(140) _ubi supra_.
TOM HUGHES.
This Irishman was born in Dublin, and was the son of a respectable tradesman. Falling into dissipated company, he soon left the city to try his fortune in London, where he played very deep and very successfully.
He threw away his gains as fast as he made them, chiefly among the frail sisterhood, at a notorious house in those days, in the Piazza, Covent Garden. He frequented Carlisle House in Soho Square, and was a proprietor of E O tables kept by a Dr Graham in Pall Mall.
He had a rencontre, in consequence of a dispute at play, and was wounded. The meeting took place under the Piazza, and his antagonist"s sword struck a rib, which counteracted its dangerous effect.
Soon afterwards he won L3000 from a young man just of age, who made over to him a landed estate for the amount, and he was shortly after admitted a member of the Jockey Club.
His fortune now changed, and falling into the hands of Old Pope, the money-lender, he was not long before he had to transfer his estate to him.
After many ups and downs he became an inmate of the spunging-house of the infamous Scoldwell, who was afterwards transported. He actually used his prison as a gaming house, to which his infatuated friends resorted; but his means failed, his friends cooled, and he was removed "over the water," from which he was only released by the Insolvent Act, with a broken const.i.tution. Arrest soon restored him to his old habitation, a lock-up house, where he died so poor, a victim to grief, misery, and disease, that he did not leave enough to pay for a coffin, which was procured by his quondam friend, Mr Thornton, at whose cost he was buried. Perhaps more than half a million of money had "pa.s.sed through his hands."
ANDREWS, THE GREAT BILLIARD-PLAYER.
Andrews was reckoned so theoretically and practically perfect at the game of Billiards that he had no equal except Abraham Carter, who kept the tables at the corner of the Piazza, Russell Street, Covent Garden.
He one night won of Colonel W----e about a thousand pounds; and the Colonel appointed to meet him next day to transact for stock accordingly. Going in a hackney-coach to the Bank of England for this purpose, they tossed up who should pay for the coach. Andrews lost--and positively on this small beginning he was excited to continue betting, until he lost the whole sum he had won the night before! When the coachman stopped he was ordered to drive them back again, as they had no occasion to get out!
Thus, in a few years, Hazard and other games of chance stripped him of his immense winnings at Billiards, and he had nothing left but a small annuity, fortunately for him so settled that he could not dispose of it--though he made every effort to do so!
He afterwards retired in the county of Kent, and was heard to declare that he never knew contentment when wallowing in riches; but that since he was compelled to live on a scanty pittance, he was one of the happiest men in the world.
WHIG MIDDLETON.
Whig Middleton was a tall, handsome, fashionable man, with an adequate fortune. He one night had a run of ill-luck at Arthur"s, and lost about a thousand guineas. Lord Montford, in the gaming phrase, asked him what he would do or what he would not do, to get home? "My lord," said he, "prescribe your own terms."
"Then," resumed Lord Montford, "dress directly opposite to the fashion for ten years. Will you agree to it?" Middleton said that he would, and kept his word. Nay, he died nine years afterwards so unfashionably that he did not owe a tradesman a farthing--left some playing debts unliquidated, and his coat and wig were of the cut of Queen Anne"s reign.
Lord Montford is said to have died in a very different but quite fashionable manner.
CAPTAIN CAMPBELL.
Captain Campbell, of the Guards, was a natural son of the Duke of ----.
He lost a thousand guineas to a Shark, which he could not pay. Being questioned by the duke one day at dinner as to the cause of his dejection, he reluctantly confessed the fact. "Sir," said his Grace, "you do not owe a farthing to the blackguard. My steward settled with him this morning for _TEN_ guineas, and he was glad to take them, only saying--"I was d.a.m.ned far North, and it was well it was no worse.""
WROTHESLY, DUKE OF BEDFORD.
Wrothesly, Duke of Bedford, was the subject of a conspiracy at Bath, formed by several first-rate sharpers, among whom were the manager of a theatre, and Beau Nash, master of the ceremonies. After being plundered of above L70,000 at Hazard, his Grace rose in a pa.s.sion, put the dice in his pocket, and intimated his resolution to inspect them. He then retired into another room, and, flinging himself upon a sofa, fell asleep.
The winners, to escape disgrace, and obtain their money, cast lots who should pick his pockets of the loaded dice, and introduce fair ones in their place. The lot fell on the manager of the theatre, who performed his part without discovery. The duke inspected the dice when he awoke, and finding them correct, renewed his party, and lost L30,000 more.
The conspirators had received L5000, but disagreed on its division, and Beau Nash, thinking himself ill-used, divulged the fact to his Grace, who saved thereby the remainder of the money. He made Nash a handsome present, and ever after gave him his countenance, supposing that the secret had been divulged through pure friendship.
THE DUKE OF NORFOLK.
A similar anecdote is told of another gamester. "The late Duke of Norfolk," says the author of "Rouge et Noir," writing in 1823, "in one evening lost the sum of L70,000 in a gaming house on the right side of St James"s Street: suspecting foul play, he put the dice in his pocket, and, as was his custom when up late, took a bed in the house. The blacklegs were all dismayed, till one of the worthies, who is believed to have been a princ.i.p.al in poisoning the horses at Newmarket, for which Dan Dawson was hanged, offered for L5000 to go to the duke"s room with a brace of pistols and a pair of dice, and, if the duke was awake, to shoot him, if asleep to change the dice! Fortunately for the gang, the duke "snored," as the agent stated, "like a pig;" the dice were changed.
His Grace had them broken in the morning, when, finding them good, he paid the money, and left off gambling."(141)
(141) Rouge et Noir; the Academicians of 1823.
GENERAL OGLE: A BOLD STROKE.
A few weeks before General Ogle was to sail for India, he constantly attended Paine"s, in Charles Street, St James"s Square. One evening there were before him two wooden bowls full of gold, which held L1500 guineas each, and L4000 in rouleaus, which he had won.
When the box came to him, he shook the dice and with great coolness and pleasantry said--"Come, I"ll either win or lose seven thousand upon this hand. Will any gentleman set on the whole? _SEVEN_ is the main." Then rattling the dice once more, cast the box from him and quitted it, the dice remaining uncovered.
Although the General did not think this too large a sum for one man to risk at a single throw, the rest of the gentlemen did, and for some time the bold gamester remained unset.
He then said--"Well, gentlemen, will you make it up amongst you?"
One set him 500 guineas, another 500. "Come," said he, "whilst you are making up the money I"ll tell you a story." Here he began--but perceiving that he was at last completely set for the cast, stopt short--laid his hand on the box, saying--"I believe I am completely set, gentlemen?" "Yes, sir, and Seven is the main," was the reply. The General threw out, and lost! Seven thousand guineas!
Then with astonishing coolness he took up his snuff-box and smiling exclaimed--"Now, gentlemen, if you please, I"ll finish my story."
HORACE WALPOLE.
There can be no doubt that Horace Walpole was an inveterate gambler, although he managed to keep always afloat and merrily sailing--for he says himself:--"A good lady last year was delighted at my becoming peer, and said--"I hope you will get an Act of Parliament for putting down Faro." As if I could make Acts of Parliament! and could I, it would be very consistent too in me, who for some years played more at Faro than anybody."(142)
(142) Letters, IX.
THE EARL OF MARCH.
This extraordinary and still famous personage, better known as the Duke of Queensberry, was the "observed of all observers" almost from his boyhood to extreme old age. His pa.s.sions were for women and the turf; and the sensual devotedness with which he pursued the one, and the eccentricity which he displayed in the enjoyment of both, added to the observation which he attracted from his position as a man of high rank and princely fortune, rendered him an object of unceasing curiosity. He was deeply versed in the mysteries of the turf, and in all practical and theoretical knowledge connected with the race-course was acknowledged to be the most accomplished adept of his own time. He seems also to have been a skilful gamester and player of billiards. Writing to George Selwyn from Paris in 1763, he says:--"I won the first day about L2000, of which I brought off about L1500. All things are exaggerated, I am supposed to have won at least twice as much." In 1765 he is said to have won two thousand louis of a German at billiards. Writing to Selwyn, Gilly Williams says of him: "I did not know he was more an adept at that game than you are at any other, but I think you are both said to be losers on the whole, at least Betty says that her letters mention you as pillaged."