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houses in the market-place exhi- 

 bited some mark of the firing. 



6. Thursday last, a passenger 

 in a stage-coach, which runs daily 

 from Chicliester to Brighton, was 

 seized, near Shoreham, with a 

 violent fit of insanity, and bit a 

 lady who was in the coach with him 

 in a most shocking manner, about 

 tlie face and arms. The coach- 

 man and outside passengers, hear- 

 ing her screams, got down, and 

 with much difficulty rescued her 

 from the jaws of the maniac. Two 

 gentlemen then got in the inside, 

 and pinioning his arms, prevented 

 him from doing further miscliief. 

 On the arrival of the coach in 

 Brighton, he was lodged in the 

 poor-house. 



6. The much-talked of baron 

 Geramb, who has for a year or two 

 past made so conspicuous a figure 

 in this metropolis, is, at last, or- 

 dered out of the country. This 

 singular person ushered himself 

 into public notice in London, by 

 publishing a most inflated and 

 ridiculous letter, which he dedicat- 

 ed to the earl of Moira ; in which 

 he described himself as an Hun- 

 garian baron, who had headed a 

 corps of volunteers in the cause of 

 Austria against Buonaparte ; and 

 stated, that after the peace he went 

 to Spain, to give the benefit of his 

 courage and profound military ex- 

 perience to the oppressed patriots 

 of the Peninsula. He accompanied 

 this production with every other 

 mode of obtaining notoriety, — 

 such as filling print-shop windows 

 with three or four different en- 

 gravings of his person, which few 

 foolsbought, in various costumes: a 

 •tar, a death's head and cross-bones, 

 and other terrific emblems, adorn- 

 ed the person of the baron. No- 



body has walked the public streets 

 for some time past, who does not 

 know this redoubtable nobleman. 

 Wherever notoriety could be ac- 

 quired, there was thebaron Geramb. 

 At the funeral of the lamented 

 duke of Albuquerque, he exhibited 

 himself in all the parade of grief, 

 in a jet black uniform. Where 

 money alone could not gain ad- 

 mittance, the magnificent exterior 

 of this seeming magnate of Hun- 

 gary was sure of procuring an in- 

 troduction. At the opera, at the 

 theatres, and the park, his furred 

 mantle and resplendant stars were 

 seldom missed. WHien that won- 

 derful master of the histrionic art, 

 Mr. Coates, played, or rather at- 

 tempted to play, Lothario, last 

 winter, at the Hay-market, the 

 Hungarian baron sat with inde- 

 scribable dignity in the stage-box, 

 and appeared the patron of the ab- 

 surdities of the night, consoling 

 the white-plumed Lothario with 

 his nods, and bows, and cheers, 

 for all the coarse and severe, but 

 justly merited, raillery which was 

 unsparingly dealt out to him from 

 the pit and galleries. But the ba- 

 ron was formed to embellish a 

 court as well as to dignify a play- 

 house. He was frequent in his 

 inquiries after the health of the 

 British sovereign at St. James's ; 

 and appeared with more than usual 

 splendor at the celebrated yei!e of 

 the Prince Regent at Carlton- 

 house. The fascinations of that 

 scene of courtly festivity and 

 princely elegance became the sub- 

 ject of the baron's pen ; and he 

 accordingly published a letter to 

 «' Sophia," describing in the most 

 romantic language, all the splen- 

 did objects of the night, and the 

 feelings with which his chivalrous 



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