“I never told you that I caught the Beau one day last week just mounting his horse, so I went up and stopt him, and had a very hearty hand-shaking. . . . I never saw a man’s looks so altered. He is a perfect shadow, and as old looking as the ark. . . . There must have been an amusing scene between him and Slice* this day week in Ly. Salisbury’s box at the Opera. Slice made a long oration to him against French aggression upon Spain, and ended with requiring to know Wellington’s sentiments upon the probable result. The Beau contented himself by replying—‘It won’t succeed.’ Slice would not be put off this way, and made a second harangue, ending with the same demand of an official opinion; but our Beau again wd. not advance further than—‘It won’t succeed.’†
