Year: 1868




LONDON, ednesday, Nov. IL. 'GS.
y Yesterday there died in London
a nobleman Of whom your readers
must have heard Uuch from time
to time, and whose story would
prove a memorable warning, if the
people ever learned wisdom from
the experience of others, to young
men of every rank of life. The
Marquis of Hastings had made q
world wide reputation, but it was a
which would have bro
ken the heart of any one who pos !.
sessed acute susceptibilities on the
score of honor. He was the great
est gambler in the peerage. He
had won as much as 100000 on
single race, and LOST E1o0,Oo0 on
another. When the last Derby was
contested, his fortunes were said to
be dependent on the running of a
mare, Lady Elizabeth. She came
up to the starting-post scarecrow
poisoned and ruined, but no one
has ever yet found out by whom
There was some ugly scandals con-
nected with the affair, and it was
even said that the Marquis of Hast
ings added an additional stain to
his name by the curious transactions
relative to the Earl aud Lady Eliza
beth. Certain it is, that from that
time to the present he has never
held up his head. He wished to go
on the Newmarket course at the
last meeting, but the very men who
had thrown up their hats and cheer
ed him when he was making ducks
and brakes of his fortunes, sternly
denied him his request He had
parted with every rood of land he
ever possessed. and was heavily in
debt in every directions. He had
lost everything including honor.
Yesterday, when he died, he was
only twenty six. What wild pleas
ures and excitements, what bitter
crimes and disappointments, had
been crowded into that brief life!
Many who had seen the young
Marquis driving his four-in- hand,


with hat stuck on one side and s.
gay flower in his coat, 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 world, which


the unhappy young nohleman, heir
of line going back of the Conquest,


was doomed to take before the
darkness closed in? Et nos quoque
teyo sparsimus. ssWe too have flung
our darts''-such was his family


motto They were darts of death
and destruction, and returned upon
the last of the race. For not only
are wealth, horses, land, all gone,
but the very man died out with the
present Marquis. He married about
four years ago, but left no children.


Of this marriage your readers,


even in rural districts, must have


heard something at the time it took
place. It was one of the romances


Of the peerage which every one


would have laughed-at as wildly
improbable if it had been presented


as one Of the incidents of a novel.
The daughter of the second Marquis
of Anglesey, Lady Florence Paget,


was a well-known beauty, (she is
now only twenty-six,) and, perhaps,
she little startled old fashioned
people by her style of life. She


was engaged to be married in. 1864
to man well known in the racing


world-bIr. Chaplin. It was this
very Mr.. Chaplin who won f100,00O


from the Marquis of Hastings last
year--the final blow of the Marquis


shattered fortunes. On the day be-
fore the wedding day Lady Florence


went into Swan d Edgar's, dry
goods warehouse in Regent street,


which extends from one street to


another. She entered the house at


the Regent street end, and quilted
it in Piccadiliy, leaving her own


carriage (Mr. Chaplin's) } in Regent
street. In Piccadilly the Marquis


of Hastings met her, and they went
straight off and got marred, leaving


Mr. Chaplin to mediate on the per-
fection of aristocratic honor at his
leisure. AS for the stories which
have since been about the town,
pass them by. They may not have


been true, and it will be far from q
pleasant task to so wading among


them. -.-.-... ....s
After the marriage the young
MARQUIS went down hill at a faster
gate than ever. Every body but
himself could see how it would end.


Is it not always so when a man is
hurrying to his ruin? He rushes


headlong, with ears deaf to entreaty
and remonstrance, and eyes closed
to danger. The dead Marquis
squandered splendid Inheritance
in five years. His sister bought of
him the reversionary interest in the
ancestral estates of the family, or


they, too, would have gone to the
, Jews and the Unsuitable crowd of
t racing men. His epitaph, as pre-
sented to the world by the Times
this morning, is as follows: ga
u short five years has rendered the
name of the Marquis of Hastings a
byword has reduced the Marquis
estate to be the prey ofunprincipled


spectators, and has consigned the
Marquis himself to an untimely and
t unhonored grave" What need of


words to point the moral Of such a
career5 And yet we shall see 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 is
ever written in vain.


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