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Long Wellesley Pole was a fashionable who distinguished himself by giving
sumptuous dinners at Wanstead, where he owned one of the finest mansions
in England. He used to ask his friends to dine with him after the opera
at midnight; the drive from London being considered appetisant. Every
luxury that money could command was placed before his guests at this
unusual hour of the night. He married Miss Tylney Pole, an heiress
of fifty thousand a-year, yet died quite a beggar: in fact, he would
have starved, had it not been for the charity of his cousin, the present
Duke of Wellington, who allowed him three hundred a-year.
THE GUARDS MARCHING FROM ENGHIEN ON THE 15TH OF JUNE
Two battalions of my regiment had started from Brussels; the other (the
2nd), to which I belonged, remained in London, and I saw no prospect
of taking part in the great events which were about to take place on
the Continent. Early in June I had the honour of dining with Colonel
Darling, the deputy adjutant-general, and I was there introduced to
Sir Thomas Picton, as a countryman and neighbour of his brother, Mr.
Turbeville, of Evenney Abbey, in Glamorganshire. He was very gracious,
and, on his two aides-de-camp - Major Tyler and my friend Chambers,
of the Guards - lamenting that I was obliged to remain at home, Sir
Thomas said, "Is the lad really anxious to go out?" Chambers answered
that it was the height of my ambition.
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