of literary characters; and so- cleties for the encouragement of geogra- phy, astronomy, and botany. Astronomy, geography, and botany! Fiddle-sticks French ballet-dancers, French cooks, horse jockeys, buffoons, procurers, tai lors, boxers, fencing masters china, jewel, and gimcrack merchants-these were his real companions. At first he made pre- tense of having Burke and Pitt and Sher- idan for his friends. But how could such men be serious before such an emp ty scape grace as this lad? Fox might talk dice with him, and Sheridan wine; but what else had these men of genius in common with their tawdry young host of Carlton House? That fribble the leader of such men as Fox and Burke! That mans opinions about the constitution, the India Bill, justice to the Catholics about any question graver than the but ton for Q waistcoat or the sauce for a par tridge-worth any thingl The friendship between the prince and the Whig chiefs Tnx~~~n sk1rs s,,1 pretending to respect him, and lfhe broke shall blame him? His natural compan- ions were dandies and parasites. He could talk to tailor or Q cook; but, as the equal of great statesmen, to set up creature, lazy, weak, indolent, besotted, of monstrous vanity, and levity incurable lit is absurd. They thought to use him, and did for a while: but they must have known how tmid he was; how entirely heartless and treacherous, and have ex- pected his desertion. His next set of friends were table companions, of whom he grew tierd too; then we hear of him with very few select toadies, mere boys from the school of the Guards, whose sprightliness tickled the fancy of the worn- out voluptoary. Whatmatters what friends he had? He dropped all his friends; he never could have real friends. An heir to the throne has Aatterers, adyenturers who hang about him, ambitious men who use him; but friendship is denied him.
 And women, suppose, are as false and selfish in their dealings with such char acter as men, Shall we take the Leporel- To part, flourish catalogue of the con- quests of this royal Don Juan, and tell the names of the favorites to whom, one after the other, George Prince flung his pocket handkerchief? What purpose would it answer to say how Perdita was pursued, won, deserted, and by whom succeeded? What good in knowing that he did actually marry Mrs. FitzHerbert according to the rites of the Roman Cath olic Church; that her marriage settle ments have been seen in London; that the names of the witnesses to her mar riage are known. This sort of vice that