The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-11-16
THE LAST OF LIMMER'S.
Famous Tendon Sporting Hotel Torn
Down.


the west END of London, has Deen de-
molished. 1t was to onr fathers and
grandfathers what the Turf Club, Pratt's,
the Victoria and Albert are to sporting
men of to-day. The London Telegraph
INDUCES in the following comments
upon the event ::
1.-THE name of LiMmer's Hotel, as be-
| ing the foremost tavern of It's cAass in
the world, has been coextensive in cell
| ebritv with sWeatherby's' and 'Tatter-
SAILS Crop after crop of gallant and
| light hearted youngsters has arisen, has
run it's course and fallen before the in
exorable scythe of the bookmaker, leav-
ing no other record of its existence, and
no other epitaph than the inscription of
its not always settled tavern accounts
upon the faithful and suggestive register
at Limmer's. What punishment have
not the supporters of Limmer's endured
since the Prince Regent and Sheridan
and Beau Brummel cracked their first
bottle under it's roof, when the century
was in it's babyhood. Poor Berkeley
Craven dined there on the night proceed
ing Bay Middletons victory in the
Derby of 1896, and his anguished, NOR
ibund cry of Jersey wins z still rings
ominously as we catch it up from the
page OF Raikes' tell-tale diary. When
Limmer's was at It's zenith, from 1880 to
1860, what a troop of mad rogues'
thronged it's passages, were bitten as
the old pharse ran-by the 'barn-mouse'
al it's bar and in its coffee-goom, and
made it their favorite camping ground
as week followed week and left them
still in town. In that little mirror-pan
eled recess at the bottom of the coffee
room the prehminaries of more prize
fights have been arranged by Sir st.
Vincent Cotton, Parson Ambrose, the
late Lord Queensberry, the famous
Marquis of Waterford, and two Jack
Myttone, the late Lord Longford, and
Tom Crommelin than in the upper cham
Der of Mr.. Bowling, editor of Belts
Life, or at Owen Swift's bar, or in Tom
Springs back parlor, or Ben Caunt's
snuggery.
GA pursuit which was enthusiastically
supported and believed in by William
Windham, Charles James Fox, Lord
AIthorp, and Lord Byron, stands in lit
tie need of modern excuses on behalf OF
it's promoters when Limmer's was at its
apogee. Full many a well-known pugil
list, with Michael-Angelo nose and
square cut jaw, has stood, cap in hand,
at the door of that historical coffee-room
within which Lord Queensberry-then
Lord Drumlanrig and Capt. VIM. Peel
and the late Lord Strathmore were tax
ing their meals. Whether it vas break
fast, luncheon or dinner that they were
eating there was no clock and no incon-
venient human monster to tell. The
gas burnt by day and night alike, and
the genuine habitue of the famous tav-
ern came home to bed when his day was
over and his humor prompted him. 1t
| is but few years since poor Charley
Wemyss, during long sojourn at Linn
mer's, remarked that he had never found
life in London more cheap, seeing that
he never had occasion to wear anything
but evening clothes. In that capacious
coffee-room there has been more Life
| in London enacted than Pierce Egan
ever recapitulated, or his sTom and
Jerry ever saw. In one window stood
Col. Ouseley Higgins, Capt. William
Peel, and Capt. Little, debating, head
| to head, how the ways and means we're
| to be found in order that Pioneer might
be sent to run for the Worcester steeple-
chase. At the table farthest from the
Conduit greet windows was seated Jack
| Mytton, with ample shirt-sleeves rolled
| back over the cuffs of his evening coat,
and with a snowy expanse of shirt bosom
upon which mice might have run races.
A servant, with an unmist akable fighting
face, steals softly into the room with
note from his master, Mai. Hope John
stone, who is Immediately solicit
Ell by Lord Lonford and SiT
Vincent Cotton to allow his valet
to be trained by Johnny Walker
for prozimate prize-fght. The ser
vant-who is none other than William
| Nelson, the breeder (before his recent
DEATH of Plebeian, the winner of the
Middle Park plate firmly declines. At
the remote end of the room, close to
Conduit street, sits Johnny O'Brien,
fresh from his triumphs with Jonathan
Wild in the Goodwood stakes and Grims-
ton In the Goodwood cup. AS night
falls there is motley gathering of sport
! ing men to see what is going on at
! Limmer's. Among them comes MIR.
| Greville, with his blue evening coat and
brass buttons, and with the knob of his
stick held habitually up to his lips. He
asks for modest 1000 to 90 about
Alarm for the Cambridgeshire. Lord
/ Wichelsea had just finished dinner at
the table adjoining the column furthest
from the fleplace, and proclaims his
anxiety to lay 5000 to 40 en- the
field. Old Justice, with his lame leg
and his open book in hand, hobbies
hither and thither with list of = dead
u1s up his sleeve. Even the stately
Lord George may occasionally be seen,
as he retiresinto corner with his favor
tie commissioner, Harry Hill; before
walking down the passage arm-in-arna
with his handsome young friend, Frank
Villiers. Lord Chesterfield and Col.
Forester came in fresh from trial at
| Briefly. which may nossiblY add Mrs.