The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1873-07-12
A Man of Fashion.
How LONDON SWELL WonRIEs
THROUGH THE DAY

The London correspondent of the
Boston Post writes | have n friend
though | do not boast o" him--who is q
simon pure London man of fashian. He
Is the second son of lord, and has an
income of five thousand pounds a wear.
VI course he is not so ungentlemanly as
to engage in any occupation | fear the
old baron, his father, would make short
work of his five thousand if he dared to
nut purpose of "going into trade. ="
And what does he do? He seems to be
the most cnviable of men, for never
saw mortal more perfectly contented
with everybody, himself included. AS
his daily career is type of that of high
London society in general, | will sketch
1t for you; in his person he re eprescnts,
more perfectly and exhaustively than
any one | know, the spir;: ofaristoeratic
London in the season. He rises in his
room at the Albany at half-past eight,
and hr9aF fasts--at JthA- ,L~,j q. -,IA,---
with his boon companions till ten o'clock
Promptly with that hour his groom ap
pears with the sleckcst Of chestnuts,
which lie mounts and makes for Rotten
Row. There he 1irts, hears the latest
gossip, books wager for the Derby, and
takes au hours b.isk cantor. From the
park he goes to unch-not to the
Junior Carlton, but to some West End
house likely enough he drops in ,c
lunch with Lady Blanche, an then
g"cs to lunch second time with Lady
lia-that is, lounges at lunch time
into perhaps halfa dozen houses, where
| hc takes Il nibble AT the dclcacies aud
has a refreshing chat The afteru on
IS full of engagements it is q Jrtt
chdmPctre at Richmond or PGtney, a
match Of cricket at Lords, race on the
Thames, royal breakfast party in the
gardens of buckingham Palace or Wind
sor, crack game of billiards at th {
club, meet Of the hounds in Mid ,.les,x.
a drive into Kent or Surr.y, an hour Al
the Exhibition, a pleas little party tc
the Academy, or whi,cbait dinner at
greenwich. In the evening his brain i.
IN perfect mu Idle what, among Sc
many things, to do. There is Patti a.
Dcs1cmona at Covent Garden, and there
is the bewitching Hma di Murcka Il.
Margaret Of Iotois at Drury Lane
there is Dumas's Diane dc Lys" at tn,
Princess, and The Wandering jew" at
the Adelphi. But Lady Tompkins i.
going to give an DAT homc,A aud til,
Countess OF Crauberry's ball must no,
be neglected there is musical Soircc n
Sir Titus'Tites and the masquc at Ba.
bury House Cremorno, with its lanterns
and song aud free and easy frolic i
tempting, and not less SO Tom IIopkin'.
bachelor punch SO our man of
fashion, whom prao;ic has made subtly
perfect, dresses Himself ingeuionsly with
n view to variety of projects. III,
drops for while into his box at Covcnt
Garden; aud makes atour OF tho boxes
Of his acquaintanccs. Here he secs nc
more than any plebcian may see for hal
crown; who, from his perch in tn
''amphithcatre," may gaze down upon
the most dazzling array of dress, jewels
fashion, and rank iu Europe. Covent
Garden on night in the mi season is
wonderful everybody is as resplenden
as he or she eau devise everybody c'
joys himself; and the theatre is a saloo
as well as theatre, whore society goe
to make itself heard and seen as well a
to listen aud behold.
A NIGHT IN THE SEASON.
What a brilliant noisy, clatterin
London it is, one of these limpid Jun
nights There is something infection
in the gay sounds and sights of whic
' the stately quarters west of the park
, are full. Every other house is , ligh
, from top to bottom the roll Of equipage
i is ceasolesS the buriy, curly wigge
scarletcoated, cockaded coachmen ar
3 everywhere; the escutcheons on th
coach doors glitter in the gaslight lit